Re: [nukkad] DEVDAS etc , this morn tv

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Now Dilip Kumar was an absolute heart breaker amongst the women of all ages.

The older ones loved him for his nasal nuances, the middle aged ones for 
his inconstancies in the matter of winning hearts and keeping hearts, as 
though this was preferable to the situation where hearts are won and 
kept forever and ever.

The very young girls adored him for his obvious maturity, and inherent 
danger of consorting, as also for his front lock of hair which dangled 
on forehead mos precariously, and swayed to and fro as the dialog 
delivered.

In that time film magazines were frowned upon by elders, and one copy of 
Filmfare circulated hidden amongst school books, through many hands, so 
that it lost its sheen and became dogeared.

Very many folk got to see a film about once in 3 months, maybe three or 
four times a year. The luckier ones, mainly the matronly women who had 
already taken lead over timid husbands, went once a month, and this 
bordered on wanton profligacy.

That time was the time of music, soft, classical, gentle, tuneful, every 
neighborhood having a household where in the early morning one could 
hear K L Saigal, and K C Dey the Blind Singer, and Kannan Balaji; Hindu 
bhajans and kirtans loved by all, treasured by all.

Often one house would have the gramophone, and would take care to keep 
the doors open so all the less endowed ones who had none could hear and 
enjoy.

The Indian Film was as yet an industry which opted for stalwart films 
like Dr Kotnis ki Amar Kahani, and Purin Bhagat.

The horror of commercialized Bollywood was as yet a nightmare unfelt and 
unseen. Bollywood! Simply because it ran tandem with Hollywood, which is 
in fact an actual neighborhood. Lahore had also a film industry base, I 
am glad they did not care to call it Lollywood.

I wonder if I am simply romanticizing as one does for bygone days, but 
there was an element distinctly of the land and the time, which went 
away, as does a pleasant dream.

Little did people know and feel, the huge and monstrous legions of the 
unborn and unshorn, looming over the phantom horizons. We did not know 
that the simple and innocent times were to be overwhelmed and inundated 
by mad hordes.

We slept the sleep of the peaceful one day, and awakened in a broken land.

An Age died, and no one knew it.

Arya-Holmes
Acufree.Com Inc
http://www.acu-free.com

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