One of my responsibilities as a Public relations in charge in Vizag Steel Plant during my tenure is to arrange cultural activities involving eminent artists. Once, I invited the eminent flute player, Sri Hariprasad Chourasia. I Painted a portrait of Sri Hariprasad Chourasia an oil painting. It was not intended to present the portrait to him. I wanted to take his autograph on the painting and retain it for me.
When I presented the portrait to Sri Hariprasad Chourasia and requested for an autograph, he signed and said, “Yeh Mere Liye”? ( Is it for me?).
‘Nahin Sir. Yeh Mere Liye. ( No sir, this is for me.) I want to keep it as a Souvenir’
Then, he held the painting in his hands and started walking towards the wings as if he wanted to run away with the painting.
There was a deafening applause from the huge gathering. Of course, it goes without saying, Hari Ji returned the painting with a boisterous laugh.
This moment was treasured in the deep core of my heart.
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With Sri Hariprasad Chourasia
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One of my responsibilities as a Public relations in charge in Vizag Steel Plant during my tenure is to arrange cultural activities involving eminent artists. Once, I invited the eminent flute player, Sri Hariprasad Chourasia. I Painted a portrait of Sri Hariprasad Chourasia an oil painting. It was not intended to present the portrait to him. I wanted to take his autograph on the painting and retain it for me.
When I presented the portrait to Sri Hariprasad Chourasia and requested for an autograph, he signed and said, “Yeh Mere Liye”? ( Is it for me?).
‘Nahin Sir. Yeh Mere Liye. ( No sir, this is for me.) I want to keep it as a Souvenir’
Then, he held the painting in his hands and started walking towards the wings as if he wanted to run away with the painting.
There was a deafening applause from the huge gathering. Of course, it goes without saying, Hari Ji returned the painting with a boisterous laugh.
This moment was treasured in the deep core of my heart.
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Some moments are our real wealth. These are unforgateable.
One of my responsibilities as a Public relations in charge in Vizag Steel Plant during my tenure is to arrange cultural activities involving eminent artists. Once, I invited the eminent flute player, Sri Hariprasad Chourasia. I Painted a portrait of Sri Hariprasad Chourasia an oil painting. It was not intended to present the portrait to him. I wanted to take his autograph on the painting and retain it for me.
When I presented the portrait to Sri Hariprasad Chourasia and requested for an autograph, he signed and said, “Yeh Mere Liye”? ( Is it for me?).
‘Nahin Sir. Yeh Mere Liye. ( No sir, this is for me.) I want to keep it as a Souvenir’
Then, he held the painting in his hands and started walking towards the wings as if he wanted to run away with the painting.
There was a deafening applause from the huge gathering. Of course, it goes without saying, Hari Ji returned the painting with a boisterous laugh.
This moment was treasured in the deep core of my heart.
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Some moments are our real wealth. These are unforgateable.
One such moment in life is enough to inspire and move ahead.
