My King

Received the news early on July 23, Raza Saheb is no more.
And on hearing this, there was a queue of memories on the mind board.
It was last February. I had reached Delhi with my 'Ganpati'
For the exhibition. Was thinking that Raza sahib might be his own wheeze.
But come on the occasion of the opening of my exhibition But that night some
A mishap happened. That night Raza Saheb came in a dream, picked me up, we
talked about, he wished me good luck for the show and started saying, Sujata
Come visit me once. Now I'm about to leave. after that
It was difficult to stop. I reached to meet him. they were zero in the hospital
While lying down, I touched his hands. It was just breathing.
Came back saying goodbye.
Raza Saheb along with his religion is equally Hindu and Christian.
Were . In his studies, the idol of Ganapati, cross, Bible, Gita, Quran,
A photo of his mother, autobiography of Gandhiji and brought from India
Some dry garlands of Mogra, all used to be kept together. they to ganesh
He also used to worship and also used to go to church every Sunday morning.
One day while watching an exhibition at the Jahangir Art Gallery, Si said,
Oh it's SH Raja is. I became very careful because my
His name was also on the list. I went to him and said - "Raja sahib,
I have to talk to you!” He kept on watching. He interviewed me
Many things happened. suddenly started asking me what else you
does. I said, "I am an artist, I paint." He stood up immediately.
He went and said, "Let's see your work."
I got into thinking - my work is in Pune. When told them, they said,
"Come to Pune." We took a taxi from in front of Taj Hotel and went straight to Pune.
Arrive. He saw my work and then said - "You should come to Paris
Is . Your future is very bright."
Even the smallest things used to be important to him.
He used to do everything with great diligence and dedication. to sell painting
Later, he also used to be interested in packing. someone help with this
If he wanted to do it, he would have refused. That he would not let Si touch his hand.
They would pack neatly, with patience. Used to say- "Girl in-laws is going, have to send it with care." When he would write a letter to someone or
If you used to write something else, then don't ask, every word, every line is measured.
Used to write He loved flowers very much.
I remember on October 22, 1988 I went from London to the Gardino in Paris
Arrived at the station by train. Raza Saheb is waiting for me at the station
Were . The train was not late but he remained there. leaving me in my hostel room
That's what they went.
One day I was lying sick in my room. Raza at midnight
Sir reached me after getting medicine, food packed from Indian restaurant rent.
Calling my family members and saying - "Don't worry you guys, I am in Paris
For worrying about Sujata."
Every time I or Raza Saheb would finish a painting, the first thing
They used to eat each other. Both were honest critics of each other.
We did exhibitions together in Mumbai, London, Paris and New York but
There was never any dispute. it's their
It was because of affection and belongingness.
Hindi and Urdu have always been very good
It's theirs. English-French also they are very
Was writing well. lots of poems
Loved them. Sher-Ghazal and Old Hindi
He used to listen to film songs with great love. One
Keep a diary with you. every beautiful thing
Let's write in it. my daughter
Helena spoke very beautiful Hindi, so she was very proud. they
Always used to talk with him in pure Hindi.
Raza sahib was very fond of eating good, but lentils and rice,
As if his life was stuck in the bread and potato vegetable. i a week
Bar used to send Indian vegetarian food for them, their
For French friends.
To inform some of the old French friends of Raja Saheb about his departure
Once again there was a lot of Raza Saheb on their walls.
Got a chance to see the works. I always used to say, Raza sahib, you are my
If the angel is not beautiful, he would have smiled, but after 2000, he would have said,
'Why, now our land has changed - you are not my angel's guardian. now
Not me .'