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Saturday, May 26, 2012
Remembering Chacha Nehru on 27th May....
I remember it was 27th May 1964, I was in Srinagar with my family for vacation. I was 7 years old. We were planning to go out and watch the shooting of the film Jab Jab Phool khiley (JJPK) at the Dal Lake. Shashi Kapoor and Nanda were there for the shoot. (Incidently Raja Hindustaani is a remake of JJPK) We were invited by the producer of the film.
Shooting in Kashmir in 1964
Nehru with Impressionable minds
Suddenly there was a panic in the city and we heard that Pt Nehru had Died. People thought there will be riots in Kashmir. Luckily nothing untoward happened. But it was a sad day for India. A sad day for a 7 year old impressionable mind. 27thMay has etched in my memory as any one would remember his or her birthday or an anniversary. Except for the fact that this was the death anniversary of Jawaharlal Nehru , the first and longest of the serving prime minister of independent India & the founding father of our freedom struggle.
Chacha Nehru..The Last Journey
Nehru's appreciation for parliamentary democracy coupled with concerns for the poor and underprivileged enabled him to formulate policies that often reflected his socialist leanings. Both as prime minister and as Congress president, Nehru pushed through the Indian Parliament, dominated by members of his own party, a series of legal reforms intended to emancipate Hindu women and bring equality. These reforms included raising the minimum marriageable age from twelve to fifteen, empowering women to divorce their husbands and inherit property, and declaring illegal the ruinous dowry system. His long tenure was instrumental in shaping the traditions and structures of independent India.
The Parliament
The following video is a tribute from the golden voice of India, Mohammed Rafi. The Song Meri Awaaz Suno pyar Ka raag suno was picturised on the funeral procession of the stock shot footage of late Pandit Nehru. As usual the heart breaking music was rendered by Madan Mohan. Lets view the video from the film Naunihal and remember our Chacha Nehru on 27th may 2012...48 years after his demise.
Hope this finds you in best of health and spirits... “Chip of the old blog” is awesome. I admire your memory and writing skills.
I too distinctly remember 27th May 1964. On that day I had embarked upon my first visit to Mumbai by train from Nagpur along with my mother and two younger brothers. The news about the demise of Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru created ripples in the city and resulted in a spontaneous "bandh”. Large number people had thronged the railway station wanting to head towards New Delhi for having glimpse of the mortal remains of their beloved leader. There was a total chaos and the crowds were uncontrollable. No transport was available for travelling the distance of about 4 kilometers from our home to the railway station. My father requisitioned his Editor’s (Mr. AD Mani, MP) car for taking us to the Railway Station from home. Stones were being pelted all over and mobs tried to stop our car but somehow we managed to reach the railway station and board the train for Mumbai.
Ialso remember the day of 27th May as the news broke in a small town of Bhusawal everything came to standstill. My grandmother who was our window to all tge happenings around stopped cooking, quietly went to lie on cot ,entirday she never spoke ,never ate ,just mourn. Still remember very vividly. Bela dutta.
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Hope this finds you in best of health and spirits...
“Chip of the old blog” is awesome. I admire your memory and writing skills.
I too distinctly remember 27th May 1964. On that day I had embarked upon my first visit to Mumbai by train from Nagpur along with my mother and two younger brothers. The news about the demise of Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru created ripples in the city and resulted in a spontaneous "bandh”. Large number people had thronged the railway station wanting to head towards New Delhi for having glimpse of the mortal remains of their beloved leader. There was a total chaos and the crowds were uncontrollable. No transport was available for travelling the distance of about 4 kilometers from our home to the railway station. My father requisitioned his Editor’s (Mr. AD Mani, MP) car for taking us to the Railway Station from home. Stones were being pelted all over and mobs tried to stop our car but somehow we managed to reach the railway station and board the train for Mumbai.
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Sanjay Parande
Nice to visit you unique and thoughtful blog-space. Looking forward to recall of more such memories
ReplyDeleteThanks dr Mishra for those kind words..
DeleteIalso remember the day of 27th May as the news broke in a small town of Bhusawal everything came to standstill. My grandmother who was our window to all tge happenings around stopped cooking, quietly went to lie on cot ,entirday she never spoke ,never ate ,just mourn.
ReplyDeleteStill remember very vividly.
Bela dutta.