Nov.11, 2008.
3.45 pm - The luggage’s been loaded in the waiting taxi. She is ready for the train that will take her home. To
It is Chota. He is barely audible. There is a lot of noise/disturbance: “An… accident. We are …
Pause. Silence. Vacuum. The traffic starts moving and I move with the flow. It is dark by now. And I don’t know where I am going. Strange unvisited roads – I am lost; I feel lost. The traffic won’t let me change lanes and takes me with it. I come to a flyover in front of the
The hospital is most eerily quiet. I see two cops. I get off from the car to enquire. They obviously are expecting me. They lead me to the Casualty lobby and gentle assure me, “Never mind the car, it’s parked all right.”
Chota, head bandaged, is being examined – he’s told to get a skull x-ray done. “A tempo coming from the opposite side on the
It suddenly dawns on me that the traffic jam I was caught up in – as were literally thousands others - was because of this very accident.
Chots has already called up Bakul (who’s shooting in Ooty) and Amey, who was also shooting (fortunately in
An old attendant – funnily called Mao! – takes me to a rickety door below the staircase and unlocks the door. There she lies on a stretcher, a trifle undignified, but in deep sleep. No blood, except for minor scratches and a large swelling on her right cheek. Helplessly, and calmly, I can only watch.
Now, to call the family.
First Manju, at Hissar. “Why are you sounding so serious?” she laughs. I tell her.
Then
Then
The cops take over. They are gentle, kind, patient. The paperwork is completed by 12.30 am. Inspector Mangeshkar advises us to come with him to the police station and collect her bag retrieved from the shattered taxi by a passing patrol van.
Without fuss or paperwork or red tape, he gives us the bag.
Unspoken, Amey takes the car keys. It’s 1.30 am when we return home. Amey is told to return to shooting and that I will be at the hospital by 7.30 am to get her home, after the post mortem – mandatory after an accident.
Nov.12, 2008.
Nitin Sukhija comes there to help. A little later, Vijay Subramani joins us. But things are only completed by around noon. For once, I am grateful to cinema – the face value is most helpful in clearing formalities with maximum ease and minimum pain.
Vijay travels in the ambulance; Nitin and I are in the car. We get home by around 1 pm. I immediately take off for the airport to pick up Manju and Mahesh.
En route, Manju mentions how she is unable to cry at such occasions. The first thing she does at seeing her, lying there on the floor, is to break down! Liar.
Lots of friends are already there. Kapil, Anil Saxena, Mainak & Neehar, Nalini Uchil, Anusha, Fardeen, Poonam & Rakesh, Nishan, Shrikant, Vishwajit, Acharyaji¸ her partner-in-cards Vinisha and some neighbours. Nitish Bhardwaj and Asif also come in.
As her arthi is readied in the driveway, the pandit asks Manju to apply a sindoor bindi on her forehead. Manju, knowing, how she would have hated one, adamantly applies a tilak instead! I drape a silk saree across her. Nalini is on the phone all the while. “Touch her hands for me,” she requests; Manju does so, on her behalf.
Funeral at the Oshiwara electric crematorium is scheduled for 5 pm. Others land up there – Pavan & Veena with Savita, Nikhil, Bhimsain Bhai saab accompanied by Anshu & Youla, Alok Gupta, Rahul Chowdhary, Gyan Sahai, Jeewan Uncle.
Some photographs are clicked as the last rites are performed and then at 5.45 pm, she is consigned to the flames.
Nov.13, 2008.
Manju and Mahesh depart by the noon flight to
At 9.30 pm, Banwari picks me at the airport and we reach CP. Roopali & Daksh are putting up a brave front. Ashok & Sangeeta and Pawan Yadav have joined us. For the first time at CP, there is no booze!! See, how things change! An SOS sms is sent to the in-flight Malika bringing Nalini from
At 5 am, we – Kanwalji, Manju, Nalini, Mahesh, Malika and me - get into Kanwalji’s Scorpio (driven most expertly and thankfully by Akshay!)and take off for Garh Mukteshwar to consign the ashes to the holy waters of
We are back in
The Chautha puja is at 4 pm. Besides her four offsprings – Manju (along with Kanwalji), Meera, Mahesh & Nalini- other guests include Meenakshi, Akshay & Kerath, Urmila Mamiji (from Jhansi), Pushpa & her daughter Bhavna, Asha & Pooja, Rahul & Monisha, Rohit’s wife Hareeta, Randhirji & Ushaji, Shakti & Renu Singh, Kamal ji & Shashiji and Kaajal Jindal, Ramu Shastri, Hari and Chanda Behenji alongwith Veena (Bhopal Bhai Sahib's wife) & her son, Abha Singh, Veena and her sister and several more (I feel a bit sheepish here J) and lots of friends like Pradeep & Anuradha, Dr.Bansal, Deepak & Anju Gulati, Indu Sarna, Virender Sirohi, Bobby. Memory is hazy here with so much on my mind. My profoundest apologies to all those not acknowledged
Thus the official mourning was over.
Now, just us family… to pick up the pieces.
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The usual activity of going through her stuff. “I never knew she had SO many sarees!” exclaims Manju, then gingerly hands me her gold chain she was wearing last – it has a strand of her hair. “Keep it,” Manju is gentle. Her perfumes and costume jewellery are distributed among Meenakshi, Malika, Richa, Roopali. The antique silver coins go to Mahesh, Mandar, Maral, Daksh, Rishabh, Keerat, Chota and me – amazingly, they are the exact number!
No, no one has forgotten Chots – who is alone in
16th evening I return to
Mahesh organises the Barveeni pooja at CP. That done, Nalini flies to
The Terveen hawan is conducted with a limited number of friends present – Mr. & Mrs.Acharya, Anil, Bakul, Vijay and Amey. Yash, poor chap has been on the line all along, closely following all proceedings, ”What do I do with the diya burning here, Mamu?” the child asks. “Replenish it for the last time and let it go out on its own,” I sagely advice. (In case, I’ve forgotten: Sapna too was in constant touch… phew, remembered this just in time!)
Now, it’s over. Malika vanishes that night and the next day, I see Nalini off to
And no, she didn't go unnoticed - she made headlines! At:
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Pictures of her through the ages are being uploaded at her very own site:
http://picasaweb.google.co.in/umachaudhri
Please forward all your contributions to:
and we’ll put them up for all of us to share.
*For example, the photo of hers at the very top was received in rather poor and cracked conditions. But Chots has ‘photo-shopped’ it. So don’t worry about the quality of the pictures with you. We shall try and ‘polish’ them as is humanly possible.