‘Age
has its own Advantages’
By
J.L.Gupta
Age
has its own advantages. You see more. The other day I saw Ranbir Kapoor on
television talking to his father Rishi Kapoor in the voice of Amitabh Bachchan.
Rishi’s response was natural. “Yes Sir ....!” But the icing on the cake was
when, a while later, Mr. Bachchan actually rang up Rishi and said “Chintu! This
is Amitabh Bachchan from KBC.” Rishi’s immediate reaction was, “Do not try to
fool me. I just spoke to him.”
Almost
spontaneously, the mind went back by more than fifty years. To the late
fifties. To my almamater. The packed auditorium in the Government College, Chandigarh.
As usual, the Principal, Mr. K.S. Thapar was on the stage. In his suit and
academic gown, with a distinguished guest – Shri Prithviraj Kapoor, the famous
Actor. He was visiting the College as a part of the programme to familiarise
the students with the best in every field. This was a regular practice in the
college which gave the students a good exposure.
It
was a really cold day. A chilly wind was blowing. Yet, the place was packed to capacity.
The
Principal gave a brief introduction. And then, the students requested Mr.
Kapoor to give them a glimpse of the characters that he liked. ‘From
Shakespeare?’ he asked. Hearing the response, he moved a little. Soon, we were
hearing Antony’s impassioned oration in Julius Caesar:
“Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend
me your ears;
I have come to bury Caesar, Not to
praise him.
The evil that men do lives after
them;
The
good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar
................................”
And then, it was
Brutus’s reasoned eloquence:
“Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Hear me for
my cause,
... If there be any in this assembly,
any
dear friend of Caesar’s, to him I say, that Brutus’s love to Caesar
was
no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against
Caesar,
this is my answer – not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved
Rome
more. ...........................................................”
Then,
he just covered his head a little with the collar, moved slightly away from the
microphone. Now, it was Othello (the face looking as dark as Shakespeare would
have liked without any makeup having been applied) talking of his beloved
Desdemona’s unfaithfulness:
“O
curse of marriage,
That
we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And
not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
And
live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than
keep a corner in the thing I love
For
others’ uses.”
And
then, he performed briefly from a Hindustani rendition of Kabuliwallah. The
switch over from chaste English to Hindustani was totally effortless. Everyone
was awestruck.
Thus,
the function had ended. But some of us were very lucky. The Principal had asked
us to join him for lunch in his office. At that time the venerable old man was
in his elements. Made everyone totally comfortable. Talked freely like a true
Panjabi. Thoroughly enjoyed his meal and coaxed others to eat more. Clearly, we
were in the presence of a versatile personality.
Less
than two decades later, the family met his son, Shri Raj Kapoor. On a holiday
in Kashmir. Men of my generation knew him well for his role in Awara; Sangam
and so many other films. He could make people cry and laugh at any time.
Then
came Rishi Kapoor. His performance in Bobby proved his great lineage. And now,
seeing Ranbir Kapoor mimic a person far senior to him, on the sets of KBC, it
was obvious that the great grandson of Shri Prithviraj Kapoor is truly a young
man with talent and proves the theory that “living organisms inherit features
from their ancestors.”
Happy
to have seen four generations perform.