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Parents:
Santona & Headmaster Nihar Kumar Sen
Siblings: Subhas, Prabhas, Bibhas, Chitra
Spouse: Shibani (Mithu) Sen nee Das Gupta Married1960. Bereaved 1981.
Daughter: Sarbari (Tinni)
Grandson: Sam Vishnu
Schooling:
Shantiniketan ( primary, middle, junior high)
JB Institution (matriculation)
College:
Presidency College , BA (Hons ) in Economics
Professional Memberships:
Fellow, Institute of Company Secretaries Of India
Company Secretaryship & Corporate Affairs Trajectory:
Braithwaite & Co
Warner Hindustan
Indal
Board Memberships:
Power Max India
Jenson & Nicholson Finance
Inspectorate Griffith
Link Telecom
Madhya Bharat Papers
Duroply Industries
Titagarh Wagons
ESG Environmental Services
Indal Exports
Sarbari (Daughter), Sam Vishnu (Grandson)
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Tollywood's loss was the corporate World's gain - with looks and a flair for carrying himself uniquely his own, Mr Abhas sen had a heroic presence. Call it coincidence, there was no dearth of drama in his real life Peaking to dizzying heights; plummeting to bottom-less pits, this man had seen it all. Abhas Sen-my brother-in-law, Comrade-in-arms, occasional co-conspirator, at times akin to an aggresive sibling putting me in my place, early role-model, owner of shoulders I have most frequently leaned on... I can go on and on and on... I have problems reminiscencing Abhas-da . Memory overload- what to include, what to leave out. I hadn't even graduated when I came to know him and only 4 years separated our birthdates ; so you see , he and I, we grew up together, and my almost pathological proximity to his wife, duly reciprocated , added to the syndrome. Writing about him, I run the risk of boring you with my own story too; and I am not a natural grabber of autobiographies. Also, when you are very very very close to something or someone, your vision is blurred; and this phenomenon is not merely physical, distortion creeps into your mind's eyes too. So, borrowing from the content of a T.V. advertisement, I conclude... PER LADKA ACHCHHAA THAA... JISE FAMILY AUR BAKI SABKO PASAND. * * * * * * * * * * PER LADKA ACHCHHA THAA What more is needed on one's Epitaph?
Abhas da was my first boss when I embarked in my professional career.He was thereafter my mentor. A true friend, philosopher & guide. Post his pre-mature retirement, he was in touch with his Indal chelas and we enjoyed our periodic get togethers we had at his place spending some quality time together reminiscing our good old Indal days! Till recent times though the pandemic kept us from visiting him, we were in touch frequently in whatsapp.. I share the grief of his loss with Tinni and pray to God to give her the courage to face the trying time.My heartfelt pronaam to Abhas da.
Throughout my life and my career, I have got guidance and support from various people. Foremost among them was Abhas Sen, Company Secretary of Indal. I got my job because of him. An old school professional, he was extremely cautious about language, laws and drafting - which came to him naturally. He knew his subject and was one of the doyens of the Institute at that time. He was from Shantiniketan, where he was well known for his literary, singing and other abilities. He graduated from Presidency and I have heard that he was a part of an august group of well known economists and intellectuals. He was an extremely knowledgable person, a perfectionist with a flowery handwriting and booming voice, who inspired me with his kind and encouraginging words and rewards. Yet he was liberal, open and indulged juiniors like me to try and fail. I was fortunate to start my career with him. I am grateful for his support and help which I needed a lot at that time and for the confidence which he reposed in me. He was an avid golfer and a great cook. I had spent a number of evening at his house over good food and drinks with other colleagues. He was ailing for a long time but remained fiercely independent till the last day. I pay my respect to my teacher. Pronam 🙏
When my aunt (my father's sister) Shibani Dasgupta married Abhas Sen, I was overseas; I first met him on my return home, the following year, in 1961. As an eager eight-year-old trying to catch up on the social learning I had missed, I addressed him at once as “pishe-moshai”, the standard appellation for that relationship. He gently shook his head: “Call me kaku”, he said. It became Kaku with a capital K for me, in a period of our history that was still tied to the old hierarchies, when the population had not even begun to embrace the advanced idea that “kaku” can be a generic uncle-equivalent, irrespective of age differences measured from the standpoint of one's father or mother. Kaku was ahead of his time. In the early 1980s, a young colleague at his office told him she was unsure how to deal with a problem she had been facing. “This senior male colleague X___”, she confided, “has been speaking inappropriately to me, Sir.” Kaku asked for an example. “He has been calling me Mona,” she volunteered. Kaku was baffled. “Is Mona one of your names?” he asked (it was indeed a possible female nickname in those circles). She saw that he wasn't getting the point. “No, Sir, he has been saying 'Shona, Mona,' you know, terms of endearment.” As understanding dawned on Kaku, he also saw that he had perpetrated a comical comprehension failure, one that pushed the hapless junior colleague into offering him such a gloss to what should have been obvious. To his dismay, he realized he was about to grin, and was obliged to carry out the tricky manoeuvre of suppressing that grin and chiding himself for this inappropriate response on his part. He extricated himself from the situation by making his demeanour as pensive as he could manage, and assuring the junior colleague that he would address her difficulty very soon. And he did. (I have to end this here; for the full text, see https://wp.me/p2Aw52-2L.) I miss Kaku. RIP.
SARBARI (TINNI)
(DAUGHTER OF Mr. ABHAS SEN)
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Amit Ghosh (Follower)
I have known Mr Abhas Sen since early 1993, soon after my return from the US. I met him along with others for a meeting to form a new company in the domain of Testing, Inspection & Certification. That was the start and Mr Sen has been a great support and cheerleader for me, personally ever since. I have benefited greatly from his wisdom in the corporate world, and he had been a great friend, philosopher and guide. His ill-health in the later years could not diminish his indomitable spirit. He will be fondly remembered by all of us who had the privilege to have known him closely over the years ! Our heartfelt condolences to Sarbari (Tinni) and Shyam Vishnu for this great loss!