- A friend greeting Prof. Bhatia on his 84th birthday.
There is so much of youth in Prof. Bhatia – the 84-year-old young man.
No wonder, his friends arrange his each birthday with gusto, some of them even aspiring to learn the tricks he plays with life. But, every time Prof. Bhatia dodges their queries, leaving all at sea. I am lucky, as he recently budged to my persistent quizzing.
“What gets you kicking Professor?” I kept asking him for over three months. One fine day, he yielded: “A game of football and divine imagination.”
No. There are so many things other than these which keep Prof. Bhatia erect.
He is a fantastic human being and an out of this world poet. A good chess player too and a veteran footballer, though he played almost all indoor and outdoor games in his youth.
To me, he is an invaluable friend. I have always seen him smiling, and extending his scrawny right hand to all who choose to wish or ignore him.
Born at Dera Ismail Khan, Pakistan, Prof. Neb Raj Bhatia migrated to India a couple of months before India became independent. Starting from the scratch as a typist, he got himself educated in French, Spanish, German, Italian, Portuguese, Urdu and Persian besides doing his B.A. with French and M.A. in English Literature from Punjab University Camp College, New Delhi which took him to various countries across the globe.
He got First Rank in an All-India Competitive Examination for selection of French Translators held by UPSC in 1955, joined in that capacity DGP&T, New Delhi and in the following year, i.e. 1956, he was awarded a two-year scholarship to study Spanish Language and Literature and went to Spain where he also studied Portuguese. On his return to India in 1958, he followed courses in German and Italian. In 1959, he was deputed as a part-time teacher to teach Spanish at Bhartiya Vidya Bhawan, New Delhi. In 1963, he established Diploma Course in Spanish at Delhi University and also taught French and Spanish at Indian Institute of Foreign Trade, New Delhi. He taught these two languages for five decades. Lately, at the age of 80 years, he has done a diploma Course in Persian at the Iran Cultural Centre, New Delhi.
Again in 1969, he stood First in a competitive test for French-English translators held by the International Bureau, Universal Postal Union, Bern (Switzerland) and went to Tokyo to work for 45 days during the sessions of the XVI UPU Congress.
Before his voluntary retirement from government service in 1977, he worked as a simultaneous and consecutive interpreter/translator in international conferences and also accompanied high dignatories visiting India to various universities, institutions and industrial installations in India. After his retirement, he established ACTIVOS (Multi-lingual People) and covered 250 international conferences as interpreter-translator in India and abroad.
Because of his literary pursuits in English, French, Spanish, Italian, Hindi and Urdu, he won laurels as he took part in several poetic symposia (mushairas) in India and abroad. In 1994, he was sponsored by the Indian Council for Cultural Relations (ICCR), New Delhi, to participate in poetic symposia in Medellin and Bogota (Colombia), where he recited his Spanish verses among 70 Spanish-speaking poets to the great applause from the audience.
The “Spanish Professor”, as he is called, also worked as interpreter-cum-translator with some top Indian leaders including Indira Gandhi whom he refused to give tuitions, saying: “One cannot create the class room atmosphere of teaching and learning in a wealthy person’s living room. You have to come to my class.”
Presently, I believe, he has more than a few ailments including asthma, but that does not deter him from taking his regular dose of three-to-four pegs of whisky, while his all time buddy – a hat – silently keeps an eye on him. Surely, Prof. Bhatia seems to have taken more from alcohol than alcohol has taken from him. Today, as I wait for his collection of Urdu poems “Awaargi” (The Wanderlust) and his Spanish poetic anthology “El Wanderlust y otros poemas”, may I put to the professor the famous lines from the film Arth (Meaning):
“Tum itna jo muskura rahe ho; Kya gam hai jisko chhupa rahe ho… Tum itna jo muskura rahe ho… Aankhon mein nami, Hansi labon par; Kya haal hai, Kya dikha rahe ho… Ban jayenge zahar peete peete; Yeh ashk jo peeye ja rahe ho… Tum itna jo muskura rahe ho…“
(Why are you smiling so much?What is the affliction that you’re hiding? You’re smiling so much… Your eyes are wet, but a smile plays on your lips! What’s your state of mind? What you’re showing? The tears that you’re drinking will soon turn into poison. Why are you smiling so much…?)
Prof. Bhatia lives in New Delhi, India. His mobile number is 9873357056.
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wonderful portryal of a fine man. hope this write-up reaches mr. bhatia’s friends all over the world
I have met Prof.Bhatia only once and he is really fascinating with his youthfulness besides being a wonderful human being. Being youthful at the age of 84 is putting our youthfulness to shame. Absolutely no complaints. Great going Prof. Bhatia!!! May God bless you and all your assignments and keep you safe and healthy always. Rufina/Mumbai
Hey Neeraj! It’s really nice to read such beautiful lines about my friend Prof. Bhatia. (Shola Hispanvi). He is such an intelligent person that any praising is not enough to describe him. I know Prof. Bhatia since 1983 and we share a wonderful relationship.
One thing I would like to add here, that despite a big age difference between me and Prof. Bhatia, everytime we get so friendly and the atomosphere around us is always so nice which all the more make as very good friends.
Neeraj, you are absolutely correct in adding those lines about his taking 3-4 pegs. Even today, I had a nice evening with him and we didn’t forget to cheers with those 3-4 pegs.
Few of my favorite lines from his ghazal are:-
“Usne kucch aur kay kaha hoga,
Raje hasti bata raha hoga.
Tum jo chaho to jaa milo usko,
woh kisi mod par ruka hoga.”
Your writeups are really fantastic, especially those on unsung heroes like Prof. Bhatia who at this age is so active and humorous.
I wish Prof. Bhatia a very long life. May he continue to shower his blessings to the journalist fraternity for a long time.
Dear Neeraj Bhushan,
It was a matter of great pleasure to read about Prof. Bhatia. Bhatias of Dera Ismail Khan were called Rajay.
Unfortunately, partition took away from us our most talented, liberal, educated and beneficial Deraywals.
After 60 years of partition, our friends have started tracking down old deraywals. For this purpose, we have created a website http://www.deraywal.com which is still under construction.
It will be a great help if you could send us poetry of Prof. Bhatia or give us his contact details so that we could have honour of talking with him.
Kind regards / Farooq
You are welcome Mr. Trikha. I am happy to see the glow on the professor’s face since I wrote on him. Its true delight to sit with him and share his deep love and emotions.
Prof, as he is generally known in the press club, is a charmer and many a member has lost out to him on girl friends.
He is an inspiration to a youngster like me, since I am still under seventy to be still young at heart though age may be affecting the body.
Thanks Neeraj for putting him on the net.
Prof. Bhatia is a wonderful human being i have ever met. (Though I meet him everyday almost). As Neeraj rightly said, you can always see him smiling. Imagine at this age, he has trapped all my girl friends
(joking).
God bless Prof. Bhatia. And thanks to Neeraj for such wonderful job done.
Suresh/Rajan
Dear Neeraj,
I appreciate your work on this blog. Thanks to Prof. Bhatia for introducing me to you. I am also a journalist working in Delhi for 20 years and one thing we have in common – I am also from Sainik School (Satara).
with regards
Ashok Wankhade
I met him when I was in 4th class. He is one of my best friends.
I met Prof Bhatia 30 years back. Since all these years, I have seen him very closly. He is like father, guide to me. A very loveable person. At this age even, he is as active as 20 years old man. I wish him long life.
Your blog is interesting!
Keep up the good work!
I found your site on technorati and read a few of your other posts. Keep up the good work. I just added your RSS feed to my Google News Reader. Looking forward to reading more from you down the road!
I am delighted to know that the Professor has got a huge friend following. Thanks for the good words. Indeed, ‘there is no one like Prof. Bhatia in this whole universe, but, Prof. Bhatia.’ Thanks again.
Thanks Neeraj for the wonderful piece about Prof.Bhatia. Surprising that we have not met so far, as I too belong to the big gang of friends Prof. has got. I came to know about your page this morning itself. Good job, for a wonderful gentleman like Prof. Bhatia. There is no one like Prof. Bhatia in this whole universe, but, Prof.Bhatia.
Hi! I saw and heard this Professor at the India Habitat Centre few months back. I wish him a very very long life.
Beautiful story and an angel man that you seem to have enriched yourself in studying him and sharing with all of us.
Here we go: -
woh hansi kya joe honthon pai aa ker wajooh na de
woh gaye mehman joe rozon mai aa ker takaluf na de
woh gum kya joe aansu mai bheege kalam se dastak
na de
woh umre kya joe badhte hue kadam ke saath
ghat-tee huyi pareshani na de
zinda rehne koe zeest se yari ker lee, issi mukam
se phir yaadon ki tayari ker lee!
That is the essence of “one moment of glorious life is worth an age without a name” in Wordsworth’s words.
At least this gentleman has left his contacts lot to be reminded of in life, deed and even after.