Erstwhile human , humble absolutely polite , but always clear in his conversation he said what had to be said , never a word extra , never a word less.
He was Mr Danny Denzongpas secretary ..in Filmy Parlance but he was part of the Denzongpa family ,,
Actors changed their secretaries at whim , or if their films failed but Madanji was always there and I met Madanji during the making of Raj N Sippy directed Boxer 1984 ..
I was working for a design studio where the Boxer costumes were made and it was the first time I was working for Dannyji too.
And when I came into my own and continued working with Dannyji it was Madanji with whom I coordinated and if there was some issue he was there to resolve it , he was the Rock of Gibraltar for me ..he was there always encouraging , and I never in so many years ever found him angry , upset , he had one goal to see that the actor he served had everything in command on the day of the shoot .
I was not familiar with him beyond my work brief but if I messaged him he would immediately call back and he stood by me and supported me ,.
I was totally shocked when I saw his familys message on Whats Up I saw it the following morning as I am not a Whats User in terms of checking updates or I would have rushed for his funeral on 10 Feb 2015 .
I did not have his picture and this morning when I received another message from his family for a prayer meeting I edited it to pen an obituary a great humble soul.. the always smiling always jovial in all kinds of weather or storms the one and only Mr Madan Mohan Arora known in Bollywood circles as Madanji.
I offer my condolences to his sons Vishesh Ravi his daughter Ms Karuna Badwal.. , his entire family the Narulas , Badwals and to Mr Danny Denzongpa Rinzing and family ,,
This is a huge loss to all these families a void that is irreparable and I hope God gives the strength to bear this immense loss ..May his Soul Rest In Peace .
Om Shanti Om..
“He Is Not Dead
I cannot say, and I will not say
That he is dead. He is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered into an unknown land
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he lingers there.
And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn
For an old-time step, and the glad return,
Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of There as the love of Here.
Think of him still as the same. I say,
He is not dead—he is just away.”
― James Whitcomb Riley