Jalsa, Mumbai Sept 22, 2014 Mon 11:12 pm
It is the course of nature ..
When you have nothing, there is nothing to do … when you have something to do, there is so much that it almost seems like nothing .. work and its business keeps you strapped up in that mode of labour, and so long as there is commitment for the work taken, there is much to do .. and one does it despite .. but somehow, lie back with the intent of wanting to do nothing and the body corresponds with the idea … almost in conjunction !
It is stupefying how this happens, but I believe there is a formula that is taken over by the body at large. It is the audience, the people, the masses that surround one, those that throw affection and love and admiration towards you .. that does it ..
You may be in the middle of a yawn, but you stifle it for the work at hand and continue … that is how involved we get, and once got we tend to remain that way ..
We should really … don’t you think ?
Idle thoughts are at times either too idle or too vivid to be taken up in thought … these disturb us immensely, these thoughts take over with a brush if idleness were to be talked to or even questioned behind closed doors ..
Idle … are we really idle … or do we have another meaning for the word ?
As you rest with the eyes shut, some thoughts wander in almost uninvited and begin to entertain you in times of their pleasantness. At times those very thoughts run another direction and think of drastic conditions, personal general … and we are all suddenly sunk into this vortex that has been in all honesty, beyond any thought !!
I saw a film of Mehmood bhai once, that perhaps indicated what happens when a character thinks of matters and they start unfolding truly and in all correctness, in front of your eyes … it is a drastic thought but one that does not find explanation any where in either the books or the people at large ..
So why do we wish to attend to it ..?
Well at times it brings in great reward, when you discover that what had been thought off, does indeed find favour with your dreams ..
I have the weirdest dreams each night. I fight demons, I have unfulfilled desires, slapped all over them. I always interpret these drastic dreams to be a tired mind, a mind that perhaps suffers from either Dementia or Alzheimers .. they will happen if I live long enough, and it is important that I knowledge myself with all that matter. Its the purity of the subject and the harshness of rejection ..
So out of these walls that do nothing but teach and teach us good, we are delighted to learn that there is immense reaction, somewhat violently to what is in store for us …
I have always felt that the pillow or the softy that is clutched under the legs and has finite and definite postures, is one that shall be run and operated by my cousins. Really what does this indicate ! That you love your clutched blanket of an expensive piece always …. and that it shall never fail you .. !!!
My missives are mundane to many … to some they give away some kind of information that I may be surreptitiously frequenting, merely to be in the fun with the others, but in fact they were there to nab certain repeated defaulters who now now may seek deportation .. !!
It is too complicated a work to have meaning to it, so best then to leave it free to ponder to think to contemplate in the wilds of Kolkata ..
My love always ..
Jalsa, Mumbai Sept 21, 2014 Sun 11:08 pm
Pink ear plugs in the ear .. in both .. the ones the little one thinks are toys to be played .. dark curtains, cuddly pillows, thoughts of a long night and rest for the coming Sunday .. the works to be undertaken .. interviews to be written and sent … birthdays to be remembered .. those sms’s that need replies .. dear and near ones travelling and their safety .. those little sounds of the night that alert you .. luminous red of the digital clock by the feet, to know at a glance how much time left for the day or the period of rest ..
Up twice thrice .. reassured that it is a day of rest .. deliberate sleep .. does not work .. there is mindless hours of rest in arrears .. their need to catch up is advised and prompted by family and the medicine man .. ahhh .. age deprives rest, it reduces the capacity for the mind to rest .. it goes off at short intervals during the day .. when its time to perform, it pushes your lids to shut and waver, driving it to a dozed slumber .. but up is up ..
Back to the chair of some favour, permanent and known to all and the morning press, even though most of it has been read by the midnight on the net .. interesting to read some of the editorials and opinions and informative mythological, medical, philosophical columns .. cutting and pasting them for the social platforms by name and reaping the harvest of their immediate attention .. posting them on to other individuals to utilise in the work place tomorrow …
A serial resumed .. cat and mouse, secret services of international conspirators, family and issues of relationship - some rather adult in nature .. pausing to listen to the high falutin’ chatter of the A , as she stumbles around in the environs of the ‘dada ji’ .. soft beds, soft materials, cosy covers and her constant banter … adorable ..!
A limited, South Indian recipe - a constant each Sunday, for lunch by the set .. still hovering about in the dress of the night .. doing nothing, thinking nothing, watching nothing for the moment.. oh .. ! but that Filmfare interview and exhaustive responses to some well known queries .. another coming up from that friend in Bihar Patna by the Jha of Subhash ..
Back to intrigue and performance and strangled almost into the subjects and events that unfold … and then the intercom and the screams from the gate .. time for the crowd of well wishers .. hair set, clothes right, outlook presentable .. yes .. lets step down and then out .. cheers and exclaims from those that wait for time and distance ..wave upon wave of their love .. some getting driven against the crush .. the worry for their well being and then shut the gates .. a few Ef up in front .. Sidhharth, and some from the FanClub in Kolkata, where I shall be spending some time in November for ‘Piku’ … a moment of grace and emotion to see those smiling faces .. and then .. over ..
On the ‘seat’ again .. and an attempt to conduct some reactions to the Twitters and the FaceBooks of the world .. a Chelsea game of importance with ManCity .. an almost victory and a draw despite their reduction to 10 .. irony of the outcome .. the equaliser scored by an ex Chelsea, Lampard, who come on in the last minutes of the finishing ..
There is cricket too .. Lahore Lions and KKR .. have not known the outcome yet .. the pictures of the evening have come in and they must get prime attention .. as will this rather absurd writeup .. flowing out without any inkling of its content …
Oh dear … the personal office region and floor is now cramped with those loving gifts from the audience from KBC … such gratefulness of their love and affection .. such pains they take to make hand made memorabilia ..
Docs over in two’s .. that irritating cough must get attended to .. another opinion and another list of medication .. but they say its nothing to be done for treatment .. not of any worry or concern .. just allow it to go away on its own .. it will .. okaaay ..!! I shall obey and live with that …
Pictures done .. Blog in progress .. Fb done, Twits done .. some personal responding remains … have not done that for a while .. should do .. Ef and EfFmXt gets disturbed and annoyed ..
Coming up to midnight .. its rest time else the morning shall remain foggy and sleep induced .. instructions given for the morning gym .. staff informed for the KBC 2 eps instructed …
Time to close … search for that Hindi autograph sign off … and ‘shubhratri’
Oh oh oh … Balki messages in .. a couple of hours required to shoot some singing and dancing for ‘Shamitabh’ .. extra .. would be nice if I could do it .. else its fine if schedule is tight .. no … I shall try ..
Jalsa, Mumbai Sept 20, 2014 Sat 11:59 pm
7 crores … !!!
It has been won at KBC yesterday night by two young brothers in the ‘jodi special’ or the ‘couples’ version of the game that has been on for the past two weeks !
This is a historic moment in the history of not just this game but indeed the history of Television in the world. In India there has been no show, game or any other where this kind of money has ever been won .. and it is perhaps a fact that in the world of television, this value winning falls among one of the few that have had access to such reward ..
There was a mission in the manner in which they approached the game. Right from the very start, they went about it in a manner that was simply exemplary. They used up all their Lifelines, but they had the answer even before they asked for help. And that was the beauty of their effort. In my view they never needed any help from the lifelines - they had all the answers, perfectly worked out analysed and well thought out.
What a joy to see a 28 year old and his younger brother of 23, playing to gather some money to be able to put it into the cause of providing the fees required for the treatment of their Mother who suffers from ovarian cancer. What a moment of pride for their Father, who had to sell the house they all stayed in to be able to feed the family after it suffered a set back in their business. What an effort and determined mind to be able to crack the highest honour in KBC …
Achin and Sarthak Narula … you deserve not just the highest reward of the show but indeed all the wishes for propagating this important message that if an ailment is brought to the notice of the medics in correct time, the possibility of a cure and its success is possible.
You also proved to the world, that perseverance is the motto for ultimate success. The brothers had been trying to come to this Hot Seat for the past 14 years, from the first time that KBC was played in 2000. And yesterday after many failed attempts, they not just came but became iconic figures in the history of television in the entire wide world … !!
Shahid Kapoor and Shraddha Kapoor from their latest film together, ‘HAIDAR’ come on to KBc to spend some time with us and inform us as delicately as possible the elements that went into their film ..
Shahid also gave us glimpse of his dancing acumen when he presented us with a small review of one of the songs of the film .. while Shraddha sang a melodious ‘bismil’ form the sound track ..
Some moments never get forgotten … the past few days have been exceptionally glorious …
Jalsa, Mumbai Sept 19/20, 2014 Fri/Sat 12:10 am
Its a topsy turvy world tonight and KBC is the one that needs to be blamed !! What incredible moments, what brilliance and what an incredible play ..!!
That is all I am permitted to say ..
My love to all ..
Jalsa, Mumbai Sept 18, 2014 Thu 10:11 pm
Some memories remain in some permanence .. sometimes !
Work related memories tend to be like an open chapter that can be read at the turn of a page, in our life books. Many believe it is best to relate them or store it up in writing on it before it gets too late .. and one does not need to understand what ‘late’ means .. time speeds past rapidly and they know that soon the glands of our memories shall fall apart or not respond at all ..
So hurry up and write about what you need to write before getting struck by Alzheimer’s, or related defects with age namely dementia .. !!
That is the genius Manmohan Desai, on the sets with me for the film ‘Naseeb’ and the picturisation of the song ‘John Jaani Janaardhan’. He conceived this quite remarkably.
Since I was the waiter in a 5 star Hotel in the film, he wondered how interesting it would be for such a character when events such as Jubilee functions of films - a great celebration in those days - were held in the premises of the Hotel ! So he devised a celebration of a Jubilee function of a film, set in the Hotel where my character was singing and serving the guests, in the range of all the biggest stars of the Industry - Raj Kapoor, Shammi Kapoor, Rajesh Khanna, Sharmila Tagore, Dabboo Kapoor, Rakesh Roshan and many more to name just a few.
How he managed to convince all of them to come over for just a day, and how he completed their work in that shift is a marvel in itself. He booked an adjoining floor at Filmistan Studios, where we shot this song, and would send me racing there to rehearse the next shot while the lighting was being done, so that no time was wasted in rehearsals on the floor of the shoot, and also to prevent the embarrassment of making the big stars wait while we got our act together.
His characters that he chose for me were always the common man, the worker, the guy next door, or the person on the street - Coolie, Naseeb the waiter, Amar Akbar Anthony the anglo indian from Bandra interiors, Mard the tangewala .. and so .. but always having the strength and the attitude of taking on the biggest adversary that came across. It was this identity that appealed to the front benchers, the ones that repeatedly patronised the films, in those good ol’ days .. far removed from what the youngistan of today does at the multiplexes ..
Man Mohan Desai had started very young and with the very best .. ‘Chaliya’ was his first directorial film, with Raj Kapoor as his hero, the one that had that popular number .. ‘chaliya mera naam, chalna mera kaam ..’ in Mukesh ji’s voice, a song that I used to hum often when home and still about to enter University, and one that used to upset my Father a lot, for he did not like the words … !!
Man ji thought out his plot and his stories on the slopes of the hill at Malabar Hill, below that famous outdoor restaurant, a landmark then and I believe still is. He would take his wife along to run his ideas through and they both would sit in that deserted forested region under a tree and create some of the weirdest ideas, but ideas that have become iconic and legendary now …
We would laugh at his madness when we performed his scenes, his dialogues, his ideas of performance … but we respected what he asked us to do, simply because we were firstly professionals and then we believed in the confidence of his faith and trust in the success of the idea. He was rigid unwavering and nothing but confident of his directions .. and they worked and worked magically, no matter what …
He saw the rushes of the drunk scene in AAA almost a month after it was performed - that is how long it took in those days to get a final print in some viewable state - since he was not present on the set when I did it. We were shooting two of his films at the same time in the same studio - RK Studios - AAA and ‘Parvarish’ … he gave instructions for the drunk scene and left to the next floor to shoot some action scenes simultaneously with Amjad and by the time he came back we had already canned the scene .. he trusted his assistants in the compliance of the drunk scene and a month later when we were shooting the climax song and scene in this studio in Dadar, now defunct and raised to the ground with better real estate possibilities, he took me aside after the rushes were seen, and we sat on the steps of the portico of that dilapidated studio and he said to me .. ‘Lalla ( an affcetionate way of addressing someone), so long as I make films you will always be in them. You may not work with me, but I shall always work with you.”
And he kept his word to the last day. He never directed a film without me after that day !!
He was a middle class man. Down to earth and with those that belonged to the earth. When he gained success with AAA, he bought an elite modern apartment in one of the most expensive regions of the city and shifted there, after having it designed by the most expensive and creative interior designer. But he was never happy there. Within a few months he shifted back to where he originally came from Khetwari, a middle class congested colony in the interiors of central Bombay, then. He would call me over to his abode often. The houses were cramped and almost stuck to each other. One could merely stretch their hand from their window and reach the window of the neighbour. On those tiny ‘galis’ of the colony he would play cricket with a wet rubber ball, a most challenging feat for the most accomplished batsmen, and his kids that surrounded his home. We would sit on the first floor balcony, taking in the noise and conversations and the atmosphere of the air about us ..
It was Man ji that gave me the very first so called vanity van in the Industry. I would use it as a regular travel car for years .. until the ‘vanity’ became a constant with all the shootings and the stars, a regular now .. no one uses make up rooms … except at the YRF studios !!
On a brief sojourn to New York, I was woken up early in the morning by a telephone call ..
Man Mohan Desai had jumped from the balcony of this Khetwari home of his and given up his life …
They have not made another like him .. yet ..
Jalsa, Mumbai Sept 17, 2014 Wed 11:34 pm
In the dark and dimly lit streets of the approaching night, they wander about the vehicles that stop to acknowledge the traffic signal lights. They are of poor means, of limited resource or none at all. Their clothing is an apology for protection of their skin. Their hair and faces are smudged with the long due wash up that we enjoy almost three or four times a day. They walk about bare feet, have no protection from the pouring rain and are oblivious of the possibility of picking up an infection or a virus !!
They look expectantly at every window of the cars that stop by, hoping that someone shall be kind enough to perhaps either buy those dried flowers that they hoped to sell to be able to buy their meal for the day, or that balloon, or those little trinkets that they carry about - ball pens, window cleaners and many such …
The innocence on their faces does not reflect the misery that they face each day. There is a sense of enterprise in their manner - expectant, capable and worthy. They are in small groups of their own. Their playtime is this - the intent to sell and buy their living. This is their greatest game for the day and most of the night, their entertainment, their moment of joy ..
The irony kills one .. it certainly kills me !!
And like me there are several others who work tirelessly to give them and many like them a life free from the depths that they are forced to go through in their most important years of living ..
Two young ones huddled in the middle of the night outside the platform of the local station, tired and hungry after working at getting that meal from those that travel on trains, the entire day - fruitless and without any result !
I once drove up to them and shook one of them up from his slumber as he lay without any covering off the pavement of the street, and gave him a packet to eat and a hundred rupee note !
If ever I were to be capable of recreating that expression on the face of the little one, shaken up from his drowse, I would consider myself the greatest actor in the world !!
It was indescribable !
But what transpired after that was even more ..
The little fellow did not look at me, nor where or who was giving him this ‘gift’, he merely shook himself up in a frenzy and ran … ran as fast as he could to another little fellow curled up in another section of the pavement, and placed the ‘goods’ in his hand … with an expression of an achievement that I shall never be able to forget my entire life.
The other little one I discovered later was his younger brother … they had been begging for food for two days without any results … !!
It will be impossible for anyone creatively inclined, to relive that moment on celluloid or any other ‘loid’ .. !
My hand trembles as I recount the incident and my eyes fill up voluntarily with what is commonly known as tears ..
And …. as I drive home after work tonight and entertain that young little girl on the street by my window, expectantly seeking my attention to buy those ball pens in her hand, I cannot - try as much as I can to keep away - resist asking her to hand me a few of her prized goods, pay her some money without asking what the price is, only to witness that smile, the smile of a million Mona Lisa’s , lighting up her face ..
I may never use those ball pens I bought … but I shall keep them close in sight .. just to be reminded of that wondrous smile on the face of that innocent beautiful little girl by the pavement ..
Jalsa, Mumbai Sept 16, 2014 Tue 11:20 pm
Happy Birthday my dears form our EF … love always and with great warmth and affection … have lovely day … and days to come … !!!
# - Jags : 17th September
# - Tasnima Khan : 17th September
The legacy of KBC continues .. it encompasses all those that visit it as an audience or as would be contestants .. their affection and love for the show is quite remarkable ..
So many that do find their way to the Hot Seat have such remarkable stories to tell of their association with this game show .. through years of attempts, phone calls and repeated attempts .. their emotions run high when they reach the peak and it is difficult to understand the extent of their happiness .. it is often replicated in their tears of joy, their dance of freedom from the contestants chairs to the seat, their screams of victory with each and every correct answer, and finally the joy of having accomplished their personal mission of getting rid of so many challenges that they have had to face before they arrived …
But tell me honestly what is the good time for its broadcast .. ? 8:30 pm or 9:00 pm ??
I shall await your response ..
Thank you all for inquiring after my health .. its improving gradually … there is a cough that keeps disturbing me during the recording, but it is being managed .. love you all for this concern and the many home remedies that you suggest ..
My love and my devotion to this medium remains as ever in the best of the best ..
Jalsa, Mumbai Sept 15, 2014 Mon 9:26 pm
In KBC we trust … in KBC we move … in KBC we invent … in KBC we relate … in KBC we are humbled by the audience love … in KBC we are embarrassed by the accolades that come by form phone and contestant reactions … in KBC we endeavour … in KBC we hope that someday someone will crack the 7 cr limit ..
In KBC … !!
The grandeur of the location and the environment is simply the best that has ever been created in the entire history of the show in any part of the world, at any given time or place .. this is ingenuity … this is Sony … this is India and its Television at its best … !!
Privileged and honoured to be a part of this exciting experience for the past 14 years, and still looking forward with the same earnest hope of perfecting defects, innovating new ideas, and being spirited enough to hold hands with a most hard working disciplined crew, that creates that error free guidance throughout its recordings .. !!
Yes the feel and the graph of it all … the behind the scenes working of hundreds of enlightened minds .. the coordination of the stories and the contestants, their lives, their care, their briefing … all a well oiled machinery under the guidance of Siddharth Basu and his most wonderful team ..
A joy to be in the midst of all this management and operation .. no child’s play this .. its the ultimate exercise in presentation ..
And so when you patronise it, there is gratification of all the hard work that goes in to make this show, one of the best on Indian Tv ..
Indeed … the picture says it all .. that single finger in the air and the logo that backs it .. profound and exact … !!
The YRF studios where we record is abuzz with activity and movement and an air of creative workmanship all around - the lawns the driveways the atrium the coffee centre the theatre the sound recordings, the dressing rooms … every where ..
BUT … when there is the presence of the big stars its a different world ..
Today the Happy New Year team has its music launch just next to our floor and the entire cast and crew and media envelops the premises ..
Shahrukh, Deepika, Abhishek, Farah .. all … and all in high energy and octaned adrenalin infused ..
The entire atmosphere changes. The people move about with large smiles and happy utterances. The young generation in their best, the staff and crew at their most earnest, the media in heightened frenzy … all such a different world .. and such a joy to witness this phenomena ..
At times it is best to sit back and observe the times change, than mope over what did not for you … you may have been a part of it, maybe, some ages back, but now it is changed times and circumstances .. accept them and compliment its continuity .. matters would get so stale and obsolete were the strains of the same music were to be replayed ..
It is the new versus the old .. and the old must step back honourably, to make way for this wave of the new… such has been ordained, such it shall forever be …
… in the technicolor of colors and the lightness of the grey …
Good night and happy hours of unbridled love ..
Jalsa, Mumbai Sept 14/15, 2014 Sun/Mon 12:06 am
Mahendra : Happy happy birthday for the 15th .. all of us send you love and ashirwaad .. have a lovely day ..
And to those that complain that they do not get Twitter or Blog response from me .. hear this and hear it loud and clear once and for all ..
I DO NOT OPERATE MY SOCIAL SITES FROM MY MOBILE .. I DO IT FROM MY LAP TOP .. ON THE LAPTOP THOSE TWEETS THAT COME I RESPOND AS WELL AS I CAN … MANY DO NOT COME UP ON THE PAGE BECAUSE THEY GET HIDDEN BEHIND 10 MILLION FOLLOWERS !!
ABHISHEK AND DEEPIKA PADUKONE SENT ME TWEETS SITTING IN FRONT OF ME AND IT DID NOT COME UP ON MY LIST !!
BLOG RESPONSE IS DIFFICULT BECAUSE THE ENTIRE FORMAT HAS CHANGED DUE TO DISCUSS AND TUMBLR.
I TRY TO DO AS MANY AS I CAN … BUT IT IS NOT POSSIBLE TO REPLY TO ALL … I DO GO THROUGH MOST OF THEM ..
BUT .. I NOTICE THAT MOST OF THE RESPONSES ARE NOT DIRECTED TO ME .. THEY ARE AMONG YOURSELVES , AMONG THE EF … WHICH IS GOOD .. BUT DIRECT TO ME COME PRETTY LATE IN THE LIST AND DISCUSS DOES NOT SHOW IT UP IMMEDIATELY … IT ASKS YOU TO RE REFRESH AGAIN AND AGAIN .. THIS IS TIME CONSUMING ..
ALSO TWITTER RESPONSES ON LAPTOP IS VERY FAST FOR ME .. ON MOBILE THE TYPING AND THE SENDING AND THE NUMBERING AND THE RETWEETING TAKES A WHOLE PROCESS .. YOU JUST READ AND WRITE ONCE … I HAVE TO READ AND WRITE A MILLION !!
AND THAT IS THE DIFFERENCE … GOT IT … !!!