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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 his final year in
school then, he dropped in at the recording studio one day. Sachinda brought him
to me and told him, "Meet her, yeh bahut badi singer hai."
Pancham didn't complete school; he began to assist his father. i remember
yelling at him then - I was already married. I had children and looked
matronly.. he was thin and gawky. I knew more about life than he di ..... |
