The mirror transformed into a metaphoric object of time. In one of my favourite episodes, there was a mirror you could hump into, and reach the past.
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The serial brought me close to the world of Flash Gordon comics. I couldn’t miss the adventures in space, as much as the Vulcan aura and certainties of Mr. I missed my tabla classes pulling wool over my parents’ eyes to be on time for Star Trek. Ray had indeed called it a “deeply angry film.”ĭD’s Sunday morning shows were lively. I mentioned the exceptional death scene to Puri, as one of his memorable ones, where he falls down like a tree while chopping off wood in desperate hunger. Puri played a Dalit character named Dukhi, who was exploited by a Brahmin priest (Mohan Agashe), and eventually dies. Written by Gulzar, it fetched Shashi Kapoor, playing an honest journalist, the best actor award.Īnother important telefilm was Sadgati (1981), Satyajit Ray’s adaptation of Munshi Premchand short story. That if we ever become friends, we aren’t ashamed for it.)Ī still from ‘New Delhi Times’. (Be enemies by all means, but allow some room, Jab kabhī ham dost ho jaa.eñ to sharminda na hoñ” “Dushmanī jam kar karo lekin ye gunjā.ish rahe And who can forget Bashir Badr’s courteous warning in our cruel times: Sardar Jafri, Kaifi Azmi, and Saghar Khayyami, among others, stayed in memory. Without knowing it, I was part of the dwindling cultural milieu around Urdu poetry.
I would sit with pen and paper and write down what I could. Despite a test or an exam the next day, I wouldn’t miss DD’s Mushairas at 11 pm every Friday. It was probably the Ghalib effect, including ghazals by Ghulam Ali and others my elder brother played at home, that drew me to Urdu poetry. As Marina Tsvetaeva said of Rilke, Ghalib was “poetry itself”. It was the beginning of an elusive affair with Nawab Jaan. He pauses and says in astonishment, “ Zameen ki cheez, aasman ki taraf kisne uda di?” (“This thing of the earth, who has flown it skywards?”). There is an unforgettable moment when Ghalib hears his ghazal being sung in the courtesan’s apartment above.
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Naseeruddin Shah’s performance as Ghalib stole the best TV actor award for that year from Om Puri’s role in Govind Nihalani’s Tamas. The bare orchestration of the ghazals by Jagjit Singh was perfectly rendered by him. Neena Gupta returned as the intense courtesan, Nawab Jaan, in Gulzar’s labour of love and research, Mirza Ghalib (1988). Photo: YouTubeĬaught between an authoritative wife at home and boss in office, Mungerilal would escape into dreams of revenge. The Bengali middle class had the peculiar habit of testing the worth of a thing at the neighbour’s, before making a choice. They did not want to spend money for entertainment. Their argument that TV would hamper children’s education was a bogey. His office colleagues, who had advised him against it, had also buckled under pressure. My father finally abandoned his anxieties, and bought a TV. Congress’ commitment to secularism degenerated since 1984. To manipulate the court verdict against Shah Bano, and open the locks of the Babri Masjid for Hindu rituals, were further acts of political expediency. Gandhi showed ineptitude for political morality. But the state machinery allowed the massacre of Sikhs in Delhi.
Gandhi’s funeral, condemning communal hatred and murder. He made a public announcement on DD before Mrs. Rajiv Gandhi reluctantly took over, as the sole beneficiary of dynastic politics. She looked imposing and vulnerable at the same time. I did not know then, her charm was Kashmiri. She had stood in an open jeep, smiling, with folded hands. I had seen her in a cavalcade twice earlier. Gandhi in a saffron sari, draped in flowers.
It was a place where news of the nation comes from. They had tears in their eyes, as the hearse moved slowly through the crowded street. But they had celebrated her loss after the Emergency in 1977. The bereaved neighbourhood aunts admired Mrs. The capital entered my imagination through the leader’s dead body. On the day of the funeral, we were glued to the colour TV in our neighbour’s house. The first big event on Doordarshan after the great cricket victory was the assassination of Indira Gandhi on October 31, 1984. After the final ball, we ran around the sleeping neighbourhood boisterously, just like mad Indian fans ran into the stadium. When Kapil grabbed the edge from Richards at mid-on, we could breathe the making of history. We cheered every falling West Indian wicket. I watched the final on a small TV at a neighbour’s. The 1983 Prudential Cup final at Lords, was a historic moment.
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