A MAN IN LOVE WITH DEATH

Born to immense wealth, Satish Modi had the benefit of a privileged upbringing. Yet, this never stopped him from seeking the question that has confounded humankind since the beginning of time: The meaning of life and death.
bhuvan 3On a near-perfect Sunday afternoon a few years ago, walking with Satish Modi the Indian billionaire, philanthropist, and author in the Central Park of Manhattan — that is for many the centre of the universe — we ventured into the heart of the question that has confounded humankind since the beginning of time: The meaning of life and death.
Normally for most matters of life and death, I refer to an illustrious citizen of New York City and the modern-day philosopher Woody Allen; sample this: “Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering — and it’s all over much too soon… I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying and… I am not afraid of death… I just don’t want to be there when it happens.” But that day away from the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple I was engaged in an extended exchange with the soft-spoken, self-effacing and striking individual — Satish Modi.
Born to immense wealth, Satish Modi had the benefit of a privileged upbringing in a town named after his family name on the outskirts of India’s capital city New Delhi. His father Rai Bahadur Gujarmal Modi, as one of the founders of modern industrial India, established the Modi Group of Industries and the industrial township of Modinagar in 1933. As a member of one of the wealthiest families in India, Satish Modi directly entered the business after completing his engineering studies. Soon he was managing major enterprises from the factories across India to the boardrooms on Wall Street. In 1993 he started India’s first private airline (Modiluft, in collaboration with Lufthansa now known as SpiceJet). He also founded and sits on the board of India’s first offshore mutual fund, the J.F. India Fund, which is part of J.P. Morgan Chase. Through the course of his illustrious career, Satish Modi recognised that happiness did not lie in the material world. This knowledge led him into the humble pursuit for greater value in life.
Then an extraordinary incident a decade ago in 2005 became a turning point in his life.
His Excellency Junichiro Koizumi, the Prime Minister of Japan, was visiting India with thirty business tycoons in April 2005 to further deepen the Japan-India global partnership. The high-powered delegation included a spiritual leader from Japan, Her Holiness Setsuko Nakanishi. For some reason, the visiting group was unable to find a suitable conference hall for meetings and meals. A gracious Satish Modi stepped in and made the very exclusive Belvedere Club available for lunch and dinner sittings for the Japanese guests. When the head of the delegation sought to settle the bill, he was told that Satish Modi had already taken care of the expenses. The spiritual leader, Her Holiness Setsuko Nakanishi, was extremely pleased by the graceful gesture and wanted to thank him personally. As the six-ft one-inch tall Indian billionaire entered the Belvedere Club to meet with the elderly petite woman from Japan on making eye contact she started profusely crying. With tears flowing Her Holiness held his hands and declared: “I know this man from a previous life.” The room had suddenly elevated to a higher plane. Overcome by the emotion she then sang a short prayer for him and invited him to Japan.
Shortly thereafter business took Satish Modi to Kyoto and on alighting from the Jet he received a red carpet treatment. He met Her Holiness at her home and again on seeing him she as if under a kind of spell, started crying. Later over a vegetarian meal, they discussed matters of faith and the significance of life. Before parting, Satish Modi asked her through an interpreter, “How will I communicate with Her Holiness in the future?”
“Through dreams,” was Her Holiness’s short response.
On his return Satish Modi started having profound dreams, so he decided to capture them in a book that took five years to write. His first and only book, In Love with Death is a direct result of that spiritual journey and it examines the vital question about life right at the beginning — do we know when it will end?
This moving, powerful, and thought-provoking work asks the reader to first write down the date one thinks one will die on.
It’s quite a difficult task, for nobody wants to die. Death is also not the favourite subject for most of us. Many arebhuvan 2 obsessed with prolonging life — eating healthier, training harder, meditating more, doing things to diminish stress — anything to put off the inevitability of death. For quite a few, the topic of death is simply taboo. It is either too morbid or too soon. It’s hardly the go-to topic at family meals, friends’ reunion, business meetings, or at a social outing. Ironically, death is thrust in our faces almost every day — we hear about it on the news, we see it regularly in the movies or read about it in crime thrillers. People we knew have passed on but when it comes to the “everydayness” of death, most of us would rather run a mile than tackle the topic. At the same time, we will all die at some stage. Everyone who is born will die. Nobody is exempt. Death is as much a fact of life as breathing air is to survive. Yet death is awkward to talk about.
Satish Modi rationalises why people are still so reluctant to talk about the unfortunate fact of death. He says, “Death is not unfortunate. It is essential. If there was no death, just think about what would happen”. He further elaborates, “In the Victorian era in England, death was openly debated. We’ve had two world wars between then and the present day; so many people have died. People were and still are very disturbed by these wars. People don’t want to talk about death.” He adds, “Death is a very demanding area that we don’t want happening to us. It’s tough to come to terms with it.”
Describing the rationale behind the fascinating book, Satish Modi told me, “I wrote my book, to encourage people to begin a dialogue with death so that they can live full and meaningful lives. It is my humble belief that people should not be afraid of death. We have to instead plan our death in the world in the same way we’d plan a holiday, for example. It is through the awareness of death’s inevitability that we are jolted into lives full of compassion and love. We are only given a short time on this earth. I hope that engaging with our mortality will help us to appreciate the world in which we live and encourage us to make the most of our lives.”
Satish Modi writes with the wisdom of experience and a life well-lived, “Death is a great equaliser. Whether you’re born a prince or a pauper, we all have to die. As the shadow of timefalls on your body and your body becomes frailer and frailer, death allows us an exit.”
Calmly, with a tenor that invites careful consideration of life and its entire spectacle, Satish Modi explains, that the chase for materialistic wealth is ultimately empty, “Life is on a lease. We have to accept that. And that means we must make life more consequential.”
“A meaningful life,” Satish Modi argues, “is one of compassion, philanthropy, generosity” — of being “at peace” with yourself. It is not one of greed, always chasing after money or bigger things, but listening to your inner voice and morals, and acting upon them. For example, put education and career in front of a deprived person and see a person’s life transform.”
Now Satish Modi’s philanthropic activity is changing lives every day — through the training of arts, fashion and cinema many underprivileged youngsters in India are reinventing their lives. In 2010, Satish Modi was nominated for the Prince of Wales Medal for Arts and Philanthropy and was presented with the World Peace Tartan in Edinburgh and honoured across the world from Thailand, China, and Singapore to New York. In 2018 the author was invited to be the keynote speaker at the Global Scholars Symposium at the Rhodes House at the University of Oxford and he also delivered a talk at Cambridge. The China Global Philanthropy Institute after hearing his talk in Hong Kong honoured him with the Master of Philanthropy degree. The book has since been published in various languages of the world. Eminent Hollywood filmmakers have also approached Satish Modi for producing films and TV series based on In Love with Death.
Satish Modi humbly states, “His Holiness the Dalai Lama also said, ‘The rich have the money and the poor have the blessings’, so there you are!”
The sun was shining brightly over the Manhattan skyline and Central Park. Behind us in the more than 840 acres families were enjoying a day out, children playing in the grass, college kids lying on a blanket with a book in hand, elderly couples watching the world go by, joggers going for a run, patients being wheeled along the ponds, homeless seeking shelter on a bench, pets being walked on a tether, cyclists circling the fountains, horse-drawn carriages ferrying tourists, musicians lending rhythm to the atmosphere, expensive automobiles loudly measuring their acceleration, ambulance sirens exclaiming emergencies, cell phone cameras capturing the serene beauty of the sunny afternoon and the sculptures of world’s explorers, artists and heroes, both real and imaginary standing silently in the timeless urban mass of Manhattan encircled by astronomically priced apartments, lavish stores, luxury hotels and world-class museums showcasing humanity at its best. As our walk in the park came to an end at the soaring wrought-iron Vanderbilt Gate, Satish Modi bid adieu and concluded by saying, “I can’t take anything from here, not even my body. What is important is your soul… your journey.”
Standing at the edge of the park I saw Satish Modi briskly cross Fifth Avenue and merge with the multitudes of New Yorkers. And as this exceptional and enlightened human being slowly disappeared from my view I realised that for the world Satish Modi may be one of its ultra-rich citizens, but he had moved far beyond just accumulating wealth and made his life richer than others by discovering one of the most important secrets in the pursuit of happiness on Earth: “To make full use of the days of life one must be — in love with death.”
Dr Bhuvan Lall is the author of ‘The Man India Missed The Most: Subhas Chandra Bose’ and ‘The Great Indian Genius: Har Dayal’. He can be reached at writerlall@gmail.com

A CLASS ACT

Exactly two decades ago in November 2004, Goa was hosting the International Film Festival of India for the first time and I was brought in as the key organizer just a few weeks earlier when things didn’t seem to be working out. From my North American base, I invited my friends in LA and NYC to come to Goa – consequently, Mira Nair’s film Vanity Fair opened the festival and Oliver Stone’s Alexander was the closing film. Among other sidebars there was a tribute to Satyajit Ray with Derek Malcolm and Amita Malik, a rerun of digitally remastered David Lean’s classics (courtesy Paramount) plus a retrospective of 5 Hollywood films produced by Ashok Amritraj.
By the time the festival took off almost the entire Indian film industry had descended on the tiny Taj Aguada hotel, as it was the designated festival hotel. One would bump into Indian celebrities including Yash Chopra, Shyam Benegal, Javed Akhtar, Subhash Ghai, Mani Ratnam, or Aamir Khan whenever one walked into the lobby.
An early riser, I walked into the absolutely empty lobby of the Taj Aguada hotel in the morning to get some fresh air before the frenzy of the festival took over. After a sizzling inauguration ceremony on the opening night with A R Rahman providing a sneak preview of Subhash Ghai’s next film Kisna’s soundtrack and Mira Nair presenting Vanity Fair as the opening film, it seemed that morning the entire film fraternity was fast asleep.
The moment I walked past the reception area of the hotel, I saw the figure of the festival’s chief guest, the famous living legend Dilip Kumar (Yusuf sahib) gently sauntering into the lobby barefoot. His hair was undone, he was unshaven and still dressed in his night suit. I immediately recognized that being in his early 80’s, he was in all likelihood a bit disoriented. Before anyone could react he had settled into one of the cushy sofas. He seemed to be appreciating the morning calm and the splendid view of the Arabian Sea.
I cautiously approached him and wished him “a very good morning, Sir”. He greeted me with his charismatic smile that had won the hearts of millions. Not really knowing what to say next I enquired if he “needed anything?”
“A cup of tea with milk and sugar would be appreciated”, the legendary actor responded, now probably mixing me for a hotel staff member. As I turned around he added, “with some cookies”.
The Taj management is normally quite courteous but on this occasion, the duty manager flatly refused and claimed, “We don’t serve tea to the guests in the lobby of the hotel, he can proceed to the coffee shop and we will serve him anything he wants”
I was forced to instruct the manager, “this is not just ‘a guest’ – this is the Dilip Kumar sitting there – if he wants to have tea in the lobby of the hotel then tea better be served right here and right now.”
The manager luckily understood the gravity of the situation and proceeded to do the needful. Tea and cookies arrived quite promptly and were served with the characteristic elegance that has made the Taj Group of Hotels world famous.
As the hot tea was being poured, Yusuf sahib asked me to join him. I had met him on few other occasions at film industry gatherings in the past and even had dinner with him, Mrs Sushma Swaraj, and Yashji on one occasion where he entertained us by insisting on speaking only in Punjabi. Another time I spent hours with him at a Subhash Ghai’s Pardes event during TIECON in Delhi in January 2003 but this was unique – it was just the two of us having a relaxed and casual chat. In his soft voice and finely cultivated Urdu, he answered many of my questions about his work.
Soon the morning newspapers arrived carrying front-page headlines and photos from the previous evening at the festival inauguration, where the legendary Dilip Kumar, speaking with grace and dignity, had said that it was fitting that Goa had snatched the prize and it was a natural choice as a permanent venue for the International Film Festival of India. This choice, he said had received national attention and international approval.
By now, a few other guests had woken up and sought to get their photos taken with the icon. I could sense his discomfort considering he was not dressed for the part. Under the circumstances, I did my bit by requesting his numerous fans to come by later. Soon his minders realizing that he was missing suddenly arrived in the lobby and took charge of the situation. He slowly got up and in a class act individually thanked all the members of the Taj staff attending to him looking directly in each person’s eye. Then he turned his attention towards me, warmly shook hands, looking at me with his expressive eyes and went off to his suite with his attendants to emerge much later immaculately dressed in a dark blazer joyfully dancing to the music being played in the lobby by the Goan musicians.
And I just stood there frozen – looking at him and watching him in awe as he treated every individual he met with equal respect.
That’s why Dilip Kumar will remain etched in my memory till the end. His passing in 2021 after years of suffering from age related issues made one feel as if one has lost a family member. Dilip Kumar’s films have made him immortal. And to live on in the hearts of those left behind is not to die…
A LIFETIME OF HAPPINESS IN MANY UNEQUAL PARTS ©️ Bhuvan Lall

Loot: The legacy of British imperialism in India

Loot, a despicable word, was evidently among the first few Hindustani expressions to enter the British lexicon. It aptly illustrates the brand of British colonisation like no other word.

On a chilly evening in the first week of December in 1862, British Empire’s railway engineer E.B. Harris reached a small riverside market village called Sultanganj on the south bank of Ganges some twenty miles west of Bhagalpur. Here his 4,771 workers were excavating a vast mound of bricks on the hillside to build a railway yard. Harris, recognised among the railway engineers for the construction of the challenging Jamalpur tunnel, was alerted by the unexpected sound of field axes striking metal. The engineer rushed to the spot where at the depth of twelve feet he spotted the foot of a copper figure. Instantly a large number of people converged at the site. The workers shoved the crowds back and gently retrieved a statue entrenched in a brick-walled chamber. The copper figure was over seven feet and four inches tall and weighed five hundred kilogrammes. It was a stunning representation of Gautama Siddharth, the founder of Buddhism, who lived in India and Nepal around the 6th century BC. This was an amazing discovery.

The railway engineer with antiquarian leanings later noted, “I believe from what I can learn that nothing of the kind has ever been discovered before; certainly nothing in metal so large.” British archeologists confirmed that the copper statue was the only surviving one from the Gupta period of Indian history (4-7th century CE) and demonstrated the extraordinary skills of metal sculptors of ancient India. Some 700 years after it was made, the statue was deliberately buried in the Buddhist monastery for safekeeping from possible damage by foreign armies or rival kingdoms. The news about the chance unearthing of the statue spread swiftly and tens of thousands of Indians came out to pay their respect to the ancient sculpture known as Sultanganj Buddha. Harris, dressed in his vintage-safari hat and light-coloured suit was photographed standing next to the statue. But within two years it disappeared.

The news about the Sultanganj Buddha had reached the ears of Samuel Thornton, a railway ironmonger and the former Mayor of Birmingham. He acquired it for 200 pounds, and secretly shipped it to Britain. On its arrival at the London docks, curators of a local museum tried to pinch it but eventually it reached Birmingham safely. On 7 October 1864, Thornton, proudly presented the discovery of the British Empire to Birmingham Borough Council, writing, “…the colossal figure of Buddha, and the large marble one, to the town, to be placed in the Art Museum, now being erected, where they may be duly and properly located for the free inspection of the inhabitants of Birmingham.” Renamed ‘Birmingham Buddha’, it went on display first in the Corporation Art Gallery, then in a room in the Central Library in 1867. Eighteen years later in was placed as the most important artifact in the newly built Museum and Art Gallery inaugurated by King Edward VII when he was Prince of Wales. Since that day innumerable admirers of the British Empire romantically looking back at the Raj, have visited the Art Gallery to carefully scrutinise the Sultanganj Buddha’s arresting facial features that emphasise the rejection of the material world in favour of spiritual enlightenment. But the British Empire never set itself on the path of denying material wealth that was derived from its brutal campaign of global conquest. The Sultanganj Buddha displayed on British soil constantly reminds us of its illegitimate transfer from India. This was not a titanic achievement—it was loot.

Loot, a despicable word was evidently among the first few Hindustani expressions to enter the British lexicon. It aptly illustrates the brand of British colonisation like no other word. Late starters in the build your own global empire game, British seafarers followed the shipping fleets of Portugal, Spain, Holland, Denmark, and France towards the East. Just over a century after Vasco da Gama discovered the sea route from Europe to India, The East India Company was established in London in 1599 to reach out for India’s fabled treasures, gold, jewels, and spices. In the 17th and 18th centuries, India was prosperous while Britain was an inconsequential, feudal-ridden kingdom.

Essentially India had endured as an economically flourishing and culturally rich civilisation for millennia before Britain even existed. This multicultural spiritual centre of the planet knew that the Earth went around the Sun and many centuries before the first British ship docked on an Indian port, Indian entrepreneurs had shaped trade routes to Arabia, Africa, China, West Asia, and Southeast Asia. Then in 1602, the East India Company authorised by its charter to wage war, launched its maiden voyage to defeat the European powers in gaining control over India. Though the British outwardly came to India as a business venture and the adventure of finding new lands, the lines between exploration and exploitation blurred rapidly. The Company’s directors sitting in the boardroom of the multinational business in London employed the culture of corporate violence to make war across India. The gang of bankers, buccaneers, crusaders, gold-diggers, mandarins, pirates and planters, generated almost a quarter of Britain’s trade while systematically stripping India of its riches. And after defeating the Indians in the first war of Indian independence in 1857- 58, the British Crown directly took control of India and it became the jewel of the crown. Now the Queen of the small, rainy island in the North Atlantic ruled over the biggest empire in human history on which the sun never set. For the next ninety years, Indians were subjugated by Hukumat-i-Britannia’s repressive military rule, faced stringent race and class discrimination, and witnessed human greed at its basest.

By the time East India Railway’s Harris accidentally stumbled on the Buddha statue in Sultanganj in 1862, a ruthless campaign of appropriation of Indian art and the archaeological dismemberment of India had been underway for decades. In 1800 a strange-looking tiger automaton toy was delivered to an address on Leadenhall Street in Central London. This was the East India House, the office of the Chairman of the Court of Directors of the East India Company. Carted off from Mysore it was a part of the booty lifted from Tipu Sultan’s palace. The toy was a six-foot-long mechanised wooden piece that was painted in the shape of a tiger devouring a red-coated European soldier lying on his back. An organ cleverly concealed inside the tiger’s body produced sounds imitating a man’s dying moans as well as the roar of a tiger.
From July 1808 onwards it was put on view as a piece of imperial propaganda in the Company’s reading room. It became a popular sight and its sounds caused many members of the British public to faint from fear. Even two hundred and twenty years later the wooden tiger remains the most prominent and intriguing displays at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London. In 1849, the Koh-i-noor (the mountain of light), a beautiful 105.6-carat diamond that originated in the Golconda mines was removed to London under dubious circumstances. This mark of prestige and power in India for centuries was flaunted as an imperial possession in 1851 at the Great Exposition in London. In 1937 it was embedded in the royal crown of the Queen Mother and is now displayed at the Tower of London under the continual protection of the armed Yeoman Warders.

Inexplicably tourists are prohibited from photographing the famed diamond. Besides the over one-thousand-year-old sandstone sculpture of Harihara from Khajuraho now parked at the British Museum in London, one of the greatest robberies of all times from India was the famous Amaravati Railings originating from the Buddhist Stupa of Amaravati in the Guntur district. Here a magnificent architectural achievement of India, with a history that spanned seventeen centuries was ruthlessly dismantled piece by piece. In an indefensible act, the majority of the Stupa’s carved stones were hauled over to Britain. Today some of the Amaravati sculptures consisting of carved relief panels presenting narrative scenes from the life of Gautama Buddha as well as Buddhist emblems and symbols are displayed in Room 33 on the first level of the British Museum. Captain Henry Hardy Cole, the farsighted British Curator of Ancient Monuments in India during 1882-83, had unsuccessfully objected to the removal of the sculptures from the site and recorded, it is a “suicidal and indefensible policy to allow the country to be looted of original works of ancient art”.

WhatsApp Image 2024 09 20 at 10 19 29 AMNow it is well known that from the reign of Elizabeth I to almost the coronation of Elizabeth II there is an entire unrecorded parallel history of pillaging of Indian treasures. Far beyond the overhyped stories of the Hukumat-i-Britannia’s ceremonial durbars, maharajahs’ balls, Viceregal tiger shoots, cricket matches, Anglicized curries, parades, pageants, and shenanigans in Shimla, there exists the shameful colonial legacy of theft. Notwithstanding the British Empire’s assertion of its benevolence in introducing modern medicine, law, civil services, progressive education and railways in India all the expensive art pieces and artifacts stolen from India are now safely placed in the galleries and vaults of Britain’s museums and stately manors. They signify grave crimes that were committed in India in the name of racial superiority. The British program of plundering was essentially an indomitable endeavour to destroy India’s splendid history and obliterate our nation’s historical accomplishments as if they never existed.

Distinguished American historian Will Durant in his short pamphlet, The Case for India, remarked, “The British conquest of India was the invasion and destruction of a high civilization by a trading company utterly without scruple or principle… bribing and murdering, annexing and stealing, and beginning that career of illegal and legal plunder”. He added, that it was “the most sordid and criminal exploitation of one nation by another in all recorded history.” Recently Indian Economist Utsa Patnaik estimated that Britain decamped with a total of nearly $45 trillion from India during the period 1765 to 1938 but this excludes the environmental costs of aggressive deforestation and the institutionalized loot of Indian assets. To write a full-scale comprehensive history of the systematic ravaging of India by Hukumat-i-Britannia would be the work of many lifetimes for historians or the never-ending occupation of a government department. Consequently, there is no such record in the public domain as yet.

In the twenty-first century if British citizens look back impartially on the blotchy history of their occupation of India, they will conclude that the British Empire had a reprehensible past. On 22 September 2020, The National Trust of Britain, Europe’s largest conservation charity, with 5.6 million members; over 500 sites, and up to 14,000 employees made an astonishing disclosure. In an official report that spanned 115 pages, the National Trust admitted, that a third of the properties it manages had direct links to colonialism or slavery. The Trust that made $870 million in revenue in the past year claimed that at least 229 landed estates were purchased in Britain by those who had made their fortune either as employees of the East India Company or as independent merchants in India between 1700 and 1850.

The report highlighted the amalgamated collections of Robert Clive and his family that contained some 1,000 objects including ivories, textiles, statues of Hindu gods, ornamental silver and gold, weapons, and ceremonial armour from India that are now brandished at Powis Castle. It also confessed that the British robbed the spectacular Chinese porcelain dish originating from Shah Jahan’s treasury during the sacking of the Qaisar Bagh Palace in Lucknow in 1857. That rare Mughal heirloom is now held in the National Trust’s collection at Wallington.

In the seventy-fifth anniversary of India’s Independence, the time has come for the repatriation of the Indian works of art and artifacts from Britain. An aggressive international campaign to retrieve the stolen treasures of India needs the resources of our political, diplomatic, legal, corporate, media, and entertainment communities and the professional expertise of art historians, artists, architects, archaeologists, curators and museum directors of India. The UNESCO’s heritage department must be persuaded to join forces with Bharat Sarkar for returning these antiquities. The planned repurposing of the North and South Block on the Raisina Hill as museums in New Delhi would only be complete with the hundreds and thousands of pilfered Indian treasures lying around the world in museums and the vaults of international auction houses being secured for future generations of Indians.

In the meanwhile, at the Birmingham Museum, the Sultanganj Buddha’s hand gestures (mudras) remain symbolic and can serve as an inspiration for Britain and His Majesty’s Government to accept a historic blunder. The raising of his right hand, Abhaya means ‘no fear’ and hence shows the Buddha giving reassurance and protection, and the left hand with its palm outward and held upwards represents granting a favour. Fittingly, the fearless repatriation of the loot by Britain is the only practicable resolution that is now long overdue.

Bhuvan Lall is an author, filmmaker, scriptwriter, speaker and entrepreneur. He is also the biographer of Subhas Bose, Har Dayal and Sardar Patel. He can be reached at writerlall@gmail.com

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