Saturday, September 27, 2008

Whatever happened to....... Sulakshana Pandit

This is one of the saddest interveiws ever! It's so bad that she has been so badly treated by life, such a famous actress of her time who lives like she has never earned or done anything in her life!

I hesitate to enter the open doorway before me. Surely no one could be living here. The walls are bare, the rooms bereft of furniture, clothes lie strewn all over the floor. A door on the right leads to the kitchen, in which I can see only a gas stove. A meal couldn't have been cooked here in months. As I move warily into the living room, my escort addresses a figure on the four-seater sofa that has obviously seen better days. "There's someone to meet you." The face that looks at me is familiar. But a far cry from the Sulakshana Pandit I knew, a woman who loved piling on the make- up, the clothes, the jewelery. The woman in front of me is dressed in a faded nightie teamed with a salwar, her neck weighed down by a massive brass figurine of Balaji hanging on a nada . The one thing that's intact about Sulakshana is her complexion. She may well have just stepped out of the beauty parlor after an expensive facial. Her glazed eyes try to focus on the unaccustomed sight of a visitor and when I introduce myself, she excuses herself to freshen up. I look around the living room. It is a large one by Mumbai standards--two flats have been combined to make up one comprising around 2000 square feet. Parts of the false ceiling have given way. There are no lights or fans. A wall unit stands, bare. A huge Ganpati calendar is stuck on the wall near a window that opens onto the sea. Returning, Sulakshana leads me to a smaller room. Here, too, pieces of cloth lie scattered on the floor. A wall cupboard has obviously been removed from the room, but a full length mirror still dominates a wall. She promptly heads for it to check her face. And then gestures me to sit down on the floor for a chat. (In her heyday spots boys probablt rushed to get her chairs and now she can't even provide her company any!)

"How I wish I'd won some prestigious awards so that film-makers and music directors would know that I'm still around," she sighs (She did get the Filmfare award in 1976 for best Femal Singer for "Tu Sagar Hai" from Sankalp)
. "Somehow, I stopped getting work quite some time ago. But people still tell me that I have a good voice and that I should return to playback singing. "Whenever I'm alone, I go to my shack on the beach and sing with my harmonium or tanpura. I know I can no longer return to lead roles in Hindi films but my voice is still good." In her days, Sulakshana acted in over 50 films with the top heroes and banners of the time. She sang most of her own songs and, apart from the solos, had the opportunity to sing with Lata Mangeshkar, Mohammed Rafi, Mukesh and Manna Dey.

She longs to sing again. "I'd feel highly obliged if my brothers (composers Jatin-Lalit), Anu Malik or A R Rahman gave me a chance," she says softly. "My brothers feel I'm not big enough a name today. I agree that they needed to work with
well- established singers like Kavita Krishnamoorthy and Alka Yagnik when they were just starting out and needed to find a foothold in showbiz. But once they'd done that, they could have given me some songs to sing. Lataji is still going strong at 70-plus. I'm only 40-plus. If they'd helped me out, I wouldn't be in the situation I'm in today. But I'm glad that the singers my brothers have worked with have brought them popularity." She then recalls the day Jatin had come over to show her his new car. "He asked me whether I'd like to keep it. Of course I couldn't. As it is, I hardly go out. He needs it more. I love Jatin, he's the son I never had," she smiles faintly. And says in an aside, "I wish they'd been given Devdas to score. They would have been ideal since we belong to Kolkata and they have the necessary classical background." A long pause. Then, tears welling up, she gasps, "I've been very upset ever since my mother passed away three years ago. A very spiritual lady, she was the one who provided me with strong moral support all through my life. There's been no one to look after me since. Zindagi veerana ho gayee hai. Wiping her eyes, she continues, "I know it's said that I'm pagal but that's not true. Music is constantly on my lips. And like so many other singers, I use my hands freely while singing. Is that pagalpan? Well, dil to pagal hai hi. Those who call me insane are just jealous of me. By the grace of God, I'm okay."

Sitting up suddenly, she says with a determined look, "It was from my mother that I learnt never to give up. Even after my father left us, she single-handedly brought up the seven of us-- three brothers and four sisters. I looked after my brothers and sisters, I did whatever my mother asked me to do for them, no questions asked. But I'm not God, I'm just a human being. I've learnt that helping your family is fine but that you have to think of yourself and your last days too." For now, she has her elder sister, Maya, and her 20-year-old nephew Varun living with her. She tells me pointedly, "But I haven't asked anyone for money. Roti-dal to kha hi leti hoon. I've done a lot for others. I'm confident that when I die, my brothers and sisters from the film industry will mourn me. The colleagues I worked with were always nice to me, they respected me. In fact, they're upset that I no longer have a car or even a telephone. But I'm above such material things." How does she manage to survive? By Sulakshana's account, Jatin and Lalit give her some money every month. Her sisters--Vijayeta and Sandhya--help, too. Vijayeta provides the rations and visits her while Sandhya pays her electricity bill, she says.

Tears flood her eyes yet again as she veers off into a memory and confides: "I
loved Sanjeev Kumar so much. He was so nice. He'd given me a set made with yellow sapphires. But he spoiled my life. One day, after his bypass operation, we had gone to a Hanuman mandir in Delhi. I told him that I loved him and asked him to put sindoor in my parting. I told him to marry me so that I could look after him. But he refused, saying that he could never forget his first love, Hema Malini. He used to cry for her. His death shattered me." She reflects, "Life is so short. Why fight? Each one of us has to go some day. What do you get by hurting others? Why get into yeh tera hai, yeh mera hai? Iske saath kaam karo, uske saath nahin. Why such politics? That's a dirty game. Keep away from it." Music is her only solace, she says. Whenever reality gets too much to bear, she sings herself a song from Hum Dono; she calls it the song of her life:

Mein zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya Har fikra ko dhuen mein udata chala gaya Barbadiyon ka sog manana fizul tha Barbadiyon ka jashna manata chala gaya Jo mil gaya ussiko muqaddar samajh liya Jo kho gaya main usko bhula ta chala gaya Gham aur khushi mein farqa na mehsus ho jahan Mein dil ko us maqaam pe laata chala gaya... Her song plays in my mind as I prepare to make my exit. She waits with me for the lift. "It was nice speaking to you," she smiles. "Dil halka hua."

- Meera Joshi

More on Sulaskshana from Wikipedia:
She was forced to put it up for sale, and it remained on the market for several months, until finally her former leading man Jeetendra came to her rescue by convincing his brother-in-law to purchase the flat. From the proceeds of the sale, she was able to pay off her debts and purchase three apartments.Her sister Vijeta Pandit and brother-in-law, music composer Aadesh Shrivastava took her in and are helping her get back on her feet. Aadesh has indicated that he was composing a devotional album for Sulakshana.Recent update: Unfortunately, Sulakshana has since been able to retain only one of the new flats, as an older brother and other sisters stole most of the proceeds from the sale of her flat.

I truly wonder what crime she committed in what lifetime that she is paying for them in this lifetime!

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Rekha and her Men

SHE was just a fifteen - year - old with an enviable bust line (read forty-two), when she first landed in Bombay fresh out of the starched uniform of some convent school in Madras.

It was in the winter of '68 that Mohan Segal signed Rekha for her first Hindi movie opposite Navin Nischol: The name Sawan Bhadon. A party was thrown to introduce her to the press.
Most newcomers are shy and hesitant. Not Rekha. Her answers to all questions were bold and spoken out. And as the intake of pegs by our brethren of the Fourth Estate increased, so did their questions grow bolder. Yet Rekha was never at a loss for the quick retort.

By the time that party was over no doubts remained that she had won the journalists completely over. They had never encountered anyone, new or old, who was as frank and fearless as this brash, young girl-woman. Could this outspoken fifteen-year-old have been coached to say the boldest things? I doubt it. The girl had apparently seen life raw and lived it to the full even before catching that plane to Bombay. She knew how to speak for herself.

Sajid Khan

The Sawan Bhadon unit did not immediately leave for location shooting in Poona. In the meantime, Mohan Segal had put up Rekha and her mother at a posh hotel in Juhu. Rekha was given tuition to perfect her Hindi diction, and her dancing.
It was during this period that Sajid Khan had just returned from the States after making a big name for himself there.

Rekha spotted him one morning at Mehboob Studios.It was the blast-off for her first serious friendship,I remember Rekha's words clearly when she set eyes on him, because I was around then and saw what occurred."Oh my God!" this was said with awe and reverence. "That's Sajid Khan? He's my favourite! I'm in love with him! I have collected every photograph of his!"She scrambled out of the van in which she had driven into the studio compound and ran straight up to Sajid Khan. And that was that!

There followed a rapid succession of midnight rendezvous; midnight-to-hell drives; and nine o'clock pairs to parties. Sajid was the more experienced of the two-I mean, he'd been in permissive America and all that. Rekha accompanied him everywhere he went. How can you blame a poor girl who finds herself face to face with the idol of whom she's dreamed for nights without end? Their dosti went on strong until Rekha had to go to Poona for a month-long location-shooting of Sawan Bhadon. Sajid obviously couldn't tag along, nor was Rekha a big enough star to demand that the unit take her boy-friend along, as well.
So exit Sajid Khan and enter Navin Nischol.

Navin Nischol

Poona and Sawan Bhadon brought Rekha face to face with the handsome, sleek and suave Navin (he'd just that year finished at the Poona Film Institute). Rekha was bowled over.

Two things, however, apparently deterred Navin from Rekha. Firstly, his wife was present on location. And secondly, this brash girl was apparently more crude and earthy than the suave connoisseur's tastes would permit. And her behavior was too school-girlish. Rekha, always a frank and forthright, made it clear that she liked him a lot. But Navin coolly resisted all invitations in Poona, at least. Location shooting over, Navin and Rekha returned to Bombay where our heroine again took up the old continuity with first flame. Sajid, who had earlier once confessed that she was more than he could handle, now started to cling to her in the hope that she might be good for his career.

The second stage of Sawan Bhadon now commenced-the indoor shooting stage. So again, enter Navin and exit Sajid. Every arrow in Cupid's bow was shot at the new target, Navin, who had first resisted but now relented.

A man's a man, after all! They met mostly after shooting (most of the indoors of Sawan Bhadon were done at Roop Tera Studios) in Navin's car parked in nooks and crannies of the Western Express Highway. They also had to attend premieres and film-functions together. One pretty air-hostess who had flown them Air-India from Bombay to Delhi told me that they were very lovey-dovey throughout the flight (under cover of an open newspaper, of course!)

Did they tire of one another? Or did Rekha realize that Navin, being a married man wouldn't be able to go far with her? Whatever be the real reason for the break-up, the fact is that one night after quite a few pegs Navin con?fessed that "she drained me." The sentence speaks for itself.

Sawan Bhadon was a thumping success. It celebrated silver jubilees everywhere. It was the first non-star cast, low-budget movie to break the stranglehold of big star-cast productions. And it propelled two newcomers to stardom's dizzy heights. Both Navin and Rekha signed up movies by the dozen.


Rekha now signed up with her new friend, philosopher and guide (no, not Mohan Seghal) Kuljit Paul, who had taken charge of her affairs (read business) and consequently management of her finances too. Naturally, he starred Rekha in his own movie, a pot-boiler called Anjana Safar ( later retitled Do Shikari), and Biswajit as the leading-man. It was he who gave Rekha her first kiss-her first screen kiss, I mean-by creeping up behind her, swinging her into his arms and grinding his lips on hers.

Biswajit really must have dynamite in his lips (because his are certainly not the sexiest ones around) for poor Rekha apparently fainted off right away! And, to cap it all, LIFE Magazine did a feature showing a photograph of hers in that kiss-and-faint scene!
So enter Biswajit!

Rekha went about promoting her friendship with Biswajit very quickly. She was always at his house (Biswajit's wife was always in Calcutta) while the friendship lasted, which wasn't very long. It cooled off rapidly too-perhaps because by then Biswajit's professional career had begun its sharp nosedive-and both Rekha and Biswajit became really good friends in the most innocent sense of that term!


When producer B. N. Ghosh (he was Jeetendra's secretary) teamed Rekha with Jeetendra in his movie Ek Bechara in 1970, Rekha was a very popular star, while Jeetu had had flops all around him like nine pins, after his huge initial success in Farz. A smooth and fast worker is our acrobatic hero, Jeetendra. So when he started making advances to her, poor girl, she was easily fooled into thinking it was love. Rekha gives of her heart and her emotions easily. But Jeetu was in it for the publicity value of the romance, to help bolster his sagging star career. Luckily Ek Bechara was moderately successful, so Jeetu and Rekha were again teamed together by producer Kundan Kumar in Anokhi Ada.

Half-way through this movie, a sudden crack appeared in their relationship. The rift widened rapidly and noticeably until the chasm between them became unbridgeable. It is said that it was entirely the man's fault. The unit boys and invisible workers, who watch everything most observantly on all studio sets, reported in to say that he used to treat her like a doormat.

One day, while shooting on a huge set with about a hundred junior artistes also present, Jeetendra was heard to remark (unintentionally loud) to his hangers-on what he thought of her. Rekha heard that. And it hurt, badly. Like a wounded deer she fled from the sets into her makeup room, flung herself on the couch and sobbed her heart out. She never spoke to Jeetendra again, and she will never speak to him for the rest of her life.

Anokhi Ada was completed with the utmost difficulty. Whatever romance and love scenes you saw in that movie after the interval were just put-ons for the benefit of the cameras. During the shooting, after every take, they would not look at one another. That chapter in her life was closed for ever. The end of the Jeetendra friendship found Rekha at the height of mental suffering, misery and emotional insecurity.

Shatrughan Sinha

The film industry is notorious for wolves on the prowl and Rekha was the easy victim. People who I know to be scum of the filthiest order exploited this gullible and ge?nerous-hearted girl and cheated her out of lakhs of rupees. It was inevitable that there be some reaction. There was. Rekha had a nervous breakdown, and when she surfaced Shatrughan Sinha was there to give her a consoling arm. It is to the credit of Shatru that though a blabber-mouth by nature, he kept very quiet about Rekha and himself, even though he needed the publicity very, very badly at that time. That news of it broke out subsequently was no fault of his.

In the movie industry people do get to know about each others affairs. Remember, movie land comprises of only about fifty news makers. In due course, the infatuation between Shatru and Rekha also fizzled out and today they're merely good friends-and also good co-workers. They're starring together in a couple of movies now on the floors.

I didn't know they were ever together until this article!

Vinod Mehra

Approximately at this time the first genuine lover she's ever had entered Rekha's life -Vinod Mehra, a gentleman to his fingertips. Who spotted who is immaterial now, but neither of them could live without the other. They were seen everywhere together- holding hands, smooching, necking, driving around in Vinod's Volkswagen, having dinner in the wee hours of the morning in a cozy corner of the Shamiana. They were so close to one another that Rekha was also the unofficial hostess at Vinod's sister's marriage-and that's saying a hell of a lot!

Whenever Rekha came in for criticism, Vinod Mehra was always there to defend her, both verbally and in print.

He was the first genuine guy who loved Rekha for Rekha's sake - not for Rekha, the famous. His was the only serious concern in the vast ocean of hypocritical and money-motivated love, which lapped all around this good-hearted but foolish girl. But there was one hitch. Vinod's mother did not want Rekha as her bahu. She kept discouraging Vinod, but he was adamant. At one stage Rekha wanted him to choose -beloved or mother. I believe Vinod skirted this ultimatum by persuading Rekha to bide her time while he tried to heal the rift between mother and sweetheart.

Yash Kohli

(this is from Annual Women Leaders In India Summit June 2014)

The wait was a long wait. It appeared to stretch right up to forever-and Rekha's one hell of an impatient gal! And then suddenly this dashing young fellow called Baba appeared on the scene. He sprouted out of the Nav Ketan office one fine morning, where he had been planted by Uncle Dev Anand to look after his business affairs. Yash Kohli (for that is Baba's real name) soon became a producer and naturally -starred Rekha in his movie Double Cross. Inevitably, the Rekha-Baba romance hit sensation-hungry headlines. Yash Kohli is kind, large-hearted, ever-smiling and perfect company, and this sort of nature has always strongly appealed to Rekha.

Whenever Vinod Mehra was away from Bombay either for location shootings or to attend film premieres in other cities, Rekha could be seen with Yash Kohli at this or that restaurant, hotel, or in his black Fiat. She was soon dividing her time evenly between Baba and Vinod. Rekha must have by then given up hopes that Vinod's mother would ever agree to have her as a bahu. Rekha's outbursts against Vinod's mother continued and, as usual, Vinod maintained a discreet silence about everything and continued to defend Rekha in public. Even after that now immortal "poisoned upma" episode it was Vinod Mehra who called the press conference. Wasn't all this manifestation of the total love that he bore for her?

Did Vinod and Rekha get married secretly? Apparently they did, in Calcutta. The latest gossip indicates that they are both seeking a divorce. And the split is now final because Vinod, when he took up with Rekha, never dated anybody else. He is now occasionally seen dating Zahida, or and this or that girl. Rekha did the most foolish thing of her twenty-one years when she ditched Vinod. He was the only man who had brought some sort of stability to her stress-filled and chaotic life.

Kiran Kumar

Rekha's latest is now Kiran Kumar. He, who had once declared that he would marry Yogeeta, now took Rekha's hand in his own and her head on his shoulders. Vinod Mehra and Kiran Kumar had once been on the best of terms, so much so that each used to confide to each other about their respective loves. I do not know who the villain of the piece is -if there is one-or did Rekha on the rebound throw herself into the nearest available arms? Only time will tell.

Rekha insists that her true love was always Yash Kohli and that she had been leading Vinod Mehra on as she is leading Kiran Kumar on now. "I don't even feel anything for the boy (Kiran)," Rekha says. She just did it to make Baba jealous.

"I've lived a facade," Rekha says, "and no one is more miserable than me today."

The big question is: can Rekha ever hold on to anybody for good? Why does she feel this compulsive need to flit from man to man in search of some ultimate gratification she never seems to find? Will she ever find the perfect a man? Or will her life be one long quest-always seeking, never finding?

Rekha is a nice girl. True, she never had much of adolescence, with the spotlights beckoning her at such a tender age. No doubt, she is flying high but with broken wings, regrets and memories that will make her toss and turn through countless sleepless nights.

Though the original story published then in CineBlitz ends here, but destiny was fast paving way for Rekha to find the man with whom her romance and association would be remembered for years to come. Rekha and Amitabh fell in love and still are one of the most written about couples the industry ever saw.
Lets not also forget that in 1990 she married Mukesh Aggarwal, who then later in 1991 committed suicide.

Reproduced from the original article published in Cine Blitz. Copyrights exclusively owned by VJM Media Pvt. Ltd.

My First Sex Experience: Rajesh Khanna

Rajesh Khanna talks about his women & sex

It was so weird to read about Rajesh talikng about his sexual experiences, it was a little creepy! But its a great read!

Rajesh Khanna craze, swept the country like wildfire shares his first Sex experience

The years 1969, 1970 and 1971 in which the Rajesh Khanna craze, swept the country like wildfire, will always be remembered because nothing quite like this mass hysteria ever happened in movie history before. "Aradhana", "Ittefaq", "Do Raaste", "Sachaa Jhutha", "Sa-far", "Aan Milo Sajna," "Anand", "Kati Patang", "Andaz" and "Haathi Mere Saathi" - with bewildering rapidity these films not only became tremendous successes, but they set off and perpetuated a craze that engulfed young and old alike, and hypnotised the entire nation into the sort of concentrated mass adulation which has been afforded, for brief periods, to only one or two other actors before .him.

Much has happened in the last few event-crammed years. The craze of the Super Star was momentarily dimmed (much to the glee of the innumerable people jealous of him) by some flops in 1972 and 1973. Yet in this period he had such hits as "Amar Prem", "Aan Milo Sajna" and "Dushman".

Daag" set the graph zooming upwards again. One woman who had stuck on like a leech got shaken out of his life, and another stepped in as though guided by Destiny to become his wife and the mother of his children - yes, the second one is on its way!
Her arms were always a refuge for me from the fearful, unknown world.

I would rest my head on her bosom and shut my eyes. And magically, all my problems, my fears, would vanish into thin air. Yes. She is my mother. The first love of my life . I remember my father as a hard-working man, who spoke A little and was always away from home. One day I asked my mother about it. She told me the early history of my father.

When he was only ten years old," my mother said, "Your father lost his father, and he was sent to stay at his elder sister's house. When I was married to your father I too stayed with them in a joint family at Amritsar.

Then one day there arose some misunderstanding between your father and your aunt. So he took us away from there and brought us to Bombay. Though I was born in a wealthy family, your father was too proud to take any help from anybody.

When we came to Bombay all we could afford was a one-tenement room in a chawl at Thakurdwar. There was no money. There was only your father's determination. And his hard work. He would have his one cup of tea in the morning and go to work. He had started his own business and had to slog day and night for it.

He never came for his afternoon meal, so on those days I too would skip eating in the afternoons. We have gone
through very hard times, son. But in that chawl room which your father and I made a home, in that room, son, I learned the meaning of life. ..."

I was born, an only child to my parents, eighteen years after their marriage, on December 29, 1942. When I was two years old, I was taken to a little village called Dhamalpur, not far from Karachi, where is situated the hereditary family gods of the Khanna family. And there they named me Jatindra, though nobody has ever called me anything but Kaka ever since.

The girl had large, light-brown eyes and they seemed always to be smiling at me. She would watch me cycling in the compound of the chawl where we lived. Once I fell, and she laughed loud and heartily. Then, seeing that blood sprang from a cut in my knee, she came running out with a bottle of iodine and a wad of cotton to render first-aid.

The Super Star mobbed by teenagers for his autograph in the grounds of Raj Kamal Studios.

I am in a school at Pedder Road, where girls and boys study together, and there is this girl a couple of classes senior to me. She takes me under her wing and goes out of her way to help me with my studies, and is kind to me.

I cannot be more than fourteen years old then.

This girl I'll call her Janice used to go after school to take private tuition's at a teacher's home somewhere at Hark-ness Road. One day she took me along with her. When we reached the place it was just opposite that lovely, deserted beach full of rocks she said : "You go out and wait there on the rocks. I'll just come." It was getting dark, and I was nervous. "Don't be long," I said. She smiled. "Don't be afraid. After a few minutes I'll plead a stomachache and ask the teacher to let me go home.''

It was quite dark when she came on the rocks where we were sitting.

Get up," she said. "Let's move further out."

My heart began to thump as she took me in her arms and kissed me. In a few moments I perceived that whereas I was awkward as an oaf she was adept and expert. I knew then why Janice had brought me here. Perhaps I had known it subconsciously, all along.
My manhood saluted her kisses and caresses. In the dark I could not quite understand the nature of her tumbling's until in a few seconds. I knew. She had freed both myself and her from the artificial constrictions of fabric and button, and now the touch of her hand was an excruciating agony-pleasure.

My heart had gone wild, like an elephant on the rampage. And even as she guided me to?wards her in the damp, sticky-sweet warm darkness of Her desire, I panicked as I realized I'd not be able to contain myself any longer.

And then, the deluge . . She clucked and sympathized like a comforting mother-hen. I felt terribly humiliated and was grateful for the darkness that hid the expression on my face from her.

No matter," she murmured, ministering gently to me, "It's all right. Don't worry."

I'm sorry," I mumbled, voice gone thick and indistinct. "I'm so sorry, I. .."

Shh! Don't say one word more !" her hand stopped my lips from speaking. "There's always tomorrow."

And there was! In fact, there were many tomorrows after that. . .

She was living in a ground-floor tenement and they had that small balcony sort of which opened in the chawl compound. She would sit there combing her long tresses, after her bath, and when she smiled at me I became all hot and confused.

I wanted very much to speak to her. but just didn't have the courage. Then that day I fell and hurt myself. After she dabbed iodine on my knee she helped me up and took me inside.

She brought the cycle and stood it up in the outside balcony. Then she tore some strips of cloth off an old saree and bandaged my knee. As she did so, her face came very close to mine. Before I knew what was what she kissed me lingeringly on the mouth. Black-out!

I shut my eyes and savored the deliciousness of that kiss, it seemed barely a few seconds, and then it was over.

I remember going home' and avoiding my mother for several hours. I simply dumped the cycle in the house and went up to my hideout on the terrace, totally involved in recreating this indelible experience over and over again in my mind.
Surekha, that was her name.

One afternoon she contrived to make up a group of friends to go for a matinee show at a nearby theater. There were about seven or eight of us, boys and girls from the chawl. It wasn't until days later that | learned that each one had bought his or her own ticket, but that she had paid for mine.

It was some wretched mythological and I didn't remember a thing about the movie because in the darkness we were seated side by side, and she had quietly taken my hand in hers.

As she stroked my hand I came to a glorious awakening, an arousal of such a vividly different nature that even to this day I can never forget her for the effect she had on me.

By then of course I was madly in love with Surekha. My entire being was totally involved in her

The experience in the theater was profoundly unforgettable. At one point in the film there was storm and lightning, lots of noise and lots of loud background music and everybody was staring fixedly at the screen, bound up in what was happening up there. And she took up my hand deftly to her bosom, flipped the saree over it, (so that nobody should see) and placed it on one little breast...

Creepppyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You just never think about actors (esp. the yesteryear ones) in that way, so It's hard to believe when they talk about it. Dev Anand gives very detailed accounts of two of his sexual experiences in his biography! I really wish actors and actresses were as brazen as the stars of yesteryear with their interviews!

Matrimonial For Sanjeev Kumar

Sanjeev Kumar, filmland's most amiable and eligible bachelor is a loner today!

Sanjeev Kumar, filmland's most amiable and eligible bachelor is a loner today!
Can you picture before you Sanjeev Kumar, dressed in spotless white dhoti-kurta and a cap on his head, looking every inch the Zariwala he is, going around the sacred fire, hand in hand with a blushing bride? Sanjeev has so much goodwill in the film world and outside that we are sure there will be unmistakable joy and cheer on the day he walks to the altar.

The altar has been sadly and systematically eluding him, almost with a vengeance, in spite of his best efforts.
He wants to get married. His mother is keen that he brings her a bahu.
That rang a bell and Cine Blitz offered to play Cupid.

Who'll be the lucky one? Girls, can you picture yourself as the Zariwala bride? Do you think you can be the ideal one in his life? If yes, send us your picture, in profile and full figure. Write to us about your family background, educational qualifications, accomplishments or aspirations, age, hobbies and so on.

Sanjeev Kumar has a fascination for girls who are utterly charming, who are neither lean nor amply loaded! He has a weakness for achievers, whether academic or otherwise and prefers to get married to a girl outside his profession. Though caste is no bar, the family prefers a Hindu girl.

Sanjeev Kumar?s mother is keen to see him married in her lifetime. He is successful and rich, but a loner and that bothers me no end, says she worriedly.
Marriage to a star is no bed of roses, unless the girl is sensible enough to make the home a happy one. Being a star naturally he has a tremendous teenage girl following and he can be, and he is, utterly charming to them. He is a bit of a flirt and it gives him a terrific kick to be that way, admits the mother laughingly.

Cine Blitz will personally hand over the proposals to Sanjeev Kumar's mother and her favourite girl?s photo will then be published in Cine Blitz. Negotiations will be conducted between the respective families.

I wonder if this article was written before he had a crush on Hema Malini or after? The sad thing is that he never got married, even though
Sulakshana Pandit was head over heels in love with him ( I will post that article too).

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The Bold & The Beautiful: Asha Sachdev

Asha Sachdev was a big, plump chick when she entered the Poona Film Institute, says a batch-mate of hers, but she was more sophisticated than the rest. Asha was frank, independent and mixed around with boys, hugged them, kissed them and used to run around with them. The result was that Asha started being called a flirt but as she told a friend, "I care a damn for what they talk behind my back." Her popularity with the boys naturally made all the other Institute girls jealous and a few of the boys too.
Rumours were spread about her so fast that she couldn't do anything to control them. "Why are people so vicious and narrow-minded?" she used to tell a good friend of hers. Any producer or director or actor who came down to Poona from Bombay to inspect the Institute merchandise naturally liked

Asha and took her out (like they took anybody else) for dinner or lunch to discuss matter
s-and the conclusions started all over again. The "notorious" reputation that she acquired at the Institute preceded her entry into films. People thought she was an "easy kill" ( Looking at the pic I wonder why she was thought of as an easy kill?) and they were disappointed because she just wouldn't play. Result? The roles were long in coming for her even in C grade films.

Suddenly in her second year, Asha went on a crash diet and thinned down in all
the right places and became even more beautiful. A cute face, big boobs, curves in the right places and showing talent for acting that wasn't there in the first year. Then luck came Asha's way. There was suddenly a dearth of good looking actresses in the industry and she got her first movie offers - A grade roles in B grade films and B grade roles in A grade films.
Asha followed her "I-don't-care-what-people-think" philosophy. "I have never made use of my body to get a role," she once said.Better roles started coming in for Asha, but they were all second grade and that was the time when Asha's romances started doing the rounds more than her work.

VijayArora was stuck on her and followed her around everywhere, before realizing the better and leaving the field to others. Asha was always stuck on Vinod Mehra but at that time he was stuck on Rekha. "He is the only gentleman I know," she used to rave about him.

Then all hell broke loose at Feroz Khan's party. Dharmendra dragged a willing Asha into a bedroom (some say toilet) and the press was right there ready to play it up to the hilt. (What did they exactly do int the bedroom/bathroom? I don't think Dharam would do that with the press around especially when he was courting HemaMalini!) But this didn't stop her from getting the plum role in Mohan Segal's Woh Main Nahin. The film brought out all the sexiness of Asha Sachdev, the actress. She showed she could act. But yet everybody wanted her in her negligee. "I guess I'm stuck." she told friends.

Today, she wears nothing but a sari, hiding "the most famous bustline after Katy Mirza". It was just the image she had, or projected, that earned her a notoriety she didn't deserve. The cleavage-showing, bikini-wearing Asha will be there no more and in her place we will have the new bindya-sari clad Sachdev in her place. And if that doesn't succeed, she can always change her name and start afresh like Nilu Bobby changed her name to Shoma Anand and became an instant hit.

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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Updates Made

Thanx to Sitaji, bollywoodfoodclub, memsaab, bollywoodblogger, nirmal loves nihangs, thebollywoodfan and Anonymous I have decided not to kill this blog! Instead of posting pics directly onto this blog I have uploaded them into Google web albums instead. All of the links are posted on the Left side of blog so you can view all of the pics there! I'm still shifting stuff around so i will change the links again! Please feel free to leave comments here or at web albums pics, I will reply as soon as possible! Enjoy the pics!