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“SAPHALTA KE LIYE KABHI KABHI…………..दूसरों के इशारों पर नाचना पड़ता है”

SAPHALTA KE LIYE KABHI KABHI…………..दूसरों के इशारों पर नाचना पड़ता है !!

एक दिन मुझे एक Production House से England की मशहूर कंपनी “Sound Pipe” के Music Album में काम करने का प्रस्ताव आया I मैं ने कहा कि मुझ से इस उम्र में यह सब क्यों करवा रहे हो I उनहोंने बताया कि आप को हीरोइन के दादा जी का रोले करना है , जो कि इस गाने के एक मुख्य पात्र में से एक है ! मैं ने हाँ कर दिया I

पर यह क्या I जब मैं दिल्ली एक फार्म हाउस में लोकेशन पर पहुंचा तो पता चला , यह गाना हीरोइन के जन्म दिन के उत्सव पर शूट होना है और मुझे Swimming पूल के किनारे पार्टी में नाचना भी है I

अब इतने आखरी छन पर मैं इनकार भी नहीं कर सका और फिर मुझे,,,,,,,,,,,,,

DOOSRON KE ISHAARON PAR NAACHNA PADA  !!

Ha ha ha…

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“MEET MY NEPHEW AMIT VARSHNEY”

MEET MY NEPHEW AMIT VARSHNEY……..भारतीय
औद्योगिक क्षितिज पर एक उभरता हुआ सितारा !!

(वो लोग जो अपनी तकदीर पर रोते हैं, नीचे लिखी हुई अमित की कहानी ज़रूर पढ़ें )

मैं अपने प्रोफेशनल जीवन में हज़ारों लोगों से मिलता रहा हूँ I कुछ मुलाकातें Seminar और Get together से शरू हुई और वहीँ ख़त्म हो गयी I कुछ लोग मेरे साथ जुड़े रहे , अक्सर बिना किसी निजी स्वार्थ के I कुछ मेरे साथ विभिन्य छेत्र में प्रोफेशनल रूप से जुटे रहे I

अब इसे संजोग ही कहेंगे कि उन में से अधिकतर लोगों ने  , कामयाबी का इतिहास रच डाला I लोग मेरी तुलना “MIDAS TOUCH” से करते हैं, जो किसी भी वस्तू को छू कर सोना बना देता था I

मेरे विचार से ऐसा कुछ नहीं होता है I इंसान अपने कर्मों से ही आगे बढता है या पीछे रह जाता है I कामयाब वही होते हैं, जिन में PATIENCE, PERSEVERANCE, POSITIVISM (धीरज, लगन और सकारात्मक सोंच ) होती है I नाकाम याबी का कारण   अक्सर IMPATIENCE, EGO, NEGATIVISM (अधीरता, अहंकार और नकारात्मक सोंच) होती है I

अब कुछ बातें अपने कामयाब भतीजे अमित की :

अमित से मेरी मुलाक़ात कोई 5 साल पहले हुई I पहली ही मुलाक़ात में, मेरी पारखी नज़रों ने उस के अन्दर एक ऐसी ज्वाला देखी जो बहुत कम लोगों में होती है I तब से अब तक हमारे रिश्ते दिन प्रति दिन मज़बूत होते चले गए I

इलाहाबाद के रहने वाले एक इंजिनियर के घर पैदा हुआ अमित, शिक्षा के हिसाब से MCA है I जहाँ उसके साथी पढ़ाई पूरी करके नौकरी में लग गए, अमित ने अपने लिए कुछ और ही सोच रखा था I उसका सपना था भारत के औद्योगिक क्षितिज पर एक बड़े उद्दय्मी के रूप में उभरना और हज़ारों लोगों को नौकरी देना I

अमित ने अपना काम  अपने एक दोस्त  के साथ मिलकर शरू किया I अपने Struggle के दिनों के बारे में अमित कहता है :

 “Like every other bootstrap startup, our startup was also started from 1BHK apartment, with an unlimited supply of tea and energy drink and a limited supply of funds. Time, hours, day, night, weekends were not for us. We thoroughly enjoyed our work “.

अमित की मेहनत रंग लाई और बहुत की कम समय में उस ने 80 से ज़यादा प्रोजेक्ट पूरा किया और आज इसकी टीम में काफी इंजिनियर काम करते हैं I यह सभी software डिजाईन और डेवलपमेंट छेत्र के हैं I इनके 60 से ज़यादा  Clients है I मध्य प्रदेश सरकार , इसकी कंपनी के सब से बड़े Client है, और इस प्रोजेक्ट का उदघाटन प्रधान मंत्री श्री नरेन्द्र मोदी जी ने किया था  I

भारत जैसे देश में, जहां इंजिनियर की कमी नहीं है, अमित कहता है सही टैलेंट को ढूँढना उसकी सब से बड़ी समस्या है I उस ने पिछले कुछ महीनों में 300 से ज़यादा इंजिनियर का इंटरव्यू किया , पर चार से ज़यादा उसके माप दंड के मुताबिक नहीं मिले I

इसी प्रकार पूरे जीवन में उसे एक ही “UNCLE” मिले जिन पर वोह आँखें बंद करके भरोसा करता है I और संजोग से वोह मैं हूँ !!!

अपनी हर प्लानिंग मुझे से ज़रूर शेयर करता है I गरचे वो बहुत ही व्यस्त रहता है और काम के समय किसी से भी नहीं मिलता है I यह उसका प्यार है कि मैं जब भी उस से मिलता हूँ, वो मुझे घंटो समय देता है और उस छोटे बच्चे की तरह हो जाता है जो अपने दादा जी को अपने सारे खिलोने दिखाता है I

कल मुझे उस ने बताया कि “CO-FOUNDER” नामक एक पत्रिका . जो कि Start-up” उद्द्योमियों की गति विधियों पर आधारित है, उस ने अमित की कहानी अपने दो अंकों में छापा है I  

कल जब मैं मुबारक बाद देने उसके पास गया , तब अमित ने अपने एक बहुत ही बड़े प्रोजेक्ट की जानकारी दी, जिस कारण से वोह सुर्ख़ियों में आया i

यह नया प्रोजेक्ट जिसका नाम है “NextOnPlanet”, अपने आप में विश्व का पहला है i इस से मिलते जुलते दो तीन और हैं,  पर इसके जैसे नहीं हैं I यह AdventureTourism इंडस्ट्री पर आधारित Web based बिज़नस है I इसकी पूरी जानकारी ,
नैतिक कारण से मैं अभी शेयर नहीं कर सकता हूँ I यह कारोबार हज़ारों करोड़ का है और अधिकतर Client विदेशी होंगे I अमित इस सिलसिले में भारत सर्कार के
पर्यटन और संस्कृति मंत्री डॉक्टर महेश शर्मा जी से भी मिला I उन्होंने पूरा सहयोग देने का आश्वासन दिया I

पर इतना ज़रूर बताना चाहूँगा कि आने वाले दस सालों में अमित की कंपनी का Net worth कम से कम एक हज़ार करोड़ का ज़रूर हो जायेगा , इन शा अल्लाह ! उतना ही नहीं, इस से Direct और Indirect रूप से दस हज़ार लोगों को रोज़गार भी मिलेगा I

इस प्रोजेक्ट में अगले दो सालों में 6 करोड़ की पूँजी चाहिए I जिसके बदले इन्वेस्टर को 10-20 % की Equity का ऑफर है I दस साल बाद , जब वो 6 करोड़ का इन्वेस्टर एग्जिट करेगा तो उसको उस वक़्त के वैल्यूएशन के हिसाब से 10-20 % equity के बदले, 100-200 करोड़ रूपये मिलेंगे I

इस फंडिंग के लिए अमित की बात कई USA और कई Indian कंपनियों और कुछ High Net worth Individuals से हो रही है I

अमित की Sincerity का पता इस से लगता है कि इतने व्यस्त Schedule के बावजूद उस प्रोजेक्ट के लिए 19000 ft की ऊँचाई पर Bike riding  करके 5000 Km का सफ़र करके विभिन्य यात्रा स्थल की जानकारी प्राप्त की और यह सिलसिला चल रहा है I खतरनाक जगहों पर Drone (स्वचालित हवाई जहाज़) के सहारे फिल्म बनाने की भी प्लानिंग है I इसका अलावा भी कई और नए किस्म के Innovative और दिल को छू जाने वाले प्रोपोसल्स हैं I

पाठकों से अनुरोध है कि मेरे भतीजे अमित की कामयाबी के लिए दिल खोल कर दुआएं कीजए !

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“THE LAST DOSE”

THE LAST DOSE………. a story written by Qaisar N.K>Jani, in the year 1960 !!

I started writing for “The Statesman”, when I was in class VII, in Muslim High School, Bhagalpur. Subsequently, I wrote for Urdu dailies, like “Saathi” & “Sada e Aaam” etc, mostly for their children corner.

“The last dose”, was my first serious & matured story, which I wrote for the magazine “The Youth Times”. Then, I was 12 years in age & was studying in matriculation. Although, I was too young, to deeply understand the subject, I attempted it & got phenomenal admiration!

Reproducing below, my first attempt to serious writing …….

THE LAST DOSE………………….

Ajay kumar sinha, was originally from a small town of North Bihar. Due to paucity of job in Bihar, he shifted to Bombay, after his graduation. Bombay, was infamous for the animal like living conditions of the working class, who were living in “Low Income Group Homes”, which were huge old, dilapidated buildings, with poor sanitation & hygienic conditions. Different families were living in different rooms & using a common toilet & bath. The occupants were migrants from different parts of the country & were in different professions. In some such buildings, majority of the residents were call girls & prostitutes.

Ajay, joined a pharmaceutical company as Sales Executive and took a room in one of the infamous buildings, where rents were lower than others, because those with family, avoided living there. For Ajay, the back ground of the neighbors’ didn’t matter much, because he was a bachelor and was on tour 20 days a month.

He was very well aware of the activities in the neighboring rooms, but he had to tolerate all these & used to remain confined to his room. He didn’t like sitting in the balcony also, as the girls of the neighboring rooms, used to sit in the balcony, well dressed to attract the people passing through the street.

After about a couple of years of stay, Ajay became quite familiar with their modus operandi & even recognized some regular clients by their name & their profile.

Ajay’s luck took curios turn, when he got married & brought his beautiful young wife, to live with him. Although,  he made his wife aware of the environment of the building and asked her not to mix with the other residents.

Ajay, as usual, was on tour 3-4 days a week .This period was worse than a jail for his wife Shalini. To avoid monotony & for a change, often she used to sit in the balcony. Soon, she got noticed by those hungry wolves. Initially, they just used to gaze, but afterwards, some of them started making dirty gestures, presuming her to be a new prostitute. She didn’t like all these, but was helpless. She didn’t tell this to Ajay, else he would be disturbed, until that fateful day, when the(in)famous Sethji of the locality Sunil Manjrekar, who was a frequent visitor of this building, knocked her door. She saw him through the magic eye & didn’t open the door.

When Ajay returned from the tour, she narrated the incidence & about the bad intention of Seth Sunil Manjrekar and requested Ajay to look for other place to live. Ajay , took her suggestion seriously & assured to find another accommodation shortly.

Next week, Ajay was on tour as usual and when he returned 4 days after, his world has already been ruined. He pressed the door bell. Shalini opened the door and fell on his feet, crying at the top of her voice. She narrated how she forgot to lock the entrance door and as ill luck would have it, Seth Sunil Manjrekar, who was passing by, pushed the door opened. He bolted the door from inside and pounced on poor Shalini like a wild beast and within ten minutes, she lost her most invaluable possession, her chastity.

Ajay went inside, even before Shalini could finish her narration, took his pistol, loaded it and barged out of the room. Shalini kept pacifying him, but he didn’t. Sunil’s house was hardly, a ten minutes drive and Ajay knew that he was living alone in that big house.

Although, Ajay was a thorough gentleman, with a very calm temperament & couldn’t even think of killing some one. But, the “Shaitan” in him, forced to take such a drastic step. On way to Sunil’s house, he planned the whole chain of sequence. As soon as Sunil will open the door, he will pump the entire six bullets into his chest, shall shut the door from outside & would return.

Ten minutes after, Ajay reached Sunil’s house, but his planning failed, as he saw the main door already opened ajar. Since, he was not a criminal; he was taken aback & couldn’t find any other way to assassinate him. However, he collected strength & walked inside the room. He, almost fainted when he saw Sunil lying on the floor, in a pool of blood. That is when; the “Insaan” in him woke up. He went near Sunil, who begged for help.

Ajay, forgot his own vendetta plan, lifted Sunil & took him to a Nursing Home nearby. After a while, the doctor came out of the operation theater & informed Ajay that the patient was out of danger, but would need nursing & treatment for next one month.

After three days, Sunil was discharged from the Nursing Home. Ajay, who has been ,on almost 24 hour duty at the Nursing Home, brought Sunil to his house. Not only that,  Ajay’s wife Shalini too, was helping Ajay in the nursing

Sunil was extremely apologetic & asked for pardon, every time he saw Shalini. Both Ajay & Shalini, were good souls. They pardoned him and continued nursing & looking after  the recuperating Sunil.

Four weeks passed & the two families became very good friends .The story took another dramatic turn, when on a fateful day, Ajay brought the doctor to Sunil’s house for final check up & advise. The doctor, after a thorough examination, took out his prescription pad , wrote a single medicine and told Ajay “Tumhare dost ab bilkul theek hain.Yeh dawa, ek hafta khilana hai. Yeh  last dose hai. Iiske baad, yeh bilkul pehle ki tarah ho jayenge “.

Doctor’s last line ‘YEH BILKUL PEHLE KI TARAH HO JAYENGE’ , again aroused the “Shaitan” in Ajay’s mind and the lines started ringing into his ears non-stop. He was furious, at the very thought that Sunil will be the same as before. His sympathy for Sunil, vanished suddenly. He dropped the doctor back to the Nursing Home and on way back to Sunil’s house, he bought the phial of the medicine, prescribed by the doctor. Then, he went to another shop, bought liquid rat killer & mixed it with the medicine.

He administered the poison laced last dose of the medicine to Sunil.

Within five minutes, Sunil was no more in this world’, leaving Ajay in a state of repentance, as “Insaan” had taken over the command by then……

But it was too late !!

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“ALLAH MEHARBAN…TOH…GADHA PEHALWAN”

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ALLAH MEHARBAN…TOH…GADHA PEHALWAN

How did I get my first regular job as an engineer…..an interesting & inspiring story!!

It was in the year 1965 that the engineers started facing unemployment problem. When I graduated in Mechanical Engineering in the year 1967, the situation had aggravated to an alarming level.

However, I got my first job as a lecturer in Government Polytechnic at Saharsa on ad hoc basis, within a month of passing out. My first day at the Polytechnic was quite eventful. While going to the Principal’s room for reporting, I was passing through the lawn. Suddenly, about a dozen boys surrounded me & pulled me inside a class room and started ragging, presuming me to be a fresher student. I don’t blame them for their wrong assessment as I was 5 ft 2 inches tall, weighing 35 Kgs., an ideal parameter of a 1st.year Polytechnic student. Most of the students were taller & far heavier than me, as Saharsa belt , was famous for dairy farming and the students, invariably, were drinking one liter of milk twice a day, whereas the teacher was contended with two teaspoonful of milk, twice a day with the morning & evening tea. I didn’t disclose that I had come here to join as a lecturer and I enjoyed the ragging as much as they did. Later, I went to the meet the Principal. Had a cup of tea with him and then, he took me to the class room to introduce me to the students. Incidentally, it was the same class room, where I had that ragging session half an hour back. The boys were totally taken aback and were expecting some kind of a punishment. The Principal left the room after five minutes and I continued in a normal way as if nothing had happened. The boys were extremely impressed with my gesture. The entire 40 minutes was spent in introduction etc. I left the room promising them to teach Surveying & Leveling from next day onward.

As a Mechanical Engineering student, I had just one paper of Surveying & Leveling in the second year curriculum. Since, I was totally disinterested in the subject; I sat in the theory class just on a time-pass basis. However, I enjoyed the practical, which we conducted in groups. The most sincere in the group would handle the theodolite; the others would hold the staff. My contribution in the group was to make faces in front of the theodolite to keep everybody in a joyful mood.

You can imagine, with this “Shandaar” background, how difficult it would have been for the teacher to teach the students, a subject, he didn’t study at all. Fortunately for me, I was staying with my brother-in-law Mr.Jamil, who was posted at Saharsa as SDO(PWD).Mr.Jamil was B.Tech (Hons) in Civil Engineering from IIT, Kharagpur and was a typical workaholic & ever keen to teach civil engineering to anyone. He has the same habit even now. He is now about 77 years old and now days lives mostly in NCR, close to my house. Just two days back, I went to see him as he was sick, he took out a pen & paper and started teaching me “Bending Moment” & “Shear Force”, which I never understood in spite of his over one thousand lectures on this subject .His lecture on “Bending Moment” is a “Boring Moment” for me and on “Shear Force”, is a “Sheer Waste” of time.

I requested him to prepare short note on Surveying & Leveling for my first ten classes. He obliged me and then everything was fine with me. Every day, I would teach the subject, as taught by Mr.Jamil for 15 minutes. The remaining 25 minutes, I spent in interacting with the students. The students liked my teaching style & very soon, I became the most popular teacher, because I brought a fresh breath of air with my unique student friendly style. Usually, even a joyful teacher, as soon as walks into the class room, immediately turns into a “Father Hardstone”.I don’t know why?

Coming to the main story of the day: Within four months of my joining the Saharsa Polytechnic, I got an interview call for my first regular appointment in Bihar State Electricity Board. Although, I had least interest in that hard core engineering job, I had to go to Patna on my father’s instruction. I was praying all the time that I get rejected.

When I reached the venue, I saw my college friends sitting here & there on stair cases and in the Dhabas around. I was shocked & I rebuked them for not maintaining the sanctity & status of a graduate engineer. Their reply was all the more shocking. They said that the interview was going on for the past 15 days. They call the candidates at 11 AM, but the Board never sits before 4 PM and they interview more than 50 candidates in two hours. The other information that they gave me, was very delightful for me. And the information was that they have called about 1200 candidates against a vacancy of a little over 200 and that the candidates have already been selected beforehand, purely on the basis of “Pairvi”.The interview was just to complete the formalities. Since, I had no “Pairvi”, I was sure of being rejected. My friends told me further that they don’t ask the candidates even to sit in the interview room and they just ask the name of the candidate, name of the college & the marks percentage, all in a stereo typed mode.

I felt insulted with the way they were handling qualified graduate engineers. Also, because I was not interested in the job, I thought of playing a prank with the Interview Board. I was very good in mimicry and had expertise in speaking Americanized English. I had the capability of choking my throat & twisting my tongue as much as possible and in vomiting 50% of the words out & keeping 50 % to myself, to match the typical American accent.

As soon as my turn came, I walked into the room with a big smile and before they could say anything, I said in pure American style, “Very good afternoon Sirs, I hope, you would appreciate if I sit comfortably on the chair before you ask questions”. Reluctantly, they said “ Achcha baithiye” and asked my name, name of my college & the marks obtained. I replied all the questions with the same American accent. Next question was “Aap kahan ke rahne wale hain aur aapki Matra bhasha kya hai? I said, “I am from Bhagalpur and my mother tongue is Hindi, but I prefer talking in English and I am sure you don’t have any problem with this language”. Suddenly, all of them became very serious and started talking to me in English. Meantime, the peon brought tea for them. They offered me tea which I gladly accepted as I wanted to be with them as long as possible. Then, there was a volley of questions from them for good 25 minutes on subjects like Physics, Mathematics & Electrical Engineering, all the three weakest subject of mine. I didn’t say “I don’t know Sir”, even for once” and replied all the questions effortlessly, hopefully with wrong answers. But, since my reply was loaded with heavy American accent, the Board Members must not have followed what I said. At the end, they said “Young man, we had a very entertaining session with you. We liked your ever smiling face and your positive attitude, above all. Thank you very much & God bless you”.

When I came out, I saw a big crowd of the candidates trying to peep inside the room through a broken glass pane. They were curious to know, why my interview lasted for over 25 minutes and why the Board members made me sit & offered me tea. They thought I had a very heavy “Pairvi”.

However, they took a sigh of relief when I narrated the real story.

I went back to Bhagalpur. Suddenly, one afternoon, my father walked into my room and said,” congratulations. This is your appointment letter from Bihar State Electricity Board”.

Three days after, much against my will, I had to report for duty. A few months after, I happened to go the Board’s Headquarters at Patna to meet one of the Superintending Engineers for some official work. As soon as I walked into his room, he recognized me as he was one of the members of the interview board. Even before I could explain him the purpose of my visit, he left his chair and asked me to follow him to another room. I couldn’t know why he was reacting like this. The other room, where he took me, also belonged to another Superintending Engineer, named Mr.X.X.Singh (I am not mentioning his name on ethical ground).As soon as I entered Mr.Singh’s room, he stood up & gave me a warm hug. At this point, I could recognize him as it was he, who was heading my Interview Board. He then narrated the sequence of events after I left the Interview room. The members asked each other “Yeh Namoona kis ka candidate hai”.It was Mr.Singh, who said, “he is my candidate”, although neither had he known me nor I knew him before the interview date. And that is how; I was selected .And hence,

ALLAH MEHARBAN…TOH…GADHA PEHALWAN !!

Mr.Singh told me “I don’t know, how long you are going to stay with Bihar State Electricity Board, but I can certainly say that your smile, your positive attitude and self-confidence would take you to unprecedented heights in life”. I touched his feet as a mark of respect and came out.

Sir, I don’t know where you are, but you would be proud to know that your predictions have come true.

Moral of the story: You can win any race in life, if you are self-confident, if you have a positive attitude and if you have a smiling face. Smile doesn’t cost anything, it pays a lot.


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” ANDHA KYA CHAHE, DO ANKHEIN”

 

ANDHA KYA CHAHE, DO ANKHEIN………

My yesterday’s post , captioned’ Shama Har Rang Mien Jalti Hai Seher Hone Tak”, got phenomenal response on various social medias, including Face Book.

I had a deluge of comments on the main wall, on private message box, on What’s App, on e-mail, on SMS & on phone calls. Many of them ,were curious to know if I started my film journey 35 years back and that too as a Junior Artist in film “Khuda Kasam”.I couldn’t reply to all of them individually.

Through this post, I am, not only addressing their query, but also, sharing with you, a very interesting story about my so called entry into film “Khuda Kasam”, by default.

The year was 1980.There were finger counted flights between Kolkata & Mumbai as; probably there was no private Airlines in operation. If flights were finger counted, passengers also, were not too many. Unlike today, when the number of flights is, as many as the taxis at the airport and the number of passengers, are as many as, found at any railway station (figures are exaggerated version of a satirist).

Jokes apart, one may not agree with the above figures, but the fact of the matter is that air travel, is no more, limited to high flying businessmen, bureaucrats & politicians.It is any bodies’ game now.

Earlier, the airlines were treating the passengers like a “Son-in-law “.If the flight was cancelled, the passengers were given 5-star accommodation & food. And the “Son-in-laws’, also used to reciprocate, by wearing the best formal dress (usually 3-piece suit & tie etc, even in summer)

Now the real story:

On the fateful day, I was to take the evening flight from Mumbai to Kolkata . Fortunately for me, the flight was cancelled and all of us were sent to Hotel Centaur for our dinner & night stay, as the next available flight was at 10.00 in the following morning.

I went to the dinning hall, which had very large window panes, from top to bottom, and was overlooking the swimming pool. I sat on the chair, almost touching the window panes, so that I could see the swimming pool activities, which was decorated like Christmas night. I thought, there was some marriage party going on. Then suddenly, I saw Super Star Vinod Khanna, almost leaning on the window pane, near me. He could read the excitement on my face, as I had never seen a big film star from such a close distance. Before I could react, he waved his hand. I responded immediately and in sign language I communicated that I wish to meet him after the dinner. He also, responded in affirmative, in sign language. By the time I finished the dinner, the waiter confirmed me that there was a film shoot in the swimming pool area.

I finished my dinner in haste and proceeded towards the swimming pool area. Since, I was very well dressed (to justify being an airline passenger); the security guard allowed me. I went to Vinod Khanna and asked if I could be a part of the shoot. The director, Mr.Lekh Tondon, was sitting next to him, looked at me from top to bottom and asked if I could be there till 6.00 AM.

ANDHA KYA CHAHE, DO ANKHEIN………

I nodded, very excitedly. Then, he asked one of his Assistant to make me sit on a chair, in the close field of the camera. By then, I could know that there was a party scene and I am being used as a junior artist, playing the role of a guest. They already had, more than 100 hired junior artists, playing the role of guest.

The shot continued till morning. Although, my role didn’t go beyond a few nods, I was happy that I was a part of the shoot.

In all the breaks, I tried sitting near the main actors, including Vinod Khanna, Tina Munim, Pran, Ajit, Jalal Agha etc. However, I had long chats with Pran Saheb, which I described in my yesterday’s post.

And hence, I had that small insignificant role 35 years back , as a junior artist, by default. My career in films & TV took off, only 20 years back.

Although, I had big “KEEDA” in me since my student days, but who would give a role to some one, with skinny body & bald headed. Although, I covered my bald skull by a wig, which I bought in Hong Kong, during my maiden visit to Hong Kong in the year 1980. Attached picture of mine, is with the same wig.

However, having seen, no benefit of the wig, I discarded it within a couple of months. For the next 15 years, I was contended with stage performances.

I lost hairs, but I didn’t loose hope and finally, I arrived and justified:

JAHAN CHAH HAI, WAHAN RAH HAI !!!!

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“SHAMA HAR RANG MIEN JALTI HAI SEHAR HONE TAK”

SHAMA HAR RANG MIEN JALTI HAI SEHAR HONE TAK ……….

Yesterday, you saw me on my post, as a “Waiter”, in an International Hotel.

Today, you see me, as an honored guest, in a luxury Hotel….

Attached pictures are from an American film in docudrama format, shot at “The Claridges, Surajkund (Delhi).

The viewers have a preconceived image of an actor, based on the character that he played most or is famous for. In my case, people relate me to Mahatma Gandhi, where as I have played Mahatma Gandhi’s character in only about 30 films/ TV serials/TV talk shows etc. , out of over 130 performances.

I am reminded of a film shoot, way back in the year 1980.The location was Centaur Hotel , Mumbai and the film was “Khuda Qasam”, starring Vinod Khanna, Tina Munim, Pran etc.I was a part of over 100 junior artists. The shot lasted all night. Out of curiosity, I sat close to the lead actors, so that I could chat with them during frequent breaks. I had long chats with Pran Saheb, who is known as the most hated villain of Indian Cinema. In every break, he would come & sit with me and would chat non-stop, in a very soft tone, mixed with humor. But the moment, he would go in the camera field, he would change the movement of his eyes & his facial muscles and would become an extremely shrewd & cruel person. For this histrionics, he was honored with Padma Bhushan & Dada Saheb Phalke Awards.

Hence, actors shouldn’t be judged by the characters, they play on the screen. They are generally sensitive & good at heart and never do superficial acting in real life. In my opinion, many non-actors are with double face and they are the one, who do acting in real life.

For such double faced people, I am tempted to quote the following verses:

SAU KASHTIYAN JALAKE ,CHALE SAHILON SE HUM

AB TUM KO KYA BATAIEN ,KI US PAAR KAUN THA

YEH FAISLA TOH WAQT, BHI SHAYAD NA KAR SAKE

SACH KAUN BOLTA THA, ADAKAAR KAUN THA

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“ME AS WAITER “

MITA DE APNI HASTI KO, AGAR KUCH MARTABA CHAAHE,

KE DAANA KHAAK MIEN MILKAR, GUL E GULZAAR HOTA HAI ………

………my story of attaining a bit of “Martaba” !!!

I have been a part of Film & TV industry for about 20 years. Had the privilege of working with some very talented actors & directors. My observation is that, it is the director, who takes the best out of an actor. I owe my success to my various directors. All successful actors have some common traits .They are avid listener, are extremely disciplined, have no inhibition & religiously follow the instruction of the director. Star of the century, Mr.Amitabh Bachchan, is a burning example of the same.

Size & type of the role doesn’t matter. A performer leaves the trail, even with a small or insignificant role. Whenever, I refused an offer, the reason has either been clash of dates or when the character was supposed to promote harmful products like Paan Masala or Alcohol (in TV Commercials) and not the size or type of role.

My profession required extensive travel & comfortable stay. I had the privilege of staying in most of the 5-star hotels, not only in India, but in many countries in The Far East, The Middle East, Europe, USA & Canada etc.

How embarrassing, it would have been for a person, who was so regular at luxury hotels, when asked for a photo shoot, dressed as a waiter, for the brochure of an International chain of hotel

But being an intense actor by choice, I accepted the offer, very gladly.

The attached picture is from the same shoot & which found place in the brochure of a International chain of hotels.

And I am not alone. In the other two pictures, you can see Super Star Mr.Amitabh Bachchan and latest heart- throb, Varun Dhawan, playing waiter’s role.

Closing this post with another master piece by Dr.Iqubal……

MUQADDAR JIN KE OONCHE AUR AALA BAKHT HOTE HAIN ,

ZINDAGI MIEN UNHIN KE IMTIHAAN BHI SAKHT HOTE HAIN !!
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“SHOHRAT KI BULANDI BHI”

SHOHRAT KI BULANDI BHI, PAL BHAR KA TAMASHA HAI…JIS DAAL PE BAITHE HO, WHO TOOT BHI SAKTI HAI !!

As you grow in age, fame & recognition, you become a permanent fixture in Social & Cultural gatherings, mostly as Chief Guest / Guest of Honor / Key note speaker. As soon as you reach the venue, you are escorted to the dais. Batteries of camera, struggle to click your pic from all possible angles. The situation is all the more difficult for you to handle, if you are an actor. Initially, I had difficulty in facing such situations, but now I am quite used to it and in most cases, I walk away with huge applause from one & all.

BUT, ALL THESE ARE NOT GOING TO STAY FOR EVER……some one else will take your place, sooner or later.

Those, who do not accept this bitter truth & gracefully make room for others , live a secluded life & die every day, like famous super star Rajesh Khanna, in his last 20 years of life.

Attached pics, are from different functions, where I had the privilege of being an honored guest!!

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“LADY AT THE COUNTER OF A POST OFFICE “

This is my rejoinder to a post on Face Book by Mohammad Afsaruddin, wherein he posted the picture of a lady Bank Official, playing video games on her official system, while the customers were waiting helplessly, for Madam to finish her game. Mr.Afsar, wrote a supporting story also in Hindi.

I am posting three pictures attached to my rejoinder. One of the pics (showing Bank Official playing Video games) has been picked from the original post .The other two pics are not actual. They are posted by me,for reference only.

Well I can’t vouch for the authenticity of the post that I am sharing, but the following story supports the possibility of such incident.

Once, I had some work in a Post Office, located  in East Delhi .There was a long queue at the counter.I had no option but to wait. By the time I reached the counter, after grueling half an hour or so, it was just the lunch time. I told my agony & my inability to stand for another half an hour & requested the lady at the counter, quoting my senior citizen status. I had to send a registered letter, which she could finish in less than two minutes time. She didn’t budge and instead shouted at me rudely,”Yeh sarkari daftar hai, koi banye ki dukan nahin hai, yehan har kaam time ke hisab se chalta hai “.I didn’t argue further & most reluctantly decided to wait.

Now the real story starts. To avoid any further torture, I reached the counter 5 minutes before the end of lunch time, so that I, be the first person in the queue.

The lady didn’t come even after a lapse of ten minutes. And, when she came to the counter, she was not alone. She was accompanied by a small girl, in school uniform. I could guess, that she is her daughter. I didn’t object to bringing the daughter inside the building, on humanitarian ground.

But what happened afterwards was totally objectionable & unacceptable. I pointed out her late reporting on the counter .She didn’t care. She opened her bag, and for next full ten minutes, she was busy in combing her daughter’s hair, leaving a long queue waiting helplessly.

I didn’t say a word till she gave me the receipt. Thereafter, it was my turn to throw bouncer. I reminded her, of her lecture on the adherence of time table in “Sarkari Dafter”. She didn’t bother, even to listen to my objection.

Then, I showed her still pics & video recording of the entire combing episode and told her that I am going to News Channel & News Paper office, right from there and that before she reaches home, her activities, will be on air.

She got panicked , called all her colleagues & came out, almost rushing. She fell on my feet & profusely  asked apology. Her colleagues, also came in her support & asked apology on her behalf.

I didn’t report the matter, as the lady, had already learnt the lesson of her life  !!!


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“REJECTED BECAUSE OF SOPHISTICATED LOOKS “

 

I WAS REJECTED MANY TIMES, BECAUSE OF MY SOPHISTICATED LOOKS ….. Sounds unbelievable!!

कभी  कभी ज्यादा  अच्छा होना भी बुरा होता है ………..

Film makers are generally very rigid minded lots. After they finalize the story line, they look for actors, who would look & act, exactly like what they have in mind. No matter how talented you are, they won’t take any risk with a new actor, whose look doesn’t match with the character of the story. However, these criteria, are not applicable with established actors.

Even after, I successfully played dozens of character in the films, TV Commercials & Print Ads, I was branded as some one, with a typical urban look. No body even considered me, for any serious non-urban characters.

It was in year 2003, that I got the role of an extremely poor, woodcutter of a Kashmir village, in a TV serial, titled, “Masoom Sipahi” for DD Kashir TV. It was one of the major characters of the serial. In most of the scenes, I was bare bodied & wore, just a pyjama. Many times, I had to walk down the hills, with heavy wood loads on my head. The serial was shot near a place called, Jhar Jhar Kotli (on Jammu-Kashmir High way), where we camped for three weeks. Dark brown color leaves, which were very slippery, covered the entire hill. I narrowly escaped, serious accidents, many times. In one particular scene, I had to take bath in dirty water, in a Pahari Nala ; and that to, in the late afternoon & in that chilly cold weather. But, I took, all these, as a challenge, just to prove that I can do, even non-urban characters, successfully.

After this, I started getting all sort of roles.

Another, similar non-urban character, I played in a corporate documentary film for IFFCO ( Indian Farmers Fertilizer Cooperative Limited) , where I played the role of a villager from Haryana.

Both the pics attached herewith, are of the same year (2004) !

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