… to bring in the first child of the new generation of the family Bachchan. My Father named her Shwetambari - the Goddess that is dressed in white, Shwet, Saraswati the Goddess of learning. We started calling her Shweta and it remained with all of us.
Happy dear Brother!
I am happy for you to be human once again in exalting so much for the love and joy for the first child that we all now know is Shweta or Shweta Nanda to most of us to be precise a mother of two - .Navya and Agastya ..
Well, I did not get to see the post yesterday night and I am pushed down to a lowly 300 odd number amongst the postings! Shweta dear, please accept my best birthday wishes for yesterday. May you achieve all that you have ever wished and contemplated for your own existence in this world! May you have the best of times now and always! May you also turn out to be as good a parent as your father and your grandfather did! May you also have the best of times with your two lovely children and Nikhil.
It was a pleasant morning surprise, I just got out of my car after dropping Savita and on my way to have the first smoke of my day .. Dr. Banerjee on his morning walk from behind uttters so how are you! I was totaly caught unaware yet since I knew his voice so well, I respnded from my subconscious - Good morning Sir. He walked away with hsi security guards probably thinking who this guy is! that the head od the most prestigious unit offers to seek of his welfare! I thank god for his blessings! Dr. Banerjee had once jokingly addressed me Professor. There was some mail from US - or rtaher a reprint which I had asked and the sender had addressed me Prof. Abhaya Sharma. That day on the 2nd floor of Mod Labs D-block, the young Dr. Banerjee on seeing me calls alod Het Professor there is a mail for you! I was blushing at his mention, I blushed more today for his so how are you, more for the reason despite being addressed professor by hum and keen interest of others I did not register or made efforts to get a doctorate! Does it really matter! Not so much other than it would have extended my name to be Dr. Abhaya Sharma. I personally would have liked to be known simply as Abhaya, I would rather prefer to drop my surname than add a degree against my name!
March 18 1994 was that fateful day when I was asked by our neighbours in 1506 Nilgiri that there is a call for you. I did not have a tlephone then. The call had announced the story of my brother Alok in Ankleshwar having been shot dead! mere paaon ke neeche se jaise jameen hi khisak gai thee! Not knowing how to react or what to do! Such were the times and at that time it had not crossed my mind that some time back I had proffered to him - bhai, do not pick up fights or quarrels at such an age - on his asking why - some force forced me to say - murder ho sakta hai! I could never be as unhappy for my predictions as that one.
I remeber brother, when I did narrate his story you had offered a comment - I onserve your point, may peace with you! I would do anything for peace to be with him! that he rests in peace! Brother(Alok da!), I miss you as much as I missed you since March 18 1994. May your soul rest in peace, I know I am not helping that cause by remembering you so much! Here are few songs I would dedicate to him to his memory -
1. Aa laut ke aaja mere meet tujhe mere geet bulate hain
2. Oh jaanewale ho sake to laut ke aana, ye ghaat tu yeh baat kahin bhool na jana
3. Jinhe ham bhulana chahen vo aksar yaad aate hain
4. Chupke-chupke raat din ansoo bahana yaad hai, hamko ab tak ashiqui ka vo jamaana yaad hai ( that was his most favourite song!)
5. Zindagi pyaar ki do chaar ghadi hoti hai..
Some more additions as an after thought ..
1. Tere jaisa yaar kahan kahan aisa yaraana
2. Jo tumko ho pasand woh baat karenge
3. Hawaon pe likh do hawao ke aam
4. Yeh hawa yeh raat yeh chandni
5. Jaane kahan gaye wo din kahate thhe teri yaad mein ..
Brother (Amitabh Bachchan), maybe today I would not mind if you could once again console me, that yes, Abhaya life must go on!
Abhaya Sharma India March 18 2009 8:25 AM IST
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