SAROJ MY MA: HER INITIAL LIFE AS I KNOW

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Born on 18.10.1933 as per English calendar and Chotti Diwali (Little Diwali or a day before Big Diwali, the greatest Hindu Festival), to the aristrocratic, highly qualified father Pandit Ram Chandra Bharma and simple, illiterate but highly enlightened and talented mother Mrs Saraswati Bharma in a distant small town known as Etawah in the State of Uttar Pradesh (a state which gave India its first Prime Minister, Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru and his illustrious daughter the first women Prime Minister Mrs Indira Gandhi). Etawah has its proximity to the world famous town Agra which has TAJ MAHAL, one of the wonders of the world!
The youngest and the most loved child (at least by her mother), Saroj inculcated the beautiful linguistic skills from her father, who was the first Masters Degree holder in Persian language of that area, besides English and Hindi. She also imbibed the beautiful melodious voice, religious bent of mind and the art of singing, playing percussions, poetry and dancing from her highly acclaimed, mother. She had a very comfortable childhood being the youngest of three brothers and one sister.



SAROJ AS SANYASIN

From the very beginning Saroj (officially known as Premlata Paliwal) was extremely attractive as a dusky beauty with long wavy black hair and mesmerizing eyes! Her childhood came to an abrupt end when she got married to the eldest son of a big Land lord of the nearby country town at the tender age of 15! She narrated to me that both husband and wife would play as teenagers (my father was seventeen only) and have fun till one day very soon it was discovered that my dad Mr Ramesh Chandra Paliwal was suffering with back bone tuberculosis! All hell broke loose then! She had meanwhile conceived me but had to move with my dad to Miraj Sanatorium for his treatment. Miraj is a beautiful small town down South in India located in the State of Maharashtra which has Mumbai, the business and Bollywood city as its capital. Miraj is also the city known for music, musicians and percussions. Carrying me as well as nursing my dad became her life. She was dedicated to it full time nurturing a dream of higher education beyond graduation.
On 12th of September 1952 I was born in early hours in Sanatorium itself and the nurses were so excited to see me that they started calling me MULGI MULGI (which means girl in local Marathi language) but my mum got scared because in Hindi it means HEN! Saroj often narrated this laughingly to me. Carrying the little baby in her arms she returned with her slightly improved ailing husband, to the comfort of her parents home for support.

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