My father was born in the Dilli of 1945; a grandson of Raja Jwala Prasad and Lala Shriram, and son of Sumitra Charat Ram and Lala Charat Ram – a unique confluence of families at a special time in India. These families contributed to the civil services, academia, arts and culture, industrialisation, business and philanthropy; all believed they had a civil contract with society. To serve and to serve well.
Born in the Shriram clan with the proverbial gold spoon, he was by all accounts, including his, the cutest, sweetest, cherubic brown baby and was appropriately nicknamed “Chikoo”. Much loved,