Monday, May 25, 2015

A Legend Called Nawab Kashmiri - A Great Actor of Indian Cinema

photo courtesy Munawar N Kashmiri

These pictures are seeing the light of day for the first time .. no picture of Nawab Kashmiri exists on the net.. these are the first ones thanks to his son Manu Kashmiri who allowed me to share this doyens heritage with all of you..

My Tribute To One Of The Greatest Actors of Indian Cinema

We stayed as tenants at the house of Late Nawab Kashmiri.. He had already passed away when we came there ..His mother in law Ammi gave my father shelter , we were living in the far off slums at Kurla...My father used to work at N Swamy Rao tailoring establishment at  Colaba close to the old Colaba bus depot and Pandya  Parsi Agiary.

Nawab Saabs mother in law Ammi was blue blooded royalty daughter in law of the second son of Nawab Wajid Ali Shah .

The house was opulent , it had all the amenities even a mechanical life size horse on which  Nawab Sab did his exercise .. a huge  10 feet mirror on an ornate frame , where Nawab Sab I believe honed his acting .

As kids we would try out too.. Ammi had given some other parts of the house on rent too as it was huge , so we had Mr Perkins at the back with his handdsome children John Desmond and Christina , before the moved in a Parsi lady Mehroo lived there till she moved on the first floor of Rajsi Brothers at Electric House .

Ammi was very geneous and closely protective of two families that lived at Bhendi Bazar , Rajjo Baji Sarwar bhai of Piru lane their sons Sikandar , Ghulam Hussain and Ghulam Abbas .. Sarawr bhai drove a cab and his family originally from Madras were devout Shias.

Than there was Ishtiaque Bhai with his two children.. I remember his daughter Acchio as a child she was besotted in love with me ,, puppy love .. childish romance of dreams yet to be born..

In one of the side rooms lived one of their relatives Tutu Bhaiyaa , and Nawab Sabs brother Late Agha  Jani Kashmiri sab who lived at Warden Road was a regular visitor , handsomely dressed in a Tshirt and trousers ,,, Agha Jani Kashmiri sab , was dashing , and we looked forward to his visits he gave u money to buy sweets ,,

Ammi hosted Maulana Kabban sab , and there used to be a huge spread best of food and another person involved with the Nawab Saabs family was Nakkan Bhai Batatwala of Bhendi Bazar roo.. his beautiful daughter Ruksana was much loved by Akthar baji ..who was Nawab Sabs eldest daughter and two sons Anwar Bhai and Manu Bhaiyya.

Ruksana  died and it saddened all of us .. she loved nohas marsiyas and was a great human soul.

After Maulana Kabban Sab passed away his son Maulana Kalbe Abid Sab began visiting the family and my dad  a poor guy would call him to our house to taste our mothers delicacies .. Maulana Kalbe  Abid sab knew my mothers family late Daroga Nabban Sab of Pata Nala .Later my marriage with my wife Afshan was solmmenized by him .. in Lucknow.

The Perkins left when Mr Matthews bought the huge Kashmiri house and later the entire building embarrassingly naming it Jony Castle... The Perkins stayed at Shellys Hotel near Radio Club and than migrated to foreign lands .

My dad after leaving N Swamy Road where he woorked as a coatmaker took a shop on rent called Ambasaador next to Vali Mohomed Tailors and Charagh Din also on Wodehouse road .

My father Mohomed Shakir was a hot tempered crazy impulsive man and a born adventurous romantic ,, he once put a hot iron on the back of his chela Gobind ,,who worked for him.. Gobind Master stayed at Cuffe Parade but loved my Dad a lot despite this incident ,, For him his Guru was God ,,, 

The one great day was the regular Shayri mehfils at Nawab Sabs house .. mostly rendered by late Begum Akthar ...

Aye Mohabbat tere anjaam pe rona ayaaa . . .
Aye Mohabbat tere anjaam pe rona ayaaa
Aye Mohabbat tere
Janey kyo aaj tere naam pe rona ayaaa
Janey kyo aaj

Yu toh har . . . . .
Yu to har shaam umeedo may guzar jaati thi . . .
Aaj kucch baat hai jo shaam pe rona ayaa . .
Aaj kucch baat hai jo shaam pe. . . .

Kabhieeeee . . .
Kabhi takdeer kaa maatam . . .
Kabhhi duniya ka gilaaaa. . aaaaa
Manzil e ishq may har daam pe rona ayaa
Manzil e ishq may . .

Jab huaaaa . . .zikr zamaane may
Mohabbat ka shakeeee. . . .
Mujhko apne dile nakaam pe ronaaa ayaa
Aye Mohabbat tere anjaam pe rona ayaaa
Aye Mohabbat  . . .

So these were the early 50s  60 s of changing Colaba ... we moved away to Breach Candy and than finally settled at 3 Mohini Mansions Strand close to the hustle bustle of the Colaba Market ,,,

The house is still there my younger brother Zahir Shakir lives there now ,, we all moved away to our respective homes away from Home ,,, and these are but snippets of fading Memory 

And this post is for Zahra Jafar Mehdi​   daughter of my fairy godmother Akthar Baji ..without her I would have been just another typical Miya kid lost in the backlanes of oblivion.. a skull cap a lungi and a many holed  inner vest... chewing pan and spitting out the same on some white washed wall

She changed it all by educating me ,,,remolding me ,, and this is her great contribution ... so now you know why I shoot the poor the destitute the homeless I see myself in their eyes ,,, I could have  been one of them  if my dad had not bought us to live with Nawab Kashmiris family at Wodehouse Road...from the dirty filthy slums on a Hindu crematorium at Kurla ..

Actors Never Die They Are Immortalized On The Soul of Cinema Eternally

I wish  I could tell you my relationship with Mr Rajesh Khanna ..I had met him at a party during the success of Sauten ,,, than I met him when I wore a newspaper suit I had made for Govinda in Gambler and wore it for the premier of Mr Nitin Manmohans Eena Meena Dika ,, and he never forgot me ,,

When Moez his designer died .. he took me in his charge ,,and I made his personal clothes , and he would chat for hours and what really bought us together was his abundant love for Marziya my granddaughter she was 18 month old and he would feed her on his laps and rebuke me for not taking good care for her .. he would tell me Marziya is my granddaughter and Mazrziya loved him too .. He would ask me if I ever needed money and I would politely refuse  I would charge him only for the clothes I made ,..I had far too much respect for him , he was a legend and times would narrate filmy anecdotes that made me laugh and cry..

He would take me to the Ice cream parlor and honk at the guy to bring ice cream , for Marziya .. would insist dropping me home , and I would tell him my house lanes are bad so he would drop me near Boran Road and me rushing with the melting icecream for Marziya ..

He would call my wife if I was not well and such was his humanity ,, he would tell me not to give credit to his producers , take the money before delivering the clothes ,, he had great plans for me and when I rejoined Badasaab as a Gen Manager he was very upset, as now my time was no more mine ,, I could not come like old times  only on holidays ,, and this last shoot for Havel fan..he was in terrible pain , in very bad health but did the photo shoot and as soon as everyone had left he hugged me .. and asked me How Was It ,, I said super duper and we both had tears in our eyes ,,

Yes I miss Kakaji terribly , he left a part of him with me and nobody will ever take it away from me ,,,

Long Live Kakaji

I Shoot Death .. Upclose More as Poetry Less as Prose

i hide my fleshy soul
in  black clothes
i am naked in the
eyes of my inner
angst my camera
both ..i am happy
to be unhappy too
much happiness
would kill my creativity
a life without pain
i would loathe ,
i am hardly human
in a degraded world
of crass commercialism
calumny sycophancy
that only treats man
as a sacrificial goat

democracy decimated the soul
of man with a single vote

“What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs.”
a rumi quote

a poem dedicated to my very dear friend davidseibold

ek fakir jisne khaie hai dil pe gehri chot...sukhe hot ..