ecific problems. And the second time around, I was more alert. Once bitten
twice shy. We both had our independence and yet we were bonded. He wanted me to
have my own identity.. and I tried not to be the typical nagging wife.
Were there things about him that you wanted to control but couldn't?
I didn't approve of his drinking. He had diabetes, so I also tried to control
his eating habits. But he wasn't a two-year old kid. I couldn't possibly have
taken him on my lap and spoon-fed him! Since I'd have to go for recordings or
concerts, he'd slip back into his old ways. I didn't like his late nights as
well. He'd stay awake late into the night listening to music.. or he'd go out
for a party or two.
He'd just returned from a party the night he died. Do you feel guilty about
not being there when he needed you?
Who says I wasn't there? I'd gone to Pancham's house at Khar around midnight.
But since he'd gone out I went to my house in Prabhu Kunj. When I got a call
that he wasn't feeling well, I rushed immediately to his house. My son drove
like mad; we reached there in 15 minutes. He held my hand, he spoke a few words
to me... we tried all we could, but it was of no use.
He died and the talk started that I was trying to grab his money. I'm not money
mad. Otherwise, I wouldn't have married Mr.Bhosle who was earning Rs.100 a
month. I'd have married a lakhpathi! Mr.Bhosle died in 1966, till 1970 his
mother was alive. I've supported their family.. I give money, I don't take it.
Tell me, when did you first meet R.D.Burman?
I remember the day very clearly. It was years ago, I was recording the song
Lehron mein jhooloon for Armaan. Pancham must have been in ..... |
