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N.H. Phalke's
hands were trained to shoot and kill. As a member of the Maratha Light Infantry,
he was looking forward to dare-devil deeds in battles to come. But it was not
to be, his dream was cut short painfully when he collapsed while on an exercise.
One more unsung hero discharged from the military rolls with an honourable mention.
But Phalke, like a true-blood Maratha warrior, battled on. He sketched out a new
career for himself at the Paraplegic Rehabilitation Centre in Kirkee. |
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The budding
painter in him, cold-storaged as he swapped the brush for the gun, came alive
again painfully, slowly. The brush was now held grittily between his teeth as
Phalke tried to sketch with his mouth the images forming in his mind. Soon he
evolved into a craftsman who could hold solo exhibitions. He had the will and
the inclination; the encouragement came from the Mouth and Foot Painting Artists
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