am choked with emotions and grappling for words to condole
ambarishda's sudden demise. though i met him only five-six times, he
had become dada for me instantaneously. his first name was never the
reference line for us except on days we would read his chiseled copies
on the tribune site.
once he had ended a copy by saying "watch this space". the next day
when he came to my office, he said : "i always watch your space, sir".
he gave back a warm smile of thanks.
as he would very often visit our office, he would know what stories we
were doing for the day. in one instance, he read one of my
under-constructed copy and said: "this is page 1, man". there it was
the next day. this was dada's experience.
i salute dada's grit in face of ill health. he hardly made us feel
that he had been suffering from some serious health problems.
dada, i am afraid, i will watch that space ever. i see a great void there.
my condolences to bau di and family.