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Hrishikesh Mukherjee : A Tribute

Tuesday, 29. August 2006 21:36

A few days back  I was watching Chupke Chupke after a gruelling drive from Aligarh. It was a perfect antidote; the simple and charming film simply washed away all tiredness.    

Antics of Pyare Mohan, the ‘ghaas-phoos’ wale daaktar in disguise as a chaste Hindi speaking driver in his wife’s ‘Jijja-ji’s’ house, dissipitated away any signs of a bumpy journey. And, this must be the countless time I must have been watching the film. Yet, it seemed so fresh, and I awaited each trick that Pyare Mohan unfolded to irritate his bro-in-law! That is the power of great art – approach it once, or many times, each visit should feel new and fresh.

Now, it’s impossible to envisage that the man behind such a brilliant comedy is no more.

Hrishikesh Mukherjee created an enviable niche for his himself. Simplicity was the key word. Strong storylines another. His comedies are best loved and they cant be surpassed ever! That’s more so because he took everyday situations and created a laugh riot of gargatuan proportions. On the face of it there was nothing spectacular scenario, yet they were monumental. Think of Golmaal, Khoobsoorat and Chupke Chupke  – all of them bring instantaneous smiles. Dont they? One can sit thru them even knowing each dialogue by heart. That was the power of his direction. I mean, in spite of knowing each movement of each actor, there is still the urge to view it once more, only to get the pleasure of what the characters are doing on-screen. And Dharamendra, Rekha, Amitabh Bachhan, Sharmila Tagore, Amol Palekar, Bindiya Goswami all of them got an unique film to add to their resumes!

One lesser known but nevertheless outstanding comedy is ‘Kisi Se Na kahna’ – aah! as a kid how much i revelled when i first saw the antics of a ‘city-bred’ Deepti Naval trying to pose of as a ‘village bahu’ for the sake of – who else?-  Utpal Dutt. A TV channel showed excerpts of the film; I wish some channel would dig it out and telecast it. In fact, Utpal Dutt and Hrishida were a formidable pair. And add to this David, the entire experience was like watching neighborhood friendly uncles.

And yet, his emotional dramas have their own power. Anari, Anand, Mili, Satyakam, Bemisaal,  Guddi and Bawarchi have their own appeal that goes beyond what we know of Bollywoood in normal terms. His characters were so real that they seemed just living down the road, instead of imaginations on silver screen. I have added Bawarchi in his list of ‘emotional films’ because the comedy wrapper that Hrishida packed it in beguiled the deep emotional undercurrent of the film, and its message. Only he (and perhaps, Gulzar) could have pulled across the then reigning superstar Rajesh Khanna to pass off as a convincing cook, and play ‘brother’ to another leading lady of her time. Just the way he metamorphosised Dharmendra’s career. In Chupke Chupke, Dharam overshadowed the proceedings (and I can confidently make the sacrililegious statement that he was even better than Amitabh!). But his real mettle can be seen in the understated role in Satyakam. I still remember how disturbed I was (as a youngster) when I first saw it.  The rape scene is not shown, yet the impact is splashed all over like the smudged vermillion on Sharmila’s forehead. And Latadi’s ‘Do din ki hai zindagi’ punches the solar plexus!

Truly a pioneer in the ‘middle-of-road’ cinema that combined the grandeur of ‘impossible situations’ with ‘believable people’, Hrishida will forever remain in the hearts of every true Hindi cinema afficiondo.  His characters were so believable that often one can feel an impish Mili running up and down the stairs in any middle class apartment building! In Mili he gave what is perhaps unique to Hindi films – a completely open ending. One can think of any denouement as per one’s mood and outlook!  Yet, the story is so complete that even one more shot would have been extraneous!

I am not sure what the exact box office fate was of his releases. But today a lion’s share of them are retro-hits. Yet, even within that there are some that haven’t found the requisite attention.

In fact, his lesser known films are equally stunning in their execution. One such is Bemisaal ; it is one of my all time favorites – both cinematically and musically. The friendship between Vinod Mehra and Amitabh Bachchan is so filmi-cliche- free that it’s like a soothing halcyon playing. The end always gives a rock-solid lump in my throat. And what beautiful songs – ‘Kisi baat pe main kisi se khaffaa hoon’ ranks very high in my list! In the same song he extracted one of the finest performances from another favorite, Amitabh Bachchan: the look of veiled disdain towards the vamp Sheetal as he sways ever so slightly singing the taunting song, while Raakhee is perplexed and thinks it to be thrown towards her, this is a scene of absolutely bemisaal direction!  With the same leading trio (Raakhee, Amitabh and Vinod Mehra) he made an impactful statement of guilt and sorrow in Jurmana.

Musically, he was very strong. If he could get even the otherwise awfully dull Anand Milind to compose a shimmering ‘Chaand kahuun’ (Udit) for his last film Jhooth Bole Kauwa Kaate, it was but obvious that the ‘creamy layer’ of music studios – SJ, SDB,RDB, Salil-da and MM – would reserve nothing but the best for him. And what an array of songs – from the perky ‘Samajhne waale samajh gaye hain’ to the philosophical ‘Kahiin door jab din dhal jaaaye’ to the sombre ‘Sab kuchh seekha humne’ to the classical ‘More naina bahaye neer‘ to the chirpy ‘Ab ke sajan saawan mein’ to the romantic ‘Loote koi mann ka nagar’ to the tough ‘Laagi nahi chhute’ (Where Dilip Kumar fought a losing vocal war with the ever-impeccable Latadi) to the musing ‘Badi sooni sooni hai’ to the pious ‘Bole re papihara’ to the heart-warming ‘Tera mera pyaar amar phir kyun mujhko laga hai darr’ to the amusing ‘Yeh kashmir hai’ to the dreamy ‘Ek baat kahuun gar maano tum’ to the pain lashed ‘Kuchh dil ne kaha kuchh bhi nahi’ to the musically splendid ‘Lo aayi milan ki raat suhaani aaj‘ – it’s a matchless hit-parade that leaves you jaw-dropped!

Hrishida worked with two of my most fav composers – Madan Mohan (Bawarchi) and Shankar Jaikishan (Anari, Asli Naqli, Ashiq, Gaban). But his overall film repertoire is filled with such musical giants as SD Burman, Salil Chaudhary, Pt. Ravishankar, RDBurman and Jaidev. Can anyone match this wide a variety of composers? I doubt it!

Whereever Hrishida is now, God Bless His Soul – Hrishida – for me, you will remain the most favorite director forever. Thank you for making me smile, for taking away my blues, for giving me that warm sadness, that friendly feeling… you were the best!!!!

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Bah and Bateshwar

Thursday, 24. August 2006 18:54

Don’t be shocked if you haven’t heard of these names. Neither had I. That is, till a few days back. And then suddenly I was driving through these faceless, unknown towns of Western Uttar Pradesh – where the wild ravines of Yamuna nearly embrace the dreaded ones of Chambal.

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Agra

Sunday, 20. August 2006 18:52

Mai hoon ik khanabdosh
Saara jag mera watan

For those who wonder the reason of my prolonged absence, the above quote and the post’s title will give away the reason. Yes, I am now in Agra – once again away from home, and in yet another historical town.

Things happened quite suddenly. At least, the shifting part. Even though, I can’t claim I have fully done so because I am still living in the company’s guest house and have only brought one travel bag. I plan to go back to Delhi sometime next week, once I have the possession of the flat, which I have selected.

The flat is an awesome one, providing a beautiful top-angle, wide-panaromic view of the Taj Mahal.

But first things first – how did I end up here? Frankly, even I wasn’t too aware that the interview I had given was for Agra’s position. When the HR lady called up to give package details, and other stuff, she casually mentioned that the place of posting is here. For several seconds, I was in a dumb stupor. And the lady had to repeat thrice to confirm that she had understood my shocked grunts as an affirmation to the offer.

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Omkara- Review by Priyangini Mehta

Thursday, 3. August 2006 8:00

[ For her own personal reasons, Priyangini stopped writing some time back. The regulars on her blog will recall (with a twinge of nostalgia) her superb writings especially the sweet-n-sour suitor sagas and the mesmerising musical posts.

But I guess you can't keep a good writer away from penning his or her thoughts. So, Priyangini has also once again picked up the pen. And it is the privilege of Random Expressions to have her here as a guest writer, to write on the most talked about movie this season, Omkara

Over to you, Priyangini]

OTHELLO-BHARTIYA STYLE, By Priyangini Mehta

Then must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well,
Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought,
Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes,
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinable gum. Set you down this,
And say besides that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk
Beat a Venetian and traduced the state,
I took by th’ throat the circumcised dog
And smote him thus. (V.ii.352–365)

These are the final words of Othello just before he stabs himself to death in remorse for his weakness. My mom, an English Literature student told me once that when the recitation of Othello ended in her class, there was a pin-drop silence for almost one full minute.

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Irritations!

Tuesday, 1. August 2006 20:36

Trust the administration to do some good act in totally half-baked pathetic manner. Recently, at Janpath, Delhi Police has started issuing warnings over a loud speaker – they include, amongst others: not to touch unclaimed objects, not to speak to strangers or accept gifts/foodstuff from them, not to hire domestic/shop helps without proper verification etc. All fine. All sane stuff. But, they repeat it ad naseum… in Hindi! Now, anyone knows that Janpath is forever infested with foreigners from all across the globe; the least they could do is to repeat the same in English! Plus, I fail to understand why they have chosen only Janpath – which is just a sliver of Connaught Place (the central Delhi swanky market cum office place)? Or, have I missed listening to it on the other blocks? It wasnt there at Palika Bazar today for sure!

Frankly, it must be pretty irritating for those who work there. To hear the same thing over and over again can be highly grating on the nerves. Plus, those ‘bhonpu‘ shaped speakers aren’t exactly Bose in their sound output – so the screechy voice followed by a shrill chime is as musical as a cat clawing over a blackboard! I stood there having my lunch for approx. ten minutes, and couldn’t take it any further.

Noise pollution continued to hound me today.

I don’t think it was very far in the past when we all survived without mobile phones. So the overdependence on this device pretty much leaves me stone-faced. Agreed it has an absolutely wonderful usage during emergencies. But seriously, to giggle into the mobile phone in the temple is stretching the definition of ‘emergencies’ a bit too far! Every Tuesday, at our neighborhood temple, without fail I witness several pretty young things (yeah, it’s the girls more always!) dodging into a corner, with their hands cupped and faces buried away into sleek handsets. The worst sight could be to see someone chatting on the phone while pouring ‘jal‘ over Shivling!

Actually, I wouldn’t really mind that. Since they do not per se disturb others – that is, if they keep their voice volumes low! It’s the ring tones that I have major problem with. The concept of ring tones and hello tones is awful… esp the latter. I mean, what fun do people get in inflicting torture on the poor hapless soul who has called them by showering an utterly raucous voice called Shamur – cant decide whether this thing is male or female- rasping away inane lyrics like ‘Mera Ranjha Badi Der’ (that’s all that I could comprehend in this hideous song)?

Anyways, that is when you call someone.

But what to say of a situation when you are sitting to read your Shiv Chalisa in the temple…and out wails Himesh Reshamiiya from a friendly neighborhood mobile phone?

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