It’s amazing
how words fail you when you’re trying to pen down a few lines in praise of your
favourite wordsmith.
I don’t
remember exactly what the moment was when I felt the full impact of Gulzar’s
poetry and lyrics. But it must have been way back in school, when there was
hardly anything to watch on television and listening to music was my favourite pastime,
specially just before sleeping. Fond of old Hindi film songs, I would end up
listening to quite a few gems from the era gone by.
And then one
night, they played the song ‘Mera Kuch Saamaan’ from Ijazat. I had not seen the
movie and had never heard the song. What a beautiful, beautiful track! If this
is what they called poetry, then I wanted to listen to all of it, listen to all
of Gulzar saab’s songs. I heard more of him, discovered more of him. I think if
there’s one word to describe his lyrics, it would have to be honest. I often
find myself nodding my head listening to his poetry because somewhere deep
inside, his words resonate with me. As I’m sure, they do with others. Because
at the end of the day, all of us are the same. And Gulzar speaks for all of us.
His words, ringing out clearly and honestly.
With Gulzar saab and a photobomber at Prithvi Theatre, Mumbai
I’m
privileged to be in a profession where one of the biggest perks of the job is
that I can meet people who I really admire. And meeting Gulzar saab and talking
to him, not once but on quite a few occasions, will always remain special for
me. Call me old school, but I hate getting pictures clicked with celebrities or
people I interview. But each time I meet this man, I get one clicked with him.
Whether it
was his casual way of asking ‘haina?’ after completing a sentence or sharing a
hilarious anecdote about his camaraderie with Pancham, it was Gulzar saab’s
childlike demeanour that stood out at every occasion. But the incident I recall
with utmost fondness is when he played a prank on me! I had interviewed him at
his house in Pali Naka, Bandra and the photographer was clicking his pictures. I
knew his beloved pet dog Pali had passed away some time ago and I asked him if
he would ever consider keep a dog again. “But I have already. There he is,
sleeping in the corner,” he said. I was surprised and whipped around to see a
small dog curled up in a basket in a corner of the room. “Go ahead, he won’t do
anything,” he urged. Being a little afraid of dogs in general, I cautiously
moved ahead, hoping that he keeps sleeping. It was only when I had reached the
edge of the basket did I realise that it was indeed a bronze cast of the dog! “Gulzar
saab, I can’t believe you played a joke on me!” I exclaimed while he had a
hearty laugh. “I like doing this to people,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
On his 82nd
birthday today, I wish Gulzar saab many, many more years of a healthy and happy
life. May his words keep speaking to us, always.
Much love
The Art
Addict