Pics of Irrfan Khan from his NSD days and with sons Babil, Ayaan is how we always want to remember him

Babil has shared rare black and white pictures of Irrfan Khan from his NSD days while Ayaan took a trip down the memory lane to share glimpses of some golden moments shared with his father.

Images Courtesy (L-R): Instagram/@babil.i.k, arkane_7

New Delhi: Late actor Irrfan Khan’s sons Babil and Ayaan's Instagram posts remembering their father will make you emotional again. While Babil has shared rare black and white pictures of Irrfan from his National School Of Drama (NSD) days, Ayaan took a trip down the memory lane to share glimpses of some golden moments shared with him.

In Babil’s tribute to Irrfan, the actor is seen wearing a large round-rimmed glasses in one of the pictures while the other are postcards of him performing on the stage. “NSD,” Babil simply captioned the post.

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NSD.

A post shared by Babil Khan (@babil.i.k) on May 2, 2020 at 8:01am PDT

Ayan first shared an old photo of himself as a child enjoying a bike ride with Irrfan and the second picture is of the father-son duo taking a stroll on the street. “The flesh we roam this earth in is a blessing, not a promise,” he wrote.

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The flesh we roam this earth in is a blessing, not a promise.

A post shared by ayAAn khan (@arkane_7) on May 1, 2020 at 9:36am PDT

Meanwhile, here is another video of Irrfan relishing panipuri and this is how we always want to remember him. It was shared by Babil.

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When you’re on diet for so long and then the shoot ends and you can have pani puri.

A post shared by Babil Khan (@babil.i.k) on May 1, 2020 at 6:42am PDT

Irrfan Khan died on April 29 in Mumbai due to a colon infection. He battled neuroendocrine tumour, a rare form of cancer, for over two years. He was 53.

A day after Irrfan’s death, his wife Sutapa Sikdar released a statement which had her sons Babil and Ayaan's share of learnings from their father.

Here’s the full statement: 

How can I write this as a family statement when the whole world is taking it as a personal loss? How can I begin to feel alone when millions are grieving with us at the moment? I want to assure everyone that this is not a loss, it is a gain. It’s a gain of the things he taught us, and now we shall finally begin to truly implement it and evolve. Yet I want to try to fill in the things that people don’t already know.

It’s unbelievable for us but I would put it in Irrfan’s words, “it’s magical” whether he is there or not there, and that’s what he loved, he never loved one dimensional reality. The only thing I have a grudge against him is; he has spoiled me for life. His strive for perfection doesn’t let me settle for ordinary in any thing. There was a rhythm which he always saw in everything, even in cacophony and chaos, so I have learnt to sing and dance to the music of that rhythm, even with my tone-deaf voice and two left feet. Funnily, our life was a masterclass in acting, so when the dramatic entry of the “uninvited guests” happened, I had by then learnt, to see a harmony in the  cacophony. The doctor’s reports were like scripts which I wanted to perfect, so I never miss any detail that he sought for in his performance.

We met some amazing people in this journey and the list is endless, but there are some whom I have to mention, our oncologist Dr. Nitesh Rohtogi (Max hospital Saket) who held our hand in the beginning, Dr. Dan Krell (UK), Dr. Shidravi (UK), my heartbeat and my lantern in the dark Dr. Sevanti Limaye (Kokilaben hospital). It’s difficult to explain what a wondrous, beautiful, overwhelming, painful and exciting this journey has been. I find this 2 and 1/2 years to have been an interlude, which had it’s own beginning, middle and culmination with Irrfan helming the role of the orchestra conductor, separate from the 35 years of our companionship, ours was not a marriage, it was a union. I see my little family, in a boat, with both my sons Babil and Ayaan, paddling it forward, with Irrfan guiding them “wahan nahi, yahan se modo” but since life is not cinema and there are no retakes, I sincerely wish my children sail this boat safely with their father’s guidance in mind and rockabye through the storm. I asked my children, if possible, they could sum up a lesson taught by their father that has been important to them;

Babil: ’Learn to surrender to the dance of uncertainty and trust your faith in the universe”

Ayaan: “Learn to control your mind and to not let it control you.”

Tears will flow as we will plant a raat ki rani tree, his favourite, to the place where you have put him to rest after a victorious journey. It takes time but it will bloom and the fragrance will spread and touch all the souls whom I won’t call them fans but family for years to come.