Friends,
That is True.Era has ended with passing away of Dev Anand .Though after Des Pardes Dev Anand was not able to give any hit films, the work done by him and his Nav ketan banner is immense.
There was a triplet, Dilip,Raj and Dev.All had their own way to work.But they rule the Bollywood untill mid sixties and Dev still remained as an actor untill mid seventies.
My most favourite film is "Guide".I don't know how many times I have seen and I never get tired.It always shows me something different whenever I see it.A person supporting a woman desire,her own liking and to support her he lose his best friend, he loses his mother , and while doing it he is still not in love but gradually both Rosy and Raju fell in love with eachother and then Rosy's husband comes to meet her and the trouble starts from there.If Rosy would have desired she would have saved her mentor and lover Raju, who has sacrificed everything for her , but she decided against it (During that part the songs that have been picturised are excellent.)and Raju goes to jail for forgery and then the salvation of Soul part comes in the end .
Actually all the songs that were picturised were excellent.S D Burman was at his best.
Vijay Anand( fondly known as Goldie) was brilliant.RK Narayan story was best .Everything was best.Even Dev Anand himself was excellent in acting.If one can observe , one will not see the Dev Anand style of moving the hand or shoulder in one manner he use to do.His head remains steady.His hand remains steady .His shoulder remains steady.Dev Anand remains steady in whole picture.....That was a Touch of Vijay Anand , the Director.He was brilliant.
Some of Goldies Hits are Tesri Manzil , Johny Mera Nam, Blackmail( Dharm, Rakhee) etc.....
But since 1949 The Nav Ketan banner gave 18 hits films and tha is record in its own.
Dev Anand was in Love with Zenat and at that time Dev Anand was 55 and Zenat was 27.Does love has any boundries?
Read on:
Excerpts from his autobiography reveal his obsession with the sex bomb, and how Raj Kapoor spoilt it one night
Zeenat and I started being linked with each other in the magazines and newspapers that people hungry for gossip love to read. For, while she was the adorable painting that they loved to watch, admire and emulate, I was the painter who had etched that painting. The colours were mine as was the finished drawing on the canvas. While she as a person was God’s creation, her image was of my making, and together we became inseparable in the public eye.
Whenever and wherever she was talked about glowingly, I loved it; and whenever and wherever I was discussed in the same vein, she was jubilant. In the subconscious, we had become emotionally attached to each other. At the silver jubilee celebration of Hare Rama Hare Krishna at a theatre in Calcutta, as Usha Uthup, the famous pop singer, sang the ‘Dum maro dum’ number on stage and reached the crescendo of her rendering, she pulled Zeenat, who was sitting in the audience, on stage; Zeenat in turn pulled me on stage too, so that together we could sing along with Usha. The audience in a moment of spontaneity also jumped up on stage and the song became a chorus of over a hundred voices. The maddened crowds picked Zeenat up on their shoulders, raising her heavenwards. I felt proud of her, and yet, at the same time, I felt a stab of jealousy; of possessiveness as well.
How could they own her in that way? She was my prized possession! I knew it was a stupid thought on my part, but I couldn’t help it. ( That exactly happens when one is madly in love with someone, one starts thinking stupidly and here you have a celebrity and level headed person like Dev Anand doing that.......lol.....)
A couple of years later, after the premiere of Ishq Ishq Ishq at Metro cinema, Raj Kapoor kissed Zeenat in full view of the invited audience, congratulating her for her sparkling performance in the film. That must have made her evening all the more sparkling. Again I felt proud of her, as much as I admired Raj Kapoor for his honest and spontaneous reaction. Complimenting her was indirectly complimenting her mentor, and I inwardly saluted my contemporary film-maker for his sound judgement. Yet, I was jealous of him for making advances on what I considered my sole possession, my discovery, my leading lady, and desiring her with a kiss. Time moved on. Suddenly, one day, I felt I was desperately in love with Zeenat—and wanted to say so to her! To make a honest confession, at a very special, exclusive place meant for romance. I chose the Rendezvous at the Taj, on the top of the city, where we had dined together once earlier.
No setting could be more appropriate, I thought, than a quiet candlelit table in the corner, the candle throwing its gleam on Zeenat’s face, just as the glow of her cigarette-lighter had lit up her face when I first met her. The dimmed lights of the city below, shining out of the darkness, would certainly light up the romance of the moment.
I called her up to say, ‘Zeenie, I want to go out on a date with you tonight.’
‘But aren’t we already going together to a party tonight?’ she asked me.
‘Of course we are. But let’s just go there only for a brief while, say Hi to the gathering, and then quickly disappear!’ It was an order, but very lovingly conveyed.
She was quiet.
‘H-e-ll-o!’ I said.
‘Yes, I am listening.’
‘Is that a date?’ I asked.
‘If you so desire. See you then!’ And she hung up.
I picked her up. Together we went to the party. It was on in full force. The first person who greeted Zeenat from a distance was a drunken Raj Kapoor, with a gallant drawl, ‘There she is!’ He threw his arms around her exuberantly.
This suddenly struck me as a little too familiar. And the way she reciprocated his embrace seemed much more than just polite and courteous. She quickly bent down to touch his feet, and then Romancing With Life gave me an embarrassed look. Raj grasped my hand in a very tightgrip, like never before, as if trying to make amends for some wrong he had done, suddenly overflowing with affection.
A hint of suspicion crossed my mind. A couple of days earlier, a rumour had been floating around that Zeenat had gone to Raj’s studio for a screen test for the main role in his new movie Satyam Shivam Sundaram. The hearsay now started ringing true. My heart was bleeding.
‘You are breaking your promise,’ Raj was now telling Zeenat in his drunken joviality, ‘that you will always be seen by me only in a white sari!’
More embarrassment was writ large on her face, and Zeenat was not the same Zeenat for me any more. My heart broke into pieces. I wanted to leave the party at once and go off somewhere alone, to be just by myself, so that I could swallow the humiliation thrust on my ego.
But a struggle within me transformed itself into a ‘to-hell-withit- all’ attitude, and prompted me to say goodbye to a relationship which, though it had been non-committal emotionally on both sides, had been honest all the same. There was no space in it for professional dishonesty.
The painting I had made of her started showing signs of cracking.
‘How long do you intend staying here, Zeenat?’ I asked her.
She looked at Raj, as if seeking his permission to leave.
‘Let her stay here, Dev—and you too—enjoy!’ he said in a drunken drawl.
‘By all means,’ I said. ‘Enjoy, Zeenat. Call me up later, when you feel like it!’
‘But aren’t we suppose to be going to the other place together?’ she casually asked.
‘Doesn’t matter!’ I said.
The rendezvous had already lost all meaning in my mind. I sneaked out of the place, quietly apologizing to the host. The evening delivered a blow to my personality, and my dominating spirit. I had decided on the spur of the moment to tell Zeenat for the first time how much I loved her. And that there was an idea in my mind of another story that would put her on a pedestal as never before, the highest so far. But that was never to be. And so be it! I quickly detached myself, convincing myself that I had blundered, taking too many things for granted.
( That is a blunder a person does , taking for granted and actually that is never the case, the opposite sex has no intentions like that......but when someone is madly in love with someone, that happens and the best thing is what Dev Anand did, coming out of it as early as possible)
There was no need for me to let any rancour germinate in my mind against Zeenat.
I had prepared her for the world, and she was free to go into the arms of anyone who would help her further her ambitious dreams. A group of chanting devotees was passing by my car. I sat listening to the sound of cymbals and bells.
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Ram Hare Ram
Ram Ram Hare Hare
I closed my eyes. Zeenat still remained beautiful in my eyes, with an honest soul. And Raj a passionate film-maker. I opened my eyes. A streak of lightning seemed to flash across my mind and inspired a new thought. I started pursuing it. A new chapter was thrown open before me, its first pages slowly unfolding.
The idea of a new film was coming slowly into focus.
Romancing with Life: An Autobiography by Dev Anand has been published by Viking/Penguin
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I will only rhym the line of his song from HumDono:
"Main Zindagi ka sath nibhata chala gaya, har fikr ko dhuen main udata chala gaya...."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sagi0o-d7XU
Enjoy at YouTube......
Dev Anand himself has confessed in one of his recent interview at TimesNow that this song gave him a new dimension of looking at LIFE......
That is True.Era has ended with passing away of Dev Anand .Though after Des Pardes Dev Anand was not able to give any hit films, the work done by him and his Nav ketan banner is immense.
There was a triplet, Dilip,Raj and Dev.All had their own way to work.But they rule the Bollywood untill mid sixties and Dev still remained as an actor untill mid seventies.
My most favourite film is "Guide".I don't know how many times I have seen and I never get tired.It always shows me something different whenever I see it.A person supporting a woman desire,her own liking and to support her he lose his best friend, he loses his mother , and while doing it he is still not in love but gradually both Rosy and Raju fell in love with eachother and then Rosy's husband comes to meet her and the trouble starts from there.If Rosy would have desired she would have saved her mentor and lover Raju, who has sacrificed everything for her , but she decided against it (During that part the songs that have been picturised are excellent.)and Raju goes to jail for forgery and then the salvation of Soul part comes in the end .
Actually all the songs that were picturised were excellent.S D Burman was at his best.
Vijay Anand( fondly known as Goldie) was brilliant.RK Narayan story was best .Everything was best.Even Dev Anand himself was excellent in acting.If one can observe , one will not see the Dev Anand style of moving the hand or shoulder in one manner he use to do.His head remains steady.His hand remains steady .His shoulder remains steady.Dev Anand remains steady in whole picture.....That was a Touch of Vijay Anand , the Director.He was brilliant.
Some of Goldies Hits are Tesri Manzil , Johny Mera Nam, Blackmail( Dharm, Rakhee) etc.....
But since 1949 The Nav Ketan banner gave 18 hits films and tha is record in its own.
Dev Anand was in Love with Zenat and at that time Dev Anand was 55 and Zenat was 27.Does love has any boundries?
Read on:
Excerpts from his autobiography reveal his obsession with the sex bomb, and how Raj Kapoor spoilt it one night
Zeenat and I started being linked with each other in the magazines and newspapers that people hungry for gossip love to read. For, while she was the adorable painting that they loved to watch, admire and emulate, I was the painter who had etched that painting. The colours were mine as was the finished drawing on the canvas. While she as a person was God’s creation, her image was of my making, and together we became inseparable in the public eye.
Whenever and wherever she was talked about glowingly, I loved it; and whenever and wherever I was discussed in the same vein, she was jubilant. In the subconscious, we had become emotionally attached to each other. At the silver jubilee celebration of Hare Rama Hare Krishna at a theatre in Calcutta, as Usha Uthup, the famous pop singer, sang the ‘Dum maro dum’ number on stage and reached the crescendo of her rendering, she pulled Zeenat, who was sitting in the audience, on stage; Zeenat in turn pulled me on stage too, so that together we could sing along with Usha. The audience in a moment of spontaneity also jumped up on stage and the song became a chorus of over a hundred voices. The maddened crowds picked Zeenat up on their shoulders, raising her heavenwards. I felt proud of her, and yet, at the same time, I felt a stab of jealousy; of possessiveness as well.
How could they own her in that way? She was my prized possession! I knew it was a stupid thought on my part, but I couldn’t help it. ( That exactly happens when one is madly in love with someone, one starts thinking stupidly and here you have a celebrity and level headed person like Dev Anand doing that.......lol.....)
A couple of years later, after the premiere of Ishq Ishq Ishq at Metro cinema, Raj Kapoor kissed Zeenat in full view of the invited audience, congratulating her for her sparkling performance in the film. That must have made her evening all the more sparkling. Again I felt proud of her, as much as I admired Raj Kapoor for his honest and spontaneous reaction. Complimenting her was indirectly complimenting her mentor, and I inwardly saluted my contemporary film-maker for his sound judgement. Yet, I was jealous of him for making advances on what I considered my sole possession, my discovery, my leading lady, and desiring her with a kiss. Time moved on. Suddenly, one day, I felt I was desperately in love with Zeenat—and wanted to say so to her! To make a honest confession, at a very special, exclusive place meant for romance. I chose the Rendezvous at the Taj, on the top of the city, where we had dined together once earlier.
No setting could be more appropriate, I thought, than a quiet candlelit table in the corner, the candle throwing its gleam on Zeenat’s face, just as the glow of her cigarette-lighter had lit up her face when I first met her. The dimmed lights of the city below, shining out of the darkness, would certainly light up the romance of the moment.
I called her up to say, ‘Zeenie, I want to go out on a date with you tonight.’
‘But aren’t we already going together to a party tonight?’ she asked me.
‘Of course we are. But let’s just go there only for a brief while, say Hi to the gathering, and then quickly disappear!’ It was an order, but very lovingly conveyed.
She was quiet.
‘H-e-ll-o!’ I said.
‘Yes, I am listening.’
‘Is that a date?’ I asked.
‘If you so desire. See you then!’ And she hung up.
I picked her up. Together we went to the party. It was on in full force. The first person who greeted Zeenat from a distance was a drunken Raj Kapoor, with a gallant drawl, ‘There she is!’ He threw his arms around her exuberantly.
This suddenly struck me as a little too familiar. And the way she reciprocated his embrace seemed much more than just polite and courteous. She quickly bent down to touch his feet, and then Romancing With Life gave me an embarrassed look. Raj grasped my hand in a very tightgrip, like never before, as if trying to make amends for some wrong he had done, suddenly overflowing with affection.
A hint of suspicion crossed my mind. A couple of days earlier, a rumour had been floating around that Zeenat had gone to Raj’s studio for a screen test for the main role in his new movie Satyam Shivam Sundaram. The hearsay now started ringing true. My heart was bleeding.
‘You are breaking your promise,’ Raj was now telling Zeenat in his drunken joviality, ‘that you will always be seen by me only in a white sari!’
More embarrassment was writ large on her face, and Zeenat was not the same Zeenat for me any more. My heart broke into pieces. I wanted to leave the party at once and go off somewhere alone, to be just by myself, so that I could swallow the humiliation thrust on my ego.
But a struggle within me transformed itself into a ‘to-hell-withit- all’ attitude, and prompted me to say goodbye to a relationship which, though it had been non-committal emotionally on both sides, had been honest all the same. There was no space in it for professional dishonesty.
The painting I had made of her started showing signs of cracking.
‘How long do you intend staying here, Zeenat?’ I asked her.
She looked at Raj, as if seeking his permission to leave.
‘Let her stay here, Dev—and you too—enjoy!’ he said in a drunken drawl.
‘By all means,’ I said. ‘Enjoy, Zeenat. Call me up later, when you feel like it!’
‘But aren’t we suppose to be going to the other place together?’ she casually asked.
‘Doesn’t matter!’ I said.
The rendezvous had already lost all meaning in my mind. I sneaked out of the place, quietly apologizing to the host. The evening delivered a blow to my personality, and my dominating spirit. I had decided on the spur of the moment to tell Zeenat for the first time how much I loved her. And that there was an idea in my mind of another story that would put her on a pedestal as never before, the highest so far. But that was never to be. And so be it! I quickly detached myself, convincing myself that I had blundered, taking too many things for granted.
( That is a blunder a person does , taking for granted and actually that is never the case, the opposite sex has no intentions like that......but when someone is madly in love with someone, that happens and the best thing is what Dev Anand did, coming out of it as early as possible)
There was no need for me to let any rancour germinate in my mind against Zeenat.
I had prepared her for the world, and she was free to go into the arms of anyone who would help her further her ambitious dreams. A group of chanting devotees was passing by my car. I sat listening to the sound of cymbals and bells.
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Ram Hare Ram
Ram Ram Hare Hare
I closed my eyes. Zeenat still remained beautiful in my eyes, with an honest soul. And Raj a passionate film-maker. I opened my eyes. A streak of lightning seemed to flash across my mind and inspired a new thought. I started pursuing it. A new chapter was thrown open before me, its first pages slowly unfolding.
The idea of a new film was coming slowly into focus.
Romancing with Life: An Autobiography by Dev Anand has been published by Viking/Penguin
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I will only rhym the line of his song from HumDono:
"Main Zindagi ka sath nibhata chala gaya, har fikr ko dhuen main udata chala gaya...."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sagi0o-d7XU
Enjoy at YouTube......
Dev Anand himself has confessed in one of his recent interview at TimesNow that this song gave him a new dimension of looking at LIFE......
Dear Sir
ReplyDeleteNeed views on Sujana Towers,spanco ltd.
And your recommended portfolio for 2012
Regards
Om
Hi Om,
ReplyDeleteI know you are impatient about my view on Sujana Towers and Spanco Ltd but I was busy with something else and maybe I will not be able to write or reply quickly.I maybe relocating from where I am staying and hence I am busy with all those things.
Well, we all know that in Sujana Towers Shiv Shankaran has taken stake at Rs 125 , 10 Fv and it is now 1 Fv so, he took stake at 12.5 and Sujana Towers is at 9 and hence quoting below 12....well, I feel in Dec there will be a rally as CentralBank is lending money to EU Banks but after that if rupee do not appreciate, inflation will not come down our growth will come down too in that circumstances, India still can underperform.
Spanco Ltd, it is showing a good results and I have seen that Kapil Puri is buying from the market and increasing the stake.
Don't average anything now......wait for some more time, and that is my opinion....
I will comeout with my list soon for 2012....
Dear rajeev sir
ReplyDeleteI hav e this SKS logistics bought at 38 or so,its in doldrums but is paying dividend regularly,reliance SEZ on the outskirts where SKS has its land base is not materialising i think,should i dump and get out of sks or average it,your advice matters,please reply
sbk-
ReplyDeletedear sir !venus remidies got award continues 4th time Best performer achiever this year also----
fundaspeak, makes no sense selling SKS at 10.....I think u should hold on and wait for market to comeup and then sell when it goes up...
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