It was a movie released in 1982 starring Sanjeev Kumar, Deven Verma in double roles along with Maushami Chatterjee and Deepti Naval. It is based on Shakespeare’s comedy of errors. Its unique in a way because this is the only movie where Gulzar had attempted something in the comedy genre. Where all other movies are serious and explore complex human emotions, Angoor is light, funny and is full of situational humor. While other films are already well known and critically acclaimed, Angoor is not that popular. And in spite of being a brilliant film, I am not sure why it was not a hit. Utpal Dutt and Shammi have two twin sons who are named as Ashok. And they also adopt another set of twin boys and name them Bahadur. In a ship accident, the family gets separated where one Ashok and one Bahadur stay together each. Years later they come together coincidently in a city and from there starts a hilarious tale of confusion, misunderstandings and errors which finally ends in a happy reunion.
Khushboo is story of Kusum (Hema Malini) and Brindavan (Jeetendra) who are engaged at a very young age. However, due to some family feuds the engagement is broken off. Brindavan grows up to be a doctor and one day coincidently meets Kusum and comes to know that she is still unmarried. However, Brindavan now is a father to a child named Charan. He had to marry Lakhi (Sharmila Tagore) in some difficult circumstances and who now is no more. From here, Khushboo is a journey of Brindavan and Kusum and their eventual union. It is about Kusum - a strong willed woman who doesn’t want to be taken back out of mercy. She wants back her rightful place in Brindavan’s home but with respect. It is about Brindavan, who is torn between his feelings for Kusum, for his mother and also his duty as a doctor. And within all this, it is also about Brindavan’s and Kusum’s mutual bonding and respect
Ijaazat, at the time of its release was considered “Art-House”. But I find it extremely mainstream and relevant. In fact, it is so natural and real, that it doesn’t feel like a movie at all. Mahendra is Mahendra not Naseeruddin Shah. Sudha is Sudha - nothing like the Diva she was. And considering the extremely dramatic, over the top and gross movies released in the 1980s, Ijaazat was a breath of fresh air. Gulzar saab has very stringently maintained the somber and sublime mood of the movie throughout. And there is beautiful maturity between his characters that never goes away. The movie is slow, but not boring. There is a “Thehraav” yet it makes you constantly curious. Be it other movies Aandhi or Parichay or Khushboo – this maturity, this “Thehraav” is always there. It lingers and stays. And months after you have watched the movie, you still remember it and feel good.
Book lovers all over do create a bond with their books. The books become a part of them, their lives, their being. And only true book lovers can feel the ache of not being able to enjoy their treasures. I look at the book case in my living room every day and sigh at the number of books still untouched, waiting to be read. And sometimes I do feel like they stare back at me accusingly. I randomly remember the titles which I had decided to read long ago but couldn’t finish just because I had more important things to do. And so I agree – my books get restless. It is all true really. And yet its surreal.
Gulzar – or Sampooran Singh Kalra was born in Dina in Jhelum district in British India now in Pakistan. His family migrated to Delhi during partition when he was just 13 years old. And like countless others, he too experienced the agony and grief of abruptly getting uprooted from his origins. His life in his young age was not a happy one at all – when he had to stop his studies, when he had to work in a garage and support his family. His father was against his becoming a writer and he had to go through phases of conflicts, silences and struggles to come into his own. Guess he overcame some of his earlier sorrows. However, the pain of separation from his birthplace – the place where he spent his childhood kept on lurking through his poems often. He has written extensively about the partition – about the hatred, the deaths, the loss, the emotional turmoil and the vanity of it all. In one of his interviews he had also said that he would not like to visit Dina because he “loves the images of his hometown and doesn’t want those images to be changed by the current reality”.
Picking up a bunch of best Gulzar poems is like finding a needle in the sea. If one has to select only a bunch of flowers from the vast gardens of Amsterdam, isn’t it injustice with the remaining treasure full of equal beauty and purity. And talking about Gulzar, it is definitely bigger and deeper than one can ever imagine. From such a massive treasure of nazms, ghazals and trivenis, its extremely difficult to pick up some. Firstly, one should have read at least 75 percent of his poems if not all. Secondly, one should have understood them. And thirdly, one also should possess a good command over the language. Sadly, I do not fit any of the criteria. And yet, I am being arrogant enough to handpick his best collections. In my defense, I will say here I am posting some of my personal favorites. There is no logical reasoning behind selecting these poems. These are just my favorites.
In an interview with Loksatta, Gulzar saab had once mentioned – a writer is more a writer by practice than by the skill. Gulzar is turning a whopping 84 years this 18th August. Of course he looks the same – no difference to his pure white aura. But every year, year after year, he continues to churn out the most beautiful and poignant lyrics of our times. How can a single man bring out such a treasure of emotions and thoughts is beyond my ability to comprehend? He is contemporary and classic at the same time and yet he exudes a wholesome honesty and innocence. It’s sometimes surreal and unbelievable.
Now that the monsoons are in full swing, I have made some peculiar observations about rains and the effect they have on our blessed Indian lives. Also, these are predominantly related to Pune due to the obvious fact that I am fortunate to be living here. A heartfelt apology IN ADVANCE to those who would... Continue Reading →
My entire body started to tremble the moment I opened the drawer. In a few moments, my eyebrows had drops of perspiration over them. My mind and tongue were numb and I did not know how to take in what I saw. The drawer I had opened was the lowest of chest of drawers we... Continue Reading →