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Poetics of Passion<br />
I recall well that day, almost two decades ago, when Ambica - ‘Didi’ to me, asked<br />
me if I would like to be part of her gallery operations in Delhi. Needless to say, my<br />
response was in the affirmative and none other ever crossed my mind. Such was my<br />
connection with her soon after I married her brother Vivek, and became part of the<br />
family.<br />
The unspoken bond has just grown and I cherish this opportunity to express all<br />
that I was witness to in sharing the magic of those innumerable, impassioned<br />
conversations with Didi, voicing her wish to build an artists’ village sometime in<br />
her life. Knowing her, I somehow knew she would do it. What might appear surreal<br />
to the rest of us, she has always had it in her to realize and bring into being. It was<br />
no surprise then, when she told us of the land she had started acquiring in the<br />
vicinity of Maihar - the beginning of <strong>Art</strong> <strong>Ichol</strong>, as we see it today.<br />
photo credit: gopika nath<br />
Things have just flown since the first signs of making an arts centre became clear. It<br />
has been like a river charting its course along an unforeseen terrain. I have seen the<br />
proverb, “God helps those who help themselves”, come to life through her steely focus<br />
and faith in her chosen path.<br />
Sanjiv Bhaiya, Aditya and Anshuman have stood beside her like anchors, holding<br />
and letting go, as and when required. Papa, my father-in-law was the obvious choice<br />
as architect. Didi has always been a fan of his architectural genius. Not just her, we<br />
all are. His designs are timeless and his precision and detailing unmatched. Papa<br />
was stationed in Maihar for almost three years and he is now fondly called ‘Papaji’<br />
by everyone there. His short, compulsory trips to Delhi were few and then too<br />
only to silence his daughter’s frequent chiding that he visit his family back home.<br />
Notwithstanding his longing to meet his grand-daughters in Delhi, his longing to<br />
return to Maihar and his work there was always more than apparent in his singsong<br />
pronouncements to us when he said: “Main kal Maihar jaa rahaa hoon!” where<br />
‘Maihar’ was pronounced with a rising lilt. Here in Delhi, we faced endless queries,<br />
jokes and jibes at his disappearance and appearance. His long, white beard would<br />
invariably elicit: “Sadhu ban gaye hain kya?” Ma would get a bit disturbed when