Prabuddha Jivan 2006 Year 17 Ank 01 to 12 - Ank 04 is not available

SR No.: 525991
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Dhanvant Shah
Publisher: Mumbai Jain Yuvak Sangh
Publication Year: 2006
Total Pages: 318
Language: Gujarati
Classification: Magazine, India_Prabuddha Jivan, & India
File Size: 22 MB

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કરવા
૧૬ જાન્યુઆરી, ૨૦૦૬
પ્રબુદ્ધ જીવન
સાહેબના યાદગીરીના શબ્દ
E અશોક પલસમકર
સાહેબ સાથે મારી પ્રથમ ઓળખ તારીખ ૨૮-૦૨-૧૯૮૪ સાલમાં થઈ. હું. શ્રી મુંબઈ જૈન યુવક ગ્રંથમાં નોકરી માટે આવ્યો હતો ત્યારે, સાહેબના પહેલી વખત ઘરમાં ગયા પછી મને ખુરશી પર બેસવાનું કહ્યું, જ્યારે હું ખુરશી ઉપર બેઠો ત્યારે આજુબાજુના પુસ્તકોના કબાટ જોઈને મારા મનમાં એમ લાગ્યું કે સાહેબ મોટા વિદ્વાન છે. પછી મને ખ્યાલ આવી ગયો કે સાહેબ લેખક છે. અને ઘણાં પુસ્તકો પણ લખ્યાં છે. પછી સાહેબ સાથે મારો સારો પરિચય થઈ ગયો, સાહેબનાં મનમાં ક્યારેક પણ એક એક નોકર છે એમ લાગ્યું નથી પષા આપણા પોતાના ઘરનાં સભ્ય છે એમ બધા માનતા હતા અને અત્યારે પણ એમ માને છે.
શું ક્યારેક પણ સાહેબના ઘરે જાઉં ત્યારે મને પહેલા સાહેબ બે એમ કહે. પછી શ્રી તારાબહેનને બોલાવીને અશોક માટે ચા મૂક એમ સાહેબ કહેતા હતા, આટલો બધો મારા માટે આખા ઘરના પરિવારને લાગણી હતી.
MY PAPA..... LET US CELEBRATE HIS LIFE...
| Dr. Amitabh Ramanlal Shah (Son)
Everyone knows Ramanbhai as a linguist, as Jain scholar, as a professor, as an NCC major, as a friend. Shailaja and I were uniquely privileged to know him as a father.
A few years ago, I read a book where the tagonist spoke of his father."My father was a very complex man who led a very complex life", he said. I recall, my immediate reaction was that my father was exactly the opposite. He was a very simple man, who led an extremely simple life. I want to talk about this simple father.
put me to sleep. He taught both Shailaja and me many sports and games – swimming, cycling, carom, cards, and cricket. Can you imagine Ramanbhai as a cricket bowler? He was a pretty good bowler too. He was pro-really good at doing card tricks. In high school, he also taught me tricks for algebra a skill that has stood by me even today.
When Pappa went to Japan the very first time in 1968, he brought a Japanese nylon sari for Mummy - it was the first time he had bought a sari for her. It was a brown sari with blue and white flowers design. Unlike her usual nature, Mummy started wearing this sari immediately. She started wearing it for the simplest of errands going to the market or dropping us off at the school-bus stop. Many years later, he learnt that Mummy did not just wear that sari - she wore it out because she did not like it at all, but did - not want to offend him. The simple man he was, Pappa always thought that Mummy must love this sari very much and was very proud of his first sari purchase. One time Pappa and I went to Surat, he was the guest of honour for the platinum jubilee celebration of a library. When we reached the library in the morning, we figured out that it was up to the two of us and our chief host to actually clean the place and decorate it for the function. Without any qualms, he picked up the broom and swept the floor. We arranged the chairs and put up the banners. He then changed his clothes and went on to give his speech. He was not offended by this,indeed he joked that this was a highlight of his career!
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મારા ફેમિલી સાથે પણ સાહેબને સદ્ભાવ હતો. મારા પત્ની અને બાળકો આવ્યાં હતાં ત્યારે સાહેબનાં અમે ઘે૨ ગયાં હતાં. સાહેબને કરાહી આવડતું હતું. સાહેબે મારા પત્ની, બાળકીના નામ પૂછી પાકી સાહેબે છોકરાઓને આશીર્વાદ આપ્યા અને એમને ભેટ આપી. સાહેબને ત્રણ બાળકોએ કહ્યું સારી રીતે સાચી રીતે ભણશું અને પાસ થશું સારા માર્કસ મળશે એમ કહ્યું; પણ એક સાચી વાત એ છે કે ત્યાર પછી છોકરા સારા માર્કસ મેળવીને પાસ થાય છે. એક બાળક ૧૧મામાં છે. બીજો બાળક માં છે અને ત્રીજો બાળક ૪થીમાં છે. પણ એ તો સાહેબનાં હાથના આશીર્વાદ. આ એક પ્રકારના શ્રી સરસ્વતીદેવીના હાથના આશીર્વાદ છે એમ મને લાગ્યા છે. એ એક ભાર છોકરાઓ માટે ભગવાને મોકલાવેલા વરદાતા હતા. મારું સારું ભાગ્ય હતું - કર્મચારી, મુંબઈ જૈન યુવક સંઘ
My earliest and fondest memories of my father are of sleeping in his lap while he would sit on the .swing. He would caress my hair, sing me songs and
I came to know Pappa as a grandfather when Shailaja and I had our own kids. Nothing was more important to him than spending time with his grandkids, not even writing. The simple man he was, he taught them simple pleasures, like making mountains of butter, or eating oranges sitting on a swing and stuffing empty envelopes with the orange peels. We would often come back home and find the home in a complete mess, with 3 kids - yes he was a kid when with ours - rolling on the floor in laughter, simply having fun.
When he visited us in US, the kids had to learn their home phone number, a necessary skill taught to kindergartners. He being the teacher he was, taught them how to memorize the number by singing the phone in different styles. There was the Lata Mangeshkar style, and there was the Classical style in Raag Malkauns. But the most hilarious one was Pappa's imitation of Michael Jackson. Needless to say, the kids memorized the number in minutes. Even today, they love to sing the number in the Dadaji style.
He wrote to my children hundreds of letters, almost once a week, sometimes twice. His letters were simple, one theme, large bold letters and creative use of colored pens. He often sent them puzzles to solve Of course, he also taught them swimming and card tricks, although he was a bit too old to bowl a cricket ball.
My son, Archit, when profiled in the local newspaper, was asked who his role model was. He replied: "My grandfather, because he has written over 100 books, traveled all over the world, has a great