Pramod Thomas is a senior correspondent with Asian Media Group since 2020, bringing 19 years of journalism experience across business, politics, sports, communities, and international relations. His career spans both traditional and digital media platforms, with eight years specifically focused on digital journalism. This blend of experience positions him well to navigate the evolving media landscape and deliver content across various formats. He has worked with national and international media organisations, giving him a broad perspective on global news trends and reporting standards.
THE granddaughter of an Asian war hero has spoken of his hope for no further world wars, as she described how his “resilience” helped shape their family’s identity and values.
Rajindar Singh Dhatt, 103, is one of the few surviving Second World War veterans and took part in the Allied victory that is now commemorated as VE Day. Based in Hounslow, southwest London, since 1963, he was born in Ambala Jattan, Punjab, in undivided India in 1921, and fought with the Allied forces for Britain.
He received an MBE last December for his services to the south Asian community in the UK.
His granddaughter Amrit, 31, who calls him Babaji, told Eastern Eye: “He has been bed-bound for the past two months, but before that, he was very fit and active. He was diagnosed with cancer two years ago. He has always shown great resilience – both mentally and physically – and taught us to treat others with humility and respect.
Dhatt with sons Jasvinder and Parminder
“These values run very deep in our family and remind us youngsters to appreciate the peace that comes from these values. Just recently, babaji expressed his hope that there would never be another world war, having seen firsthand what division and violence can do, not just to nations, but to humankind and the human spirit.”
For the family, VE Day (Thursday, 8) was more than just a celebration of victory. It’s a day of remembrance and reflection. As a family, Amrit said, they spend this time in honour of not just Dhatt and everything he gave up, but also the sacrifices of other women, children, and men from that time.
Amrit said, “These stories are particularly important from people of minority backgrounds because these soldiers and veterans helped build this country. They didn’t just come to immigrate; they built up this country, protected it, and shaped its history. People need to understand that immigrants weren’t just contributors to the nation – they defended it and completely changed its prospects. It exemplifies the idea of looking beyond fear, injustice, and prejudices towards people of colour, because there should be immense pride in the fact that previous generations helped shape the country.”
The family reflects on how young Dhatt was when he fought in the war that led to the freedom of today and they are grateful for the difference his sacrifices made, Amrit said.
Dhatt as a young soldier
Dhatt joined the Indian Army in February 1941 as a sepoy (private). He was deployed to the Far East campaign, where he fought in Kohima, northeast India, supporting the Allied Forces in breaking through Japanese defenses.
He left the newly-independent Indian Army in late 1949 with the rank of havildar-major. The army veteran served as a physical training instructor from 1942 to 1943 and army store keeper from 1943 to 1949. After the war, Dhatt returned to India before relocating with his family to Hounslow in 1963.
Amrit said, “He wanted to continue his education, but there were financial restraints in the family. When the war broke out in 1941, he decided to join the army, partly out of duty, but also out of necessity to support the family. Babaji always speaks about the army and the pride he felt in serving, as well as the friendships he made while serving in the British Indian Army. “However, there were things he chose not to speak about. I think he possibly suffered from some traumatic stress disorder, though in his generation and culture, such things are not openly discussed, especially by men.
Dhatt with the then Prince of Wales, and the late Queen
“He often speaks very happily about his memories with fellow soldiers, including the white British soldiers. He especially talks about how they used to play sports together, sometimes football or volleyball. Despite never mentioning or criticising anything negative, his stories hint at segregation between white soldiers and soldiers of colour when they were away from the sports pitch.”
She added, “Despite others openly speaking about racism, my grandfather always focused on the positive, saying the British treated them well.”
When the war ended, Indian soldiers were granted indefinite leave to remain – this was the British government’s way of saying thank you for their service.
According to Amrit, till a few years ago, there was not much recognition of the role of Asian and Commonwealth soldiers in the world wars.
She noted how until the early 1980s, during the 40th anniversary celebrations of VE and VJ Day, white veterans from the UK, Canada, America, New Zealand, and Australia were honoured for their service.
“None of the recognition was directed towards soldiers of colour from undivided India, the Caribbean, or Africa. At that point, Babaji and other veterans in west London created an association called the Undivided Indian Ex-Servicemen’s Association to raise awareness of the contributions of soldiers from these regions.”
Amrit said her grandfather did not complain about how Asian and Commonwealth contributions to the war are remembered. But she said he wished more could have been done earlier.
Dhatt gardening at home
“The association he co-founded came about purely because there wasn’t any recognition; these soldiers were practically forgotten. It’s very important that the Commonwealth soldiers who played a vital role are considered and remembered, and that wider communities and societies understand that,” Amrit said.
“Babaji is glad that recognition is growing, but there’s still a long way to go. While there’s slight disappointment, he is appreciative of the little milestones that have been achieved.”
“His message is that it’s important everyone remembers and understands that the freedoms and things we enjoy nowadays came from the fact that they sacrificed so much in their time. It wasn’t just for a particular country or background of people, but for the wellness of humankind as a whole – people of all colour and backgrounds.
Dhatt with his granddaughter Amrit
“It’s important that future generations remember the contributions made, and that no one would have to experience something like a world war again, but rather live with peace and respect for one another.”
Dhatt’s wife, Gurbachan Kaur Dhatt, passed away in 1990. His elder son, Parminder Singh Dhatt (Amrit’s father) is based in the UK, while another son, Jasvinder Singh Dhatt, lives in New Jersey, US. The Dhatt family has seven grandchildren and three great grandchildren now.
Describing her grandfather as a “very positive man”, Amrit added, “Until February, he was very independent. He has always been very high-spirited and never wanted to feel like a burden. Even now, he jokes with us family members, saying, ‘You guys are telling me I can’t do it, but I know I can.’”
The community came together to honour two of its stalwarts, Dr Vinodbhai Kapashi OBE and his wife, Sudhaben Kapashi, at an emotional Thanks-Giving Party organised by their three daughters.
Attended by family, friends, dignitaries, and community leaders, the gathering was a living tribute to a couple whose lives have been devoted to public service, cultural enrichment, literature, Jainism, and the unifying spirit of community.
In an emotionally charged address, Dr Kapashi expressed his heartfelt wish to witness the community’s affection during his lifetime. “I just wanted to see, while alive, how people are connected to me and what they think of me,” he said, before evoking the poignant song, “Kal khel mein hum ho na ho, gardish mein taare rahenge sada” — a reminder that while individuals may pass on, their values and contributions continue to shine for generations.
Sudhaben, visibly moved by the overwhelming warmth, reflected on their lifelong journey and the promise of the future: “Hum laye hain tufan se kishti nikal ke… Now we can say that Jain religion will flourish more and more, seeing the association of the young generation.”
Throughout the morning, tributes poured in from prominent community leaders, including Nemubhai Chandaria OBE, Jaysukhbhai Mehta BEM, Dr Mehool Sanghrajka MBE, Rumitbhai Shah, and Nirajbhai Sutaria. A video message from India by Dr Kumarpal Desai added to the heartfelt honours. Speakers described Dr Kapashi as “a real scholar, a true gentleman, and an encyclopedia of Jainism and Sanatan Dharma,” commending his tireless work to promote and preserve Jain values not only within the Jain community but for the benefit of all.
Adding a deeply personal dimension to the day, the couple’s daughters- Raxita, Punny, and Neha, along with their five grandchildren, shared treasured memories that revealed the humility and humanity behind the couple’s public achievements. Family members Alka Shah and Purvi Shah also offered moving recollections.
The programme blended touching narration with photographs, theme songs & dance, along with lovingly prepared collage by the Ladies Wing, casting a golden glow over the celebration.
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Lord Meghnad Desai, who has died, aged 85, was one of the most erudite members of the House of Lords. But he carried his scholarship lightly and with an engaging sense of humour.
The Times noted he turned 85 on 10 July, only 19 days before his death on 29 July.
He was known as a distinguished economist who had taught at the London School of Economics, where he remained an emeritus professor after his retirement, but his knowledge of Bollywood films was also impressive.
He admitted whistling songs from Guru Dutt movies in the corridors of the House of Lords.
His favourite song, he once said, when launching his autobiography, Rebellious Lord, was Mera Joota Hai Japani from the 1955 Raj Kapoor starrer, Shree 420.
That’s because deep down despite travelling and lecturing all over the world, he felt Indian, and the line that summed him up was, “phir bhi dil hai Hindustani”.
He had many books on economics and politics to his credit, among them Marx’s Revenge: The Resurgence of Capitalism and the Death of Statist Socialism, The Rediscovery of India, and The Poverty of Political Economy: How Economics Abandoned the Poor.
Desai (sixth from left) with Jo Johnson, Sajid Javid, Rami Ranger, David Cameron, Lady Kishwar Desai, guest statue sculptor Philip Jackson and Priti Patel
But he was also the author of Nehru's Hero: Dilip Kumar in the Life of India. He had a wide range of interests and also wrote a crime thriller, Dead on Time.
He was born in Baroda and had his early education in India, but though he had an enjoyable enough spell in America, he chose to settle in the UK because he felt his spiritual home was the LSE.
“I have been to more than 50 countries to give lectures,” he said. “In America, I could have earned much more money, but being at the LSE was much more fun. Because I’m interested in many things I can talk to people about what they are interested in. Basically, I like reading and writing. I’ve been to three countries I consider my own – US, UK and India. I think I belong to all three in some form or another. Everybody has been nice to me. I have had a lovely life.”
On one occasion he said his greatest achievement was possibly raising money for the statue of Mahatma Gandhi that went up in 2015 in Parliament Square, facing the Palace of Westminster and not far from that of Winston Churchill.
He said: “I would say that Gandhi is relevant not just to Indians or British Indians – he is relevant to everybody. Gandhi is universal and still relevant as an alternative way of launching a struggle in a century that has continued to have violence. It’s astonishing what he achieved. Indians born here (in the UK) may know of Gandhi from their parents but they would only know a stylised bit of Gandhi. If, as a result of this statue, they are inspired to explore Gandhi more thoroughly and read about his life and look at what he did, that will be great. I hope lots and lots of schools come to look at the Gandhi statue and people carry on teaching a bit more about Gandhi because he is a fascinating, very complex character. You can criticise him quite a lot and there are a lot of critics there but on balance he is the most unique person of the 20th century.
Desai during the Mahatma Gandhi anniversary in Parliament Square on October 2, 2019
“Attenborough’s movie is a remarkable classic movie – the movie that more than anything else introduced Gandhi to the world. More people have learnt about Gandhi from the movie, especially people outside India, than anything else. Attenborough’s movie made Gandhi a much more known person round the world for a new generation. I don’t think any Indian would have been allowed to make a movie like that given the restrictions that the Indian government places on film making. You see they only want hagiographies.”
In Rebellious Lord, his autobiography published in 2020, he explained why he did not always do well in exams in India: “One of my problems was that I could not give the standard answer which was what got you the marks. I deviated from the straight and narrow and showed off my reading or tried some jokes. None of this helps you in an Indian examination where you have to display memory and rote learning.”
He said that “in early January 2004, I was at my desk in the House of Lords when I got a call. The call was from Delhi, asking me if I would accept the Pravasi Bharatiya Samman, awarded to an expatriate Indian. I said, of course, I would. They must have thought that being left-wing, I might publicly refuse to accept an honour from a BJP-led coalition government, but any government elected by the Indian people was acceptable to me.
“So it was that within a couple of days, I was off to Delhi to receive my award. When I met Prime Minister Atal Bihari Vajpayee, I was in for a pleasant surprise. After he gave me the award, I asked him, ‘Why did you choose me? I have criticised you so much.’ As in any conversation with that marvellous man, there was no immediate response. Then he smiled and said, ‘You criticise everybody.’ That reply made me happy, as I was particular about my non-partial standpoint.”
One of the abiding friendships he made while at Berkeley in America was with fellow economist Amartya Sen, who was later to win the Nobel Prize.
“I was 24 and he was 31,” recalled Desai. “I had, of course, heard his name while I was a student in Bombay. People talked about this young Indian whom his Cambridge teachers – Joan Robinson and Nicholas Kaldor, authors whose books we read – were praising very highly. Amartya was visiting Berkeley in my second year. I went to hear him at a seminar he was giving in the economics department. The original venue was too small for all the people who had come to listen so it was moved to a much larger hall on the campus. I was thrilled when I heard him speak. The topic was about peasant behaviour in developing countries. It was technical but also full of insights into the political economy of the problem. Dale Jorgenson played the part of the acerbic critic and Amartya stood up to him easily. We met up afterwards and then many times during the year he was there. Amartya was there with (his then wife) Nabaneeta, who had a literary background and became a famous Bengali author subsequently. We got on very well and have done so ever since.
“Amartya is a great person. I guess he is my longest acquaintance among Indian economists, because I met Amartya in Berkeley in 1964. He’s a nice man, a very nice man. I think I think he’s slightly cross with me because I’m much softer on (Narendra) Modi than he is. But then you know, I’m me. And he is he. But I don’t think those things are serious for either.”
Desai had three children with his first wife, Gail Wilson, an LSE colleague whom he married in 1970. He met his second wife, Kishwar Ahluwalia, a literary editor, in India when he was working on the Dilip Kumar biography, The couple married in London in 2004.
Desai with Amartya Sen (right)
Desai has talked of his love of Bollywood films.
“I began to be taken to see movies at the age of four,” he said. “I could never understand people who try to intellectualise films. All the critics who wrote about films intellectually hated Hindi films. And I loved them. To this day I love ordinary, commercial Hindi films. I like Guru Dutt because he made commercial films which had content.
“The thing about Guru Dutt is he is thought to be one of those amazing art film directors because most people have only seen Kaagaz Ke Phool. I myself did not like it very much. I still don’t. I think it is a badly made film, very, very confused.
“When he started Guru Dutt had a slight racy reputation. When he appeared in Aar Paar as a hero, the Times of India wrote a very angry review that he was bringing values down, singing love songs in a dingy garage with a heroine. There was Guru Dutt putting forward as hero a car repair man who had been a criminal. People were shocked that the hero was no longer a noble hero.
“He made Mrs & Mrs 55 which is a fantastic film. He actually discovered that Madhubala had a flair for comedy.
“In Mrs & Mrs 55 – I remember seeing it at the National Film Theatre in London –there is a little episode where Kumkum, who plays the hero’s sister-in-law, tells this girl Madhubala that, yes her husband beats her up but that’s not bad, you know, husband do beat up wives – you could see the frisson of disappointment in all the trendies who had come to see the great Guru Dutt. They hadn’t realised he was very much a conservative.
“Then, he made Pyaasa – and Pyaasa just hit me like a ton of bricks. It was basically Devdas, made beautifully, written by Abrar Alvi, music by S D Burman, that redeemed his reputation as a serious film maker.
“Then Chaudhvin Ka Chand is another absolutely fantastic film. It is one of the greatest ‘Muslim socials’ ever, something an entire Muslim family could see.
“Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam is another great film – wow! What a beautiful, beautiful film, made with great understanding of Bengali society. He trained with Uday Shankar, the dancer, in Calcutta. He married Geeta Roy who became Geeta Dutt. He was a man of great sensitivity.
“I was at Ramnarain Ruia College in Matuna, studying BA economics. I can tell you Aar Paar in 1954 made an impact absolutely. Once you have experienced life, you become a bit cynical and you can distance yourself whereas, when you are young, films have an immediate impact on your sexual and ethical consciousness. I am a fan of all Hindi films of the 1940s and 1950s. I am an Indian until the 1950s and then later I came to England and eventually became a ‘Brit’.
“One day I will write a story about the cinema houses I frequented in Bombay: Arora at King’s Circle; Chitra and Broadway near Dadar; and Surya and Bharat Mata near Parel. I still believe, not because I was young then, that that was the golden age of Hindi cinema.”
Desai with wife Kishwar
Desai has made many speeches in the House of Lords, which he joined in 1991, the first Asian man to be given a peerage in contemporary times. He was then a member of the Labour party.
In his maiden speech on 19 June 1991, he spoke of the decline of British manufacturing: “I well recall that as a child I thought that it was axiomatic that British manufacturing was the best. Of course, I learned the lesson under somewhat advantageous circumstances for British manufacturers, for in those days Japanese or German manufacturers were synonyms for shoddy goods. I never thought then that I should rise so many years later on my first occasion in this House to speak on the manufacturing industry in this country.”
He switched to education: “I was surprised when I first heard many years ago before I touched the shores of this country that there is widespread here a kind of contempt for education, a glorification of the untaught genius—someone who cannot read a book but who can innovate. If that was ever true, that time is past. Innovation is no longer the privilege of the single, lonely person. It is a corporate activity which requires sustained investment in high-powered scientific and technical knowledge.
“We must raise the general level of education and knowledge in this country and continue to invest in the education and training of everyone from age five onwards. We must not drop people at 16 or 19. Let us make sure that there is no conflict between basic research and applied research. Basic research is extremely important to innovation. There is no false dichotomy between basic science and applied science. Unless we invest much more in education—primary, secondary and tertiary—and in research and development, we shall not be able to have the sustained foundation that we require for manufacturing.”
Last year he spoke in the Lords about the Palestinian problem: “The Israel- Palestine problem, or the Israel-Hamas problem, did not start in October 2023; it started in November 1917, and we still have it. Some here may remember Arthur Koestler, who was a communist and then became an ex-communist and was one of the few people who worked on a kibbutz in the 1920s. He said that: ‘One nation solemnly promised to a second nation the country of a third.’
“That was very much the message. Before Palestine had fallen from the Ottoman Empire, it was signed over to welcome Jews from all over Europe and America to come and make a nation.
“It is a fact—I have been reading lots of books about this—that at no stage did we say that the Palestinians had any claim on the territory where they had been living for several centuries. That is the dilemma: two communities of very ancient origin can claim, truthfully and simultaneously, that it is their country and no one else’s. It has taken 100 years to prove who is right, and neither group is. We have to solve this problem because for a long time, not just since October 2023, there has been a lot of killing and damage done to both communities, carried out with a passion that is quite surprising. Obviously, being an atheist, I blame religion for this. The children of Abraham have quarrelled with each other now for about 2,000 years. After all, anti-Semitism was not invented recently; it was invented by the Christians, and the rest we know.
Desai said, “Everybody has been nice to me. I have had a lovely life.”
“We need to think about how to stop the Israel-Palestine war right now, as soon as possible, and then about how to rehouse the refugees scattered throughout Syria, Lebanon, Iraq and all those places, as well as people who are being thrown out of Gaza, the West Bank and everywhere else.”
His voice will be missed not only in the Lords but the wider British Asian community where he was a familiar figure at book launches and political and cultural functions.
Desai said he has never faced racism: “Everybody has been nice to me. I have had a lovely life.”
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Tony Jayawardena as Winston Churchill and Michael Sheen as Nye Bevan in Nye at the National Theatre
FOR Eastern Eye readers, there is a choice of two plays at the National Theatre – the return of Tim Price’s Nye, on the founding of the NHS, or Shaan Sahota’s debut with The Estate, a rumbustious Punjabi affair about an aspirational Sikh politician whose two sisters demand an equal share of their late father’s inheritance.
Maybe the answer is to try and see both.
On the way to catch Nye in the Olivier Theatre, the thought occurred to me that if there is one country in the world that really needs a National Health Service where people will be treated “based on their clinical need and not on their ability to pay”, it is India. My younger brother, who came with me, told me a horror story of a wife who couldn’t get her husband’s body from a Kolkata hospital unless she paid cash up front. And I recall one of my maternal uncles, who was covered by a generous Indian Oil Corporation insurance, was admitted with a relatively simple leg ailment, only to be pushed into intensive care and have various tests done at vast expense. Alas, he didn’t survive the treatment. Most private doctors demand cash for obvious reasons. India does have some of the best doctors and hospitals in the world, but it is the poor who require something like the NHS in the UK.
Jayawardena as Dr Dain and Sheen
Nye is an utterly brilliant play which tells us of the battles Aneurin (“Nye”) Bevan fought with both Tory and Labour politicians, the opposition leader Winston Churchill (he lost the 1945 general election) and the doctors themselves in establishing the NHS on 5 July 1948.
It is a stirring moment when Nye (Michael Sheen) declares: “Join me and take the most civilised step any country has ever taken and together we will build the greatest health service the world has ever taken.”
He does add: “We shall never have all we need. Expectation will always exceed capacity…..the service must always be changing, growing and improving; it must always appear imperfect.”
Humphrey Ker and Adeel Akhtar in The Estate
I would see the play, directed by Rufus Norris, just for the clash between Nye and Churchill, played superbly once again by the excellent Tony Jayewardene, who doubles up as Dr Dain.
For a British Asian actor to pay Churchill of all people is, I think, a watershed moment. “My dear fellow, have a cigar and a brandy,” the great man might well say to Jayewardene if he were somehow to slip into the audience one night.
Incidentally, Jayewardene told me: “My parents were both born and raised in Sri Lanka. They got married in 1970 when my father was 26 and my mother was 19. My father is a doctor and emigrated here in 1970 to do his higher qualifications to become a registrar and then a consultant. By that time my brother and I were both born but the civil war in Sri Lanka had also started so my parents made the decision to raise us here, especially as the war was affecting education in Sri Lanka. We lived most of my life in north London where my father still lives in the family home. My mother passed away in 2016.”
It has become fashionable for politicians these days to say that the NHS is broken. The return of Nye couldn’t be more timely since resident doctors (previously called junior doctors) threatened to go on strike for five days in pursuit of a 28.9 per cent pay claim. And the health secretary Wes Streeting has condemned the NHS for its alleged “racist” treatment of pregnant ethnic minority women. It is easy for people to forget what Britain was like the NHS.
Appointed minister for health and housing by Clement Attlee (Stephanie Jacob), the new Labour prime minister, Nye hears of harrowing stories from no fewer than 20 patients.
Sharon Small as Jennie Lee in Nye
They range from, “help us, minister, my baby has TB, but they forgot to put the legs of her cot in tins of oil to stop the cockroaches climbing up. A cockroach has got into my baby’s cot, and now my baby is deaf,” to “I broke my wrist, and the doctor can repair it but I can’t afford the anaesthetic for the operation”, “There’s no cancer specialist in my town so I have to travel five hours for an appointment”,
“The almoner says I have to pay two shillings for my radium, but I don’t have that money; if I don’t pay she’s going to stop my treatment”, and “Our GP looks after 18,000 patients. How are we meant to get an appointment?”
Nye’s heroic story is told in flashback as he lies dying at the Royal Free, an NHS hospital in North London, in 1960.
By his side is his wife, Jennie Lee (Sharon Small). There are references to Nye’s time in Delhi and sipping champagne with Nehru.
Nye’s final words are delivered as a small boy to his father, David Bevan (Rhodri Meilir), a coal miner who died of “black lung”: “Dad. Did I…Did I look after everyone?”
A message put up on screen at the end of the play says: “Within 10 years of the NHS being launched infant mortality fell by 50 per cent. Since its founding, life expectancy has increased by 12 years.”
Meanwhile, The Estate is on in the newly refurbished Dorfman Theatre where it is Sahota’s good fortune to have the accomplished Adeel Akhtar in the lead role of Angad Singh. One half of the play deals with the parliamentary estate where Angad (educated Harrow and New College, Oxford), the shadow environment secretary, is a rising star. It has faint touches of Yes Minister, especially in Angad’s dealings with the chief whip, Ralph (Humphrey Kerr), as the British Asian politician decides to run for party leader. There are echoes, too, of David Cameron’s alleged (and unsubstantiated) initiation ceremony with a pig’s head. Ralph, with his great height, also plays it a little like John Cleese in Fawlty Towers.
The other half of the play is about what happens when Angad’s traditional Sikh father – a baggage handler turned dodgy property dealer – dies leaving his entire estate to his son, cutting out his daughters, Gyan (Thusitha Jayasundera) and Malicka (Shelley Conn). The two women attempt to derail their brother’s leadership bid when Angad decides ultimately not to share the inheritance equally.
Akhtar, Thusitha Jayasundera and Shelley Conn in The Estate
Asked by his wife Sangeeta (Dinita Gohill), “What would your dad say?”, Angad’s justification for reneging on his initial promise to share the money equally with his sisters is, “Dad would say, if I didn’t put it in writing then it didn’t happen.”
The Estate is directed by Daniel Raggett, with music by Ranjit Singh, Sewa Singh and Surinder Singh, especially in the evocative gurdwara funeral scenes.
On balance, I think I preferred the political aspects of Angad’s attempts to climb the greasy poll. He blackmails Ralph into dropping his support for the rival candidate, Edward Dobson, by reminding the chief whip of his disgusting practices with biscuits at school.
A well-known Asian woman playwright came out and summed up the character of Angad: “What a s**t!”
On the evidence of The Estate, Sahota, who read history and modern languages at Oxford followed by medicine at Cambridge and is now a “writer and doctor from Southall”, shows talent for writing political comedy.
Nye and The Estate are at the National Theatre until August 16 and August 23, respectively.
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10 iconic Ozzy Osbourne songs that prove legends never really die
Ozzy Osbourne didn’t come into music to chase fame or play safe. He arrived like a storm, scraping his voice against the sky, dragging darkness and vulnerability into sound, and setting fire to what rock thought it was. He was messy, wild, broken, brilliant, and in that chaos, he changed everything.
With Ozzy, it wasn’t just the bat bite or the reality show or the outrageous headlines. It was the sound, the howl in your chest when War Pigs starts. The goosebumps from the first haunted notes of Mr. Crowley. The punch of recognition when Crazy Train hits the chorus. His songs crawled into your head, grabbed your guts, and shook you. It was the sound of being lost, pissed off, scared, high, in love, and staring into the damn void, sometimes all at once. He gave misfits an anthem, outcasts a home, and music a pulse that refused to die.
This isn’t just a list of songs. It’s a map of what made Ozzy Ozzy. Here are 10 recordings that turned a Birmingham dropout into a goddamn legend.
1.Black Sabbath (1970)
The day metal was born.
That first unholy riff. Church bells. Thunder. And Ozzy’s voice, terrified and terrifying. “What is this that stands before me?” he asked, and no one had heard anything like it before. This was heavy metal being born, screaming into the Birmingham gloom. And it marked the start of something new and unstoppable.
Forget subtlety. Ozzy spat venom at the suits sending kids to die: "Politicians hide themselves away! They only started the war!". It was a scream against war, greed, and lies. Every time this plays at a protest or blares through headphones, it reminds us that metal could tear down empires.
Kids who never listened to Sabbath still know that riff. The story of a time-travelling metal outcast? Bizarre. Genius. Ozzy narrated it like a tragic ghost story. But underneath it all is Ozzy, telling the story of someone broken by time and turned into steel. It crawled out of the metal dungeon and infected everything. Pop culture never stood a chance. Sad, scary, unforgettable.
He got kicked out of Sabbath. He could’ve disappeared. Instead, he teamed up with Randy Rhoads and came back louder, faster, and fully unhinged. Ozzy’s "All Aboard!" wasn't an invitation; it was a threat. "I'm going off the rails!" Cold War dread met a chorus that punched you in the chest. His solo roar back. The sound of a madman finding his power.
That creepy organ. Ozzy whispering about dead talk and dark arts. Then Randy Rhoads… oh, man, RANDY. That first solo was pure mournful beauty. Then the second one? Like demons shredding through the ceiling. Pure dark magic. He’s not mocking the dark; in fact, he’s inviting it in for tea.
This is Ozzy at his most raw. A drug song that doesn’t glamorise anything. It’s bleak, slow, and numb. When he says, “I feel the snowflakes freezing me,” it’s not poetry; it’s what addiction felt like. Ozzy admitted the drug didn’t set him free; it froze him. That honesty hit hard then and still does now. You’re not dancing to this; you’re sinking with it.
He was the Prince of Darkness, sure. But this ballad, co-written with Lemmy, stripped away the theatrics. Ozzy got personal. A soft acoustic start leads into a powerful, aching ballad about love, loss, and coming back. When Ozzy sang it in Birmingham weeks before he died, seated and fragile, there wasn’t a dry eye in the crowd. Hits harder now, doesn't it?
Before Slayer or Metallica, there was this. Raw speed, wild drumming, and Ozzy pushing every boundary. He wasn’t trying to invent a genre. He just did. Ozzy’s voice is chaos controlled, shouting about cosmic love while the band races like it’s chasing the end of the world.
The original version was about divorce. The re-recorded one, done with his daughter, was about something bigger. Time. Ageing. Loss. This wasn’t just a duet; it was a father and daughter grappling with growing up and letting go. The original was sad. The re-recording was devastating. And it gave Ozzy his only UK #1. Ozzy’s voice cracks, Kelly tries to hold it together, and the result is oddly pure. It’s not perfect. And maybe that’s why it works.
10.Take What You Want (Post Malone feat. Ozzy, 2019)
The voice that wouldn’t quit.
At 70, Ozzy landed on the rap charts. Ozzy jumped on a trap-metal track and made it his own. He sounded ghostly, powerful, and weirdly perfect: "I’m the nightmare you won’t forget!". Teenagers who’d never heard Paranoid suddenly wanted more Ozzy. That says everything.
Ozzy didn’t leave this world quietly. He left it the way he lived: loud, raw, and unforgettable. His music was the sound of someone staring into darkness, chaos, and the terrifying beauty of life and screaming back with everything he had.
When Ozzy sang Mama, I’m Coming Home one last time in Birmingham, he wasn’t just saying goodbye to a crowd; he was saying goodbye to his own story.
Ozzy Osbourne, the godfather of heavy metal, redefined rock with his haunting vocals, wild persona, and anthems that shaped generations.Getty Images
The thing is, he didn’t play by this world’s rules. But for 50 years, he gave us everything he had.
BASHABI FRASER tells me she flew from her home in Edinburgh, where she has long been an academic working on the poet Rabindranath Tagore, to Kolkata to be with her “critically ill” father Bimalendu Bhattacharya (whom I have met on one of his annual trips to be with his daughter in Scotland).
But Bashabi returned home for a few days for the unveiling of a Tagore bust in Edinburgh, which has long been one of her ambitions. Following the unveiling of the bust in the garden of Sandeman House near Edinburgh’s historic Royal Mile, Bashabi went back to Kolkata to be with her 96-year-old father.
Bashabi Fraser with the new Tagore bust in Edinburgh
Tagore’s bust has been placed facing that of his longtime friend, Sir Patrick Geddes, a Scottish biologist turned innovative town planner.
Edinburgh University has published a book on the correspondence between Tagore and Geddes, who held the chair of sociology at the University of Bombay from 1919 to 1924. Bashabi, who is professor emerita of English and Creative Writing at Edinburgh Napier University, compiled and edited the correspondence.
The Tagore bust, sculpted by Ram V Sutar, was gifted by the Indian Council for Cultural Relations to the Scottish Centre of Tagore Studies, where Bashabi is director. It was unveiled by Indian high commissioner Vikram Doraiswami and Lord Provost of Glasgow Robert Aldridge.