Phani, my nephew in law, passed away on 25th of June in Guwahati His departure has brought to me the sweet memories of his brilliant career.

He was born in 1933, in Machkowa village of Dhemaji area in Assam and was brought up by his father, who was a primary school teacher. Under able guidance of his father, Phani learned to value hard independent work as the foundation of a cheerful optimistic life.
While studying in college, he realised that for our better and secured future, we need good health, a sound financial status and an amiable team spirit amongst us to create a happy and peaceful atmosphere. So following graduation he concentrated his mind with a positive attitude to have all these through sports, business, social and political circles of the society. 

Phani, by dint of his sincere dedication, to hard constructive work became a self-made young man. To achieve what he needs, he started his long journey, from a humble beginning in the remote village of Assam working up his entry to the most responsible and highest positions in all the spheres of the society. What a journey it was!! In fact it was a prototype of the journey from ‘log cabin to White House’. 

When I met him first, in 1960, I was impressed by his charming personality. His bright eyes were full of promises to do something good for us. He talked to me at a great length to put into my conscience that British Raja, until 1947, has made us all mentally cripple and taught us to lead our live with a servile mentality. Though we have achieved freedom still we are working for our livelihood with a bowing down head like obedient servants. He was very serious, when he told me that we should get rid of all these inferiority complexes to achieve freedom in a true sense of term – a life without fear and without an idea of failure. 

Few times he came to UK not to enjoy a holiday, but to gather little knowledge about the people of a stable nation of the world. He went to Parliament to find out how they run their country, how the members of parliament talk, how they debate and how debonair are they! He talked to few of them and also spoke to few of the common people in the street with an inquisitive mind to learn more about politics and day to day lives of common people in UK.
He attended quite a few business centres in London and other cities of UK to know their business trends. He went to find out how the immigrants in Southall, Bradford and Leicester are settling there. With a keen interest in sports he went into different sport circles to know the secrets of their successes in the domain of sport. He contacted with the Editor of Wisden a sports journal of the world to gain ideas of running a successful sports journal in Assam.
While in UK, hardly he had time to take rest. He was all the time up and doing. I remember, one fine morning he requested me to take him to a dairy farm to find out how the British farmers keep themselves busy from morning till night in their farms rearing cows, sheep and pigs and how they are dealing with milk and other products of domestic animals. I took him to a well-known farmer in Marlborough, who very kindly showed him what he wanted to see in his farm. 

He also visited the sites of waste disposals, recycling of plastic bags and also drainage system of Swindon after he became the Mayor of Guwahati. I took him to Severn-Trent Sewage disposal units and Water supply reservoir to give him an idea of how the bio-chemists are keeping themselves busy for 24 hours in detecting any pollution of drinking water. 

Once he stood on the pavement of a busy street in London to find out how traffic light system, police and traffic wardens are helping to control the traffic in a busy street of London.

His contribution to Assam, especially in sports will be remembered by us all. He has an honoured name at home and abroad. He was kind hearted and generous. It was quite befitting that he was given an honorary degree in sports and games by World Open University.

He had chronic diabetes mellitus with failure of kidney function for which he had to be under frequent dialysis, but, all these could not deter him from his activities, – doctors are there to take care of his disease but he has promises to keep on going ahead with his hard work. 

May his benevolent works inspire the youngsters in similar ways to bring health and happiness to all of us at home and abroad. Now Phani is no longer with us, may his soul rest in eternal peace.

Akon Mama
Dr. Anil Ranjan Barthakur
Swindon. United Kingdom

Thank You and Goodbye

When I was a little boy you were my hero, because I saw you playing table tennis leading the Assam team. When I was a bit older you became my brother in law. After that we clicked instantly. In spite of the age gap we became friends. We developed mutual love and respect to each other. We travelled together to many places in India and abroad.

During various stages of my life in Assam, Delhi and UK you have encouraged me, advised me and guided me. You are a rarity and I have not come across another person who has such a foresight, courage and love for people. During the last forty seven years of my life, you became my friend, philosopher and guide.

When I left you in the hospital bed on 25th April 2007 for the last time, we had an emotional parting. You fought courageously till the last. You worked tirelessly in your life for everybody. Every minute of your life was constructive and productive.

To day, I just want to say “thank you” for that special relation between us.

 Good bye and farewell. I salute you. Rest in peace and I will carry the memory with me for ever.  

Linu
Dr. Nripen Barkataki ( Brother-In-Law)
Seaham, Durham. United Kingdom

Our Bhindeo

I do not remember when I saw Bhindeo for the first time. Though I have seen bhindeo before I was married, he was only a name to me. He was Mr Phani Sarma, a successful business man from Guwahati. I never knew at that time that one day I am going to be a member of his family too.

I joined the Barkataki family in 1972 and with the unknown fear of a new bride i tried to mix with the elders cautiously. In the party for our marriage reception, Mr Phani Sarma sang a song for us “ Ek Maine Kasam Lee” and from that moment my fear evaporated and Mr Phani Sarma became my beloved Bhindeo.

We started our new life in Delhi. At that time Bhindeo used to come to Delhi for various sports related official duties regularly. He always visited us and took us every where with him. Linu just joined as a junior doctor and we stayed in a tiny flat with little money to spare. We eagerly waited for Bhindeo’s visit, because he used to take us to the hotels and restaurants which were beyond our means. He was always generous with his money.

In front of our flat in Delhi, a puchkawalla used to come every day. When he arrived with his thela he used to shout at the top of his voice “ mein aa gaya jee” and that was his trade mark.One day Bhindeo was there when that vendor shouted his daily trade mark and Bhindeo started laughing. From that time onward whenever Bhindeo came to our house, as soon as I open the door he will wink at me and say “Mein aa gaya jee”.
Bhindeo not only took us to restaurants and hotels, he loved fishing and we went with him quite a few times for fishing. Still remember the day in Loch Lomomdin Scotland, when we caught a rainbow trout. For us Bhindeo meant fun. We never had a dull moment in his company. We talked, we laughed, we cracked jokes and we always end up with good food. 

I never had a big brother but bhindeo treated me like his little sister. Once he took a Table Tennis group from India to Japan for a tournament. We were in Delhi at that time. On his way back, he brought back presents to everybody at home. Japanese silk saris were not available in Assam at that time. Bhindeo brought quite a few of them and he asked me to have the first pick!! I really felt like a pampered little sister. I was very lucky to get a big brother like him.

Bhindeo was a fighter, very disciplined, strong and positive. He always gave us good advice and guidance whenever we asked for it. Though we were miles apart yet I felt the strength of Bhindeo behind all of us. We knew he was there for us if we need him.

He was fighting with his ill health for a long time. Though he was a fighter yet who can fight with death? Death is always a winner and we are only mere mortals. Yes, the winner has taken him from us. It is too painful to think about it that we will not see him, talked to him or laughed with him any more. He has really gone.

 

We can only get consolation by thinking that the winner could not take everything from us, the memories are left behind. now, as soon as I open the door of my mind, Bhindeo will be standing there, he will wink at me and say ….

 

“ Mein Aa Gaya Jee”

Bhindeo I love you.

 Manju

 Mrs. Manju Borkataki (Sister-In-Law)
Seaham, United Kingdom

I am not here to write about Bhindew’s ‘political career’ or ‘social status’ because I am a very small fry to write about all those things. Since last 30 years, I have seen him very ‘well dressed’, ‘dashing’ and ‘caring’ ; Above all he had always a smile in his appearence..

 

He went to see me in our Naharkatia residence before my marriage and it was then only I first met him. I was given an impression that he would be a very reserved person. But how wrong was I ! He was so loving that I could not feel that he was not my own Bhindew. He never made me feel at a loss in his family. He liked listening to jokes in free and leisure time. He enjoyed good jokes with great laugh and cheers. Although he was busy all the time, he somehow managed to visit all his family members at regular interval. I remember whenever he visited our place he used to relish with a glass of salt-mixed ‘nemu paani’.

 

I cannot say so many things about Bhindew as I met him for a very little time. But I cannot excuse the Almighty for being so cruel to take Bhindew near him so early. When he was hospitalised last, nobody thought that he would not come back home alive.

 

There is a saying that “Good souls do not stay for long.” So, I think as Bhindew was a good soul he did not stay with us for long. His soul is now with Brahma as His part. Today, on the auspicious day of his adya shraddha, I pray to the Almighty to give Bhindew his share of happiness in the heaven. May his soul rest in peace.

 

Mamoni

Jayanti Barkataki ( Sister In Law)

Guwahati

Phani Sharma, my maju mama, was a source of inspiration and support for most of his family members. Although not the eldest in his family, but by virtue of his personality and ability he became the senior most by default. No occasion in the family passed without his advice and involvement.

I spent many summer vacations at maju mama’s house. I remember those moments with a sense of nostalgia. Where Anuradha Cinema stands today, I can still visualize a construction coming up amidst miles and miles of empty space. It made an important imprint in my young mind. I can still recollect the opening glimmering lights of the first show.

Every brick in Anuradha has his sweat on it. The hall served other purposes too. It had a room where a table tennis board was placed. Maju mama took it on himself to train upcoming sports talent by providing the necessary infrastructure. In such endeavours he was always supported by maju mami who housed the guests for weeks together.

When my father passed away in Delhi, his networking enabled us in making the necessary arrangements without much hassle.

Maju mama lived life on his own terms and created a niche for himself in the society. From Dhakuakhana (Maskhowa) to International arena, he has indeed come a long long way. May his soul rest in peace. We will miss you mama.

— Majoni-

Dr. Chandana Goswami ( Neice)

Dear Mama,

This is a letter I should have written to you years ago but never made the time to do so. So here I am sitting in my office on a Friday afternoon in Sydney writing to you a letter that your soul will read.
Your life has been one of great heroism and inspiration and has touched our lives in many ways. Firstly let me start off by thanking you for supporting ma through her studies and encouraging her to pursue her academic career. I am sure she will feel the vacuum you have left behind. Your passion for overcoming challenges, the sheer grit and determination that you demonstrate in times that challenge your belief are only seen to be believed.
As a student of class 7 I remember asking Deuta to talk to you and get me a Japanese Table tennis racquet. It was an expensive item for a 12 year old, but you did not event think so and gifted me the racquet – one that took me to a few victories in the local tournaments in Baroda. Later on you played an encouraging role in convincing Deuta to let me go for the All Assam Open Table tennis tournament despite the fact that I stood no chance of getting beyond the first round. It was this whole idea of keeping people encouraged that I learnt later on in life as a quality a leader possesses.
Coming from the small hamlet of Machkuwa in Lakhimpur district your journey to your stature, trotting the globe on your own merit and leaving behind such a legacy is remarkable. Your’s is a story of inspiration for generations to come.

The most cherished memories I have of you is the time we spent in New Delhi between 1987 – 1990. I was trying to launch my career in IT as a 20 year old and you were trying to launch your political career. It was probably this similarity and also the fact that those days when you were visiting Delhi often it was just the 2 of us that built this close relationship. It was during this time Mama that I got the glimpse of the genius you were, your astute sense of running a business, passion for sports was evident. Unknowingly you gave me lessons in business that I used to my benefit as I climbed the corporate ladder and still do use it as I try run my small business here. I call them the pearls of wisdom and for want of a better term would like to call them – Lessons they don’t teach you at Harvard School of Business.
Lessons that I learnt from you that have helped me in my life are worth mentioning. Your association with RG Baruah and the mentorship you received from him is an example. All of us need genuine mentors, mentors don’t come to you – you go in search for them. Mentors are for life. This is a lesson that I have found meaningful and helpful in my life so far.
Running a business is simple – never loose focus. Each business entity has to be profitable in its own term, don’t feed an ailing business with money from a successful business. Simplified rules of managing profit centers.

The last time we had a heart to heart talk was when you were at the helm of Guwahati Municipality. You were speaking the language of a corporate leader running a bureaucracy of the city. It was indeed interesting to note that you were reading about corporate governance and applying it to running the city in the correct context. I did get to hear some great stories about your time at GMDA.

People like you never die, your spirit lives on, we will always feel your presence long after you have departed your mortal body. I wish I wrote this letter long ago, letting you know how you have influenced our lives. But today when I am sitting and writing this letter I get a sense of fulfillment that by giving this letter out to the world I can let people around know how you touched our lives, your soul can read this and I am sure that God already has this in your balance sheet.
Till we meet again – Au Revior Mama, you will live forever.

With warm regards,
Bubu
Kamlesh Goswami ( Nephew)
Sydney, Australia