| The woman who 
                    stole Mountbatten’s heart By Aparna Datta & Roja Kandath Summer of 1948. The Simla Season was on in full swing. Independent 
                    India’s first summer, but the lukewarm remnants of the 
                    Raj lingered on. The days went by in a whirl- luncheons, picnics, 
                    tennis parties, gymkhana. The evenings meant entertainment- 
                    fancy dress balls, official dinners, and the high point in 
                    Simla’s social calendar- a performance by the Simla 
                    Amateur Dramatic Club (ADC). On May 20, members of the club presented three One Act plays 
                    at the Gaiety Theatre. The club’s patrons, their Excellencies 
                    Earl and Countess Mountbatten of Burma, were the chief guests. 
                    The second play was Half An Hour with Ava Bhasin 
                    as the leading lady. Later Lord Mountbatten wrote from Simla to his daughter Patricia:“If only I wasn’t Governor-General but just 
                    a grass-bachelor sailor I would have had the most wonderful 
                    time here. An exceptionally lovely Anglo-Indian girl, leading 
                    lady of the second play, attracted me more than any girl for 
                    years. And as luck would have it I absolutely clicked with 
                    her. I just saw enough of her on stage. After the show and 
                    sitting opposite her after the Club dinner to know we could 
                    have had a wonderful time…Isn’t it maddening I 
                    just can’t do anything about it. She was just my cup 
                    of tea. Pammy (his other daughter Pamela) was amused but luckily 
                    I don’t think mummy noticed anything…” 
                    – An extract from Mountbatten by Paul Ziegler.
 Sitting in the drawing-room of her house in Koramangala, 
                    in this very sultry summer of 1998, Ava recalls that enchanted 
                    evening, fifty years ago. “I hardly realized that I’d 
                    made such an impression! It all happened quite by chance. 
                    I was 24 at the time, holidaying in Simla at the invitation 
                    of a family friend. “One day I was having coffee at the Green Room, a club. 
                    One of the producers came in looking frantic as the leading 
                    lady of the play had been transferred to another place. He 
                    insisted that I take the part, and for the heck of it, I agreed.” 
                    Since Ava was extremely shy by nature, the roles she otherwise 
                    got were “of dusting the table or stage.” The 
                    show went off very well: afterwards, the bouquets came pouring 
                    in. “A couple of days later, my husband and I were invited 
                    to the Governor General’s Lodge for a Garden Party for 
                    the cast and members of the Simla ADC. These two occasions 
                    were the first and the last time I met Mountbatten – 
                    little did I know he would record our encounter in a letter 
                    to his daughter!” It was only much later when the excerpt from the biography 
                    appeared in The London Times in 1985 that Ava came 
                    to know about the Governor-General being smitten by her. Ava 
                    is however upset about Mountbatten’s mention in his 
                    autobiography that she sought his autograph. She says that 
                    never happened. Even as we sat in her drawing room on a nostalgic 
                    afternoon last week, the lady who captured the Earl’s 
                    heart, looked heavenwards and said dramatically, “Mountbatten, 
                    I hope you are listening. I was nervous then and with two 
                    little boys waiting for me at home, I couldn’t have 
                    shown the slightest interest in you.” Ava says Mountbatten 
                    must have been confused: “He must have seen a hundred 
                    Ava Bhasins in his life. He was known to be a lady’s 
                    man. But they say he never forgot a pretty girl’s face.” Mountbatten and Ava discussed just two topics over coffee. 
                    “I usually spoke less. I told him that my mother was 
                    English, married to a Bengali barrister.” Ava remembers 
                    Mountbatten as “a lovely-looking man. He was well-built, 
                    handsome and had a charm of his own.” Looking back, she says she would have preferred to have an 
                    intellectual relationship with him and if there was anything 
                    to do with the bedroom, “it would have been purely accidental.” 
                    She was aware that Mountbatten and Edwina shared a ‘spiritual’ 
                    relationship. “I do regret it to a point that I did not reciprocate. 
                    I should have written to him or sent him my pictures. I did 
                    not because I would have to pay a price – my dignity.” At 74, Ava is frail, but still charming. She is a personification 
                    of grace and simplicity. Her early childhood was spent in 
                    Calcutta and Delhi. A mother of three sons, she currently 
                    stays close to her eldest son who runs a furniture business. “Mountbatten sent flowers to everybody and if he had 
                    autographed by bouquet, maybe I would have told my story to 
                    others.”  A lady of many accomplishments, she had a business venture 
                    in embroidered sarees. Many of her poems have been published 
                    in magazines such as The Illustrated Weekly and JS. 
                    With a background and heritage that combines the best of East 
                    and West, Ava is unique. The “swan-necked lady” 
                    thinks of Mountbatten often. From among the many men who liked 
                    her, he is the one person who comes to her mind frequently. And she is left with some sepia-toned regret amid the memories 
                    of a swash-buckler whose feelings she did not reciprocate 
                    because she as never pushy. “I feel backward to be forward.” Published in Bangalore Times / The 
                    Times of India, June 30, 1998 |