"Zindagi main kubhi kubhi 'surprises' se ziyada 'non-surprises' achhe lagte hain. Apka 'partner' subah subah kitna 'cranky' hoga. Jali hui 'chai' pe khud kitna jala huwa hoga. Subha jaate hue jo 'forehead' pe aik 'kiss' ki adat si ho jaati hai. Jub aap ki dawwiyaN aap ko koi aur yaad dilata hai. Jub aap ki khoi hui cheezain kisi aur ko mil jaati haiN. Jub saare ghar main har taraf kitabaiN bikhri pari hoti haiN. Jub saalon baad bhi toothpaste ke dhakkan kho jaate hain...aur bus aese hi bohat si batain....
..........kuch non-surprises aese ho jaate hain jese saans lene ki adat."
Friday, December 24, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
24 years prison!
"I was in federal prison, serving the seventh year of a 24-year sentence for a first-time nonviolent crack cocaine offense...Many things have changed in the last decade. I graduated from college, attended law school, got married, raised my son who was born while I was incarcerated and gave birth to a daughter. I also established my own foundation to give hope to children of incarcerated parents."
Interesting real life story of Kemba Smith Pradia here
Interesting real life story of Kemba Smith Pradia here
Monday, December 20, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Daddy's Girl
"I always wanted to be my Daddy's little girl. We were five sisters, but I always felt that my father keep distance from me - up to the point that I started thinking that - I was not her real daughter. As I grew up, I connected to him, and we started communicating - but I still feel that empty space left vacant when I was 6-7-8-9-10 years old."
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Saturday, December 18, 2010
Muhabbat ki Zaban
Hamari 'maid' spanish bolti hai aur use urdu/angrezi ka aik lafz nahi aata. Aur udhar hamari Amma ko spanish ka aik lafz nahi aata. Magar phir bhi dono ghantoN saath guzar leti hain. Dono aksar saath shopping kerne jaati hain! Ye kaunsi zaban hai jo do insaan bagair bole aik dusre se bol lete hain.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Kaun Sahi, Kaun Galat?
(Shared on dinner table)
Mere Abbu aik 'self made' insaan the. Mere dada ke paas bari daulat thi magar abbu ne un ka aik paisa nahi liya aur khali haat Pakistan hijrat ker gaye. Unhon ne Pakistan main apni zindagi phir se shuru ki, shadi ki aur hum 6 bhai bahen paida huwe. Abbu ne sadar main aik choti si dukan shuru ki. Mehnat aur lagan se use parwan charhaya. Jub bhai ne hum sab ko Canada ke liye 'sponsor' kiya to abbu makhmase (confusion) main par gaye ke 40 saal purani dukan ka kiya karain? Yun to woh dukan kiraye pe thi magar uski pagri (Goodwill) kum az kum 50-70 lakh hogi. Abbu ke liye woh Dukan bechna yun tha jese aulad ko bechna. Hum sab ke mashware pe abbu ne beech ka raasta akhtiyar kiya. Unhon ne Dukan apne 28 saal purane mulazim - Jamil Chacha - ko chalane de di. Waada ye tha ke agar kubhi abbu wapas aana chahain to dukan unhe mil jaaye. Aur har mahine Jamil Chacha 3000 rupe abbu ki mad main jama kerte jaayain. Baqi ooper jo kamai ho woh Jamil Chacha ki.
Jamil Chacha ke kehne pe abbu ne maalik makan se keh ker Dukan ki 'lease' apne naam se Jamil Chacha ke naam 'transfer' ker di. Do saal baad abbu Pakistan gaye to Jamil Chacha ne paise dene to darkinar bulke abbu se ye keh diya - ab ye dukan meri hai - raat gayi baat gayi. Abbu wapas Canada aa gaye. PaisoN ka to koi gum nahi tha magar Aulad jesi Dukan khone ka gum unhe ander hi ander se khaye jaata tha aur usi gum main woh fot ho gaye. Kubhi khud hi kehte the: 'Jamil ki baat bhi theek hai' - phir khud hi kehte the: 'magar dukan to meri thi'....Aur phir aah bhar ker khud hi kehte the: 'Allah hi Qayamat ke roz faisla ker de ga'..... Aur mujh jesa bin-mazhab aadmi dil hi dil main Mirza Ghalib ka ye sher parhta hai:
jate hue kahte ho qayamat ko milenge
kya khub! qayamat ka hai goya koi din aur
Mere Abbu aik 'self made' insaan the. Mere dada ke paas bari daulat thi magar abbu ne un ka aik paisa nahi liya aur khali haat Pakistan hijrat ker gaye. Unhon ne Pakistan main apni zindagi phir se shuru ki, shadi ki aur hum 6 bhai bahen paida huwe. Abbu ne sadar main aik choti si dukan shuru ki. Mehnat aur lagan se use parwan charhaya. Jub bhai ne hum sab ko Canada ke liye 'sponsor' kiya to abbu makhmase (confusion) main par gaye ke 40 saal purani dukan ka kiya karain? Yun to woh dukan kiraye pe thi magar uski pagri (Goodwill) kum az kum 50-70 lakh hogi. Abbu ke liye woh Dukan bechna yun tha jese aulad ko bechna. Hum sab ke mashware pe abbu ne beech ka raasta akhtiyar kiya. Unhon ne Dukan apne 28 saal purane mulazim - Jamil Chacha - ko chalane de di. Waada ye tha ke agar kubhi abbu wapas aana chahain to dukan unhe mil jaaye. Aur har mahine Jamil Chacha 3000 rupe abbu ki mad main jama kerte jaayain. Baqi ooper jo kamai ho woh Jamil Chacha ki.
Jamil Chacha ke kehne pe abbu ne maalik makan se keh ker Dukan ki 'lease' apne naam se Jamil Chacha ke naam 'transfer' ker di. Do saal baad abbu Pakistan gaye to Jamil Chacha ne paise dene to darkinar bulke abbu se ye keh diya - ab ye dukan meri hai - raat gayi baat gayi. Abbu wapas Canada aa gaye. PaisoN ka to koi gum nahi tha magar Aulad jesi Dukan khone ka gum unhe ander hi ander se khaye jaata tha aur usi gum main woh fot ho gaye. Kubhi khud hi kehte the: 'Jamil ki baat bhi theek hai' - phir khud hi kehte the: 'magar dukan to meri thi'....Aur phir aah bhar ker khud hi kehte the: 'Allah hi Qayamat ke roz faisla ker de ga'..... Aur mujh jesa bin-mazhab aadmi dil hi dil main Mirza Ghalib ka ye sher parhta hai:
jate hue kahte ho qayamat ko milenge
kya khub! qayamat ka hai goya koi din aur
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Book
(Found on Facebook - author unknown)
"There comes a time when you have to choose between turning the Page or closing the Book!"
"There comes a time when you have to choose between turning the Page or closing the Book!"
Saturday, December 11, 2010
16 Jyotsna
I bumped this young man's blog on net. His name is Rohit and he is from Mumbai. I liked his few short stories as I think I can relate to them from my Karachi background. Here is one I really enjoyed. His last line is a superb punch!
"My experiences with Mumbai are always analyzed and debated upon with self, sitting in that narrow kitchen window of my apartment; we now famously call as 16 Jyotsna........." Read full story here.
"My experiences with Mumbai are always analyzed and debated upon with self, sitting in that narrow kitchen window of my apartment; we now famously call as 16 Jyotsna........." Read full story here.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
hat lady
I am blogging now almost for 6 years and I consistently follow very few blogs. Out of all bloggers - I found 2 boys very distinct in their outlook and perspective on life. Very intelligent chaps. One is Nabeel (I think he is in Chicago) and other is Adnan (I guess he is in Canada).
Adnan has rare quality of expressing things in few words. He is a master of one liner. He can see things which we can't! With his permission I am putting his latest post here.
"The wind caught the tip of her hat. The hat danced on her head for a mere second before flying off with the wind. The distance grew further and further between the hat and her outstretched arms. The look on her face was as if a part of her had died. We are still not sure which part."
Adnan has rare quality of expressing things in few words. He is a master of one liner. He can see things which we can't! With his permission I am putting his latest post here.
"The wind caught the tip of her hat. The hat danced on her head for a mere second before flying off with the wind. The distance grew further and further between the hat and her outstretched arms. The look on her face was as if a part of her had died. We are still not sure which part."
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Stuff! - A note from life
I lost couple of my bags and about 10 boxes during move about 15 months ago. Somehow they came back. Interestingly though I was very attached to them I realized I never needed them (at all)! And actually I threw half of the stuff in trash........HAHAHAHA. We all are collection masters and we carry stuff around...jese gadhe ki peeth pe bojh.
Sab thath para reh jawe ga jub laad chale ga banjara
Sab thath para reh jawe ga jub laad chale ga banjara
Saturday, December 04, 2010
Guilt!
(A true instance from my early days in USA)
I was on 15 hours bus ride on Grayhound going from Detroit to NY. I had 5 bucks left in my pocket. I didn't know what I would do if a person in Manhattan refuse to give me space. I had to save my bucks for subway rides in NY. It was Youngstown, Ohio where I could not take my hunger anymore and decide to spend 2 dollars to get a sandwich from a vending machine. As bus departs - I was shocked to see - by mistake I got Ham sandwich. Tears rolled over my eyes. I struggled for next 2/3 hours to debate should I eat pork. Finally I could not take it anymore and ate sandwich but that guilt haunted me for years till I develop intellectual strength to see I was right that day.
Andekhi quwatoN ke ghere main
InsaaN phir bhi kathere maiN
I was on 15 hours bus ride on Grayhound going from Detroit to NY. I had 5 bucks left in my pocket. I didn't know what I would do if a person in Manhattan refuse to give me space. I had to save my bucks for subway rides in NY. It was Youngstown, Ohio where I could not take my hunger anymore and decide to spend 2 dollars to get a sandwich from a vending machine. As bus departs - I was shocked to see - by mistake I got Ham sandwich. Tears rolled over my eyes. I struggled for next 2/3 hours to debate should I eat pork. Finally I could not take it anymore and ate sandwich but that guilt haunted me for years till I develop intellectual strength to see I was right that day.
Andekhi quwatoN ke ghere main
InsaaN phir bhi kathere maiN
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Births
"Do you think woman who gives natural birth to a child loves her kid more than the woman who goes through C-section because she never experienced that pain and climax of pregnancy?"
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
Gussa
Apni residency ke baad main ne yahan blog pe apni pehli job ke 2/3 'interesting' logoN ka zikar kiya hai (Rick Osman, Velona, Behroz etc.) Unhi dinoN meri mulaqat aik Indian sahab Mr. Anil se hui. Naam bhi Anil tha aur shakal bhi Anil kapoor jesi thi. Umer koi 50-55 ke aas paas hogi.
Anil sahab apni mun boli beti ko hospital se pick aur drop kerne aate the. Woh hamare hospital main clinical rotation ker rahi thi. Unki kahani unki zabani suniye:
"America aa ke jub kuch paise jama huwe to main ne aik chota sa 'steak house' restaurant kharida. Meri biwi ne mera poora saath diya. Hamara restaurant khub chalne laga. Main kafi khushal zindagi guzarne laga. Rupe paisoN ko koi kami na rahi. Meri do betiyaN thi. Mera bara shoq tha ke dono betiyon ko doctor banauN. Meri betiyan parhai main kamzor thiN is liye yahan US main admission nahi mil raha tha. Kisi ke mashware pe main ne un dono ko caribbean ke aik medical school main daakhil kerwa diya. Yun to main america main rehta tha magar 'indian values' ke muamle main bohat 'conservative' the. Aik saal ke baad jub meri aik beti ki birthday thi to hum ne unhe 'surprise' dene ka faisla kiya. Apni beti ke ghar ki aik chaabi (key) main ne 'as a precaution' apne paas rakh li thi. Jub wahan paunche to - "I was shattered to see my one daughter sleeping with a black guy (kala meri beti ke saath soye - yahi mere liye kaafi tha). I also found drugs on table. I crossed red line in my head.....Main gusse main wehshi aur junooni ho gaya. Jo haat main aaya us se beti ko peetna shuru ker diya. Police aa gai....I was thrown in jail....But the sadest part is that my daughter died after few days in hospital. I was jailed for 10 years. Making long story short my other daughter came back to USA. I, my wife and my other daughter went through extensive psychotherapy. Jo nuqsan hona tha woh to ho gaya magar main ne faisla kiya jub tuk mere paas daulat hai - har saal aik indian larki jo khud doctor banna chahe ko doctor banuN ga - shayed meri mari hui beti mujeh muaf ker sake."
Is kahani ke kai pehlu hain - zabardasti apni marzi aulad pe thopna, caribbean medical schools itself (?), reacting to teenagers mistake, racism toward blacks........
Gussa bari bhyanak shey hai. Jitni kahaniyaN likho kum hai.
Anil sahab apni mun boli beti ko hospital se pick aur drop kerne aate the. Woh hamare hospital main clinical rotation ker rahi thi. Unki kahani unki zabani suniye:
"America aa ke jub kuch paise jama huwe to main ne aik chota sa 'steak house' restaurant kharida. Meri biwi ne mera poora saath diya. Hamara restaurant khub chalne laga. Main kafi khushal zindagi guzarne laga. Rupe paisoN ko koi kami na rahi. Meri do betiyaN thi. Mera bara shoq tha ke dono betiyon ko doctor banauN. Meri betiyan parhai main kamzor thiN is liye yahan US main admission nahi mil raha tha. Kisi ke mashware pe main ne un dono ko caribbean ke aik medical school main daakhil kerwa diya. Yun to main america main rehta tha magar 'indian values' ke muamle main bohat 'conservative' the. Aik saal ke baad jub meri aik beti ki birthday thi to hum ne unhe 'surprise' dene ka faisla kiya. Apni beti ke ghar ki aik chaabi (key) main ne 'as a precaution' apne paas rakh li thi. Jub wahan paunche to - "I was shattered to see my one daughter sleeping with a black guy (kala meri beti ke saath soye - yahi mere liye kaafi tha). I also found drugs on table. I crossed red line in my head.....Main gusse main wehshi aur junooni ho gaya. Jo haat main aaya us se beti ko peetna shuru ker diya. Police aa gai....I was thrown in jail....But the sadest part is that my daughter died after few days in hospital. I was jailed for 10 years. Making long story short my other daughter came back to USA. I, my wife and my other daughter went through extensive psychotherapy. Jo nuqsan hona tha woh to ho gaya magar main ne faisla kiya jub tuk mere paas daulat hai - har saal aik indian larki jo khud doctor banna chahe ko doctor banuN ga - shayed meri mari hui beti mujeh muaf ker sake."
Is kahani ke kai pehlu hain - zabardasti apni marzi aulad pe thopna, caribbean medical schools itself (?), reacting to teenagers mistake, racism toward blacks........
Gussa bari bhyanak shey hai. Jitni kahaniyaN likho kum hai.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
ilme-riyazi ke sawalon ki tarah tha
Beauty of internet is that you meet people with talents all the time! I recently bumped Rida's poetry on blogs. I found following very interesting.
(He was neither like dreams nor like thoughts
He was like equations of maths
complicated as so - hard to solve
complete as so - ideal to cite)
You can read her blog here
خوابوں کی طرح تھا نہ خیالوں کی طرح تھا
وہ علمِ ریاضی کے سوالوں کی طرح تھا
اُلجھا ہوا اتنا کہ کبھی کُھل نہیں پایا
سُلجھا ہوا ایسا کہ مثالوں کی طرح تھا
(He was neither like dreams nor like thoughts
He was like equations of maths
complicated as so - hard to solve
complete as so - ideal to cite)
You can read her blog here
Sunday, November 28, 2010
127 hours (and others)
On this blog, I frequently comment on "zara hat ke" movies (off beat/art movies) as I believe they truly portray Zindagi Ki Diary!
I went to see new Hollywood flick "127 hours". It is a true story (book = Between a Rock and a Hard Place) of an avid but little careless (la-ubali) hiker. The incident happened in April 2003 in mountains of Utah when his right arm gets stuck/crush between 2 rocks. In the next 127 hours while fighting to save his life with one packet of snack and only 400 ml of water he re-examines his life. Near death his biggest regret is ignoring his loved ones on small matters like not returning his mom phone calls, not telling anyone where he is going, fighting with his girlfriend, escaping his sister's wedding. Also, he cherishes small moments he spent with his family and friends. It gives us a message that - in the end, nothing matters except moments spend with loved ones! On a side note, this movie is produced by famous British director Donny Boyle of Slumdog Millionaire fame. And so music is by AR Rehman.
OTHERS:
1. If you are still young (in the heart) and like a light romantic comedy - don't miss "love and other drugs". Full paisa wasool film. (Caution - huge sexual content/nudity).
2. Another comedy "Due Date" is also great! Just fun! Robert Downey Jr. is probably the sexiest actor in Hollywood right now!
3. Bollywood's "Guzarish" is a little off beat movie - but famous director Sanjay Leela Bhansali failed to create a climax and emotional drama associated with the issue of euthanasia. Hirthik Roshan is a bad pick for this movie. He failed miserably. Shah Rukh would have done much better. But Ashwariya Rai is prettier than before and did awesome acting. She looks so graceful and its worth to spend money because of her.
I went to see new Hollywood flick "127 hours". It is a true story (book = Between a Rock and a Hard Place) of an avid but little careless (la-ubali) hiker. The incident happened in April 2003 in mountains of Utah when his right arm gets stuck/crush between 2 rocks. In the next 127 hours while fighting to save his life with one packet of snack and only 400 ml of water he re-examines his life. Near death his biggest regret is ignoring his loved ones on small matters like not returning his mom phone calls, not telling anyone where he is going, fighting with his girlfriend, escaping his sister's wedding. Also, he cherishes small moments he spent with his family and friends. It gives us a message that - in the end, nothing matters except moments spend with loved ones! On a side note, this movie is produced by famous British director Donny Boyle of Slumdog Millionaire fame. And so music is by AR Rehman.
OTHERS:
1. If you are still young (in the heart) and like a light romantic comedy - don't miss "love and other drugs". Full paisa wasool film. (Caution - huge sexual content/nudity).
2. Another comedy "Due Date" is also great! Just fun! Robert Downey Jr. is probably the sexiest actor in Hollywood right now!
3. Bollywood's "Guzarish" is a little off beat movie - but famous director Sanjay Leela Bhansali failed to create a climax and emotional drama associated with the issue of euthanasia. Hirthik Roshan is a bad pick for this movie. He failed miserably. Shah Rukh would have done much better. But Ashwariya Rai is prettier than before and did awesome acting. She looks so graceful and its worth to spend money because of her.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Najmul Hasan
Najmul Hasan mere paros ki 'building' main rehta tha. Uska taaluq Bangladesh se tha. Main ne Chicago main pehli dafa gaari kharidi to jese mujhe par lag gaye. Main har sham 'Michigan Lake' ki drive pe nikalta. Koi saath aaye na aaye Najmul Hasan mere saath ho leta. Dhimi tabiyat ka aadmi tha. Hum kehte - ya saala jawani main hi buddha ho gaya hai. Jub Najmul Hasan ne bhi gaari kharidi to sab ne sir pakar liye. Hum kehte - dekhna! ise kisi din slow driving kerne pe ticket mile gi. Mere jub 2/4 accident huwe to mujhe samjhata ke - tezraftari se tumhari hi nahi bulke dusroN ki jaanoN ko bhi khatra hota hai. Gaari ahtiyat se chalaya karo...main uski suni ansuni ker deta.
Chicago chorne ke kuch arse baad aik roz - New York ki parhioN main - aik 'turn' lete huwe meri gaari ulat gai. Gaari ka haal dekh ker koi ye nahi keh sakta tha ke jaan bachi ho gi. Magar Allah ki qasam - aik kharash tuk na aai. Us din Najmul Hasan bohat yaad aaya jo hur 'turn' pe apne makhsoos bengali lehje main kehta - 'seeloww'!
Zindagi chalti rahi. Sab dost idhar udhar ho gaye. Kuch saalon pehle pata chala Najmul Hasan Arkansas ke kisi bohat hi chote town main reh raha hai. Hum ne kaha - wahin theek hai!
Peechle hafte mujh pe ye khabar kisi bijli se kum na thi ke - saal pehle Najmul Hasan ka aik chote se signal pe accident ho gaya. Magar aesa bhayanak accident ke Najmul Hasan ki aik taang kaatni pari. "Severe intracranial bleed" ki wajah se mahinoN hospital aur Rehab main raha. Uski biwi use phir Bangladesh le gai hai jahan physical therapy hoti hai magar saari zindagi kaam kaaj kerne se maazoor ho gaya hai.
Ye Zindagi saali bari harami hai. Jo is ki toqeer kare, aksar use hi zillat ka tauq pehna deti hai.
Chicago chorne ke kuch arse baad aik roz - New York ki parhioN main - aik 'turn' lete huwe meri gaari ulat gai. Gaari ka haal dekh ker koi ye nahi keh sakta tha ke jaan bachi ho gi. Magar Allah ki qasam - aik kharash tuk na aai. Us din Najmul Hasan bohat yaad aaya jo hur 'turn' pe apne makhsoos bengali lehje main kehta - 'seeloww'!
Zindagi chalti rahi. Sab dost idhar udhar ho gaye. Kuch saalon pehle pata chala Najmul Hasan Arkansas ke kisi bohat hi chote town main reh raha hai. Hum ne kaha - wahin theek hai!
Peechle hafte mujh pe ye khabar kisi bijli se kum na thi ke - saal pehle Najmul Hasan ka aik chote se signal pe accident ho gaya. Magar aesa bhayanak accident ke Najmul Hasan ki aik taang kaatni pari. "Severe intracranial bleed" ki wajah se mahinoN hospital aur Rehab main raha. Uski biwi use phir Bangladesh le gai hai jahan physical therapy hoti hai magar saari zindagi kaam kaaj kerne se maazoor ho gaya hai.
Ye Zindagi saali bari harami hai. Jo is ki toqeer kare, aksar use hi zillat ka tauq pehna deti hai.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
P Power!
(From one woman)
If woman knows how to hang between man's leg - man will give-up 'anything' for her - kids, career, wife, family, hobby - you name it!
If woman knows how to hang between man's leg - man will give-up 'anything' for her - kids, career, wife, family, hobby - you name it!
Monday, November 22, 2010
Insaan bara kamina hai!
Insaan bara kamina hai!
Main poora din par ke sota raha. Shaam 'eid milan' party main khush-gupiaN kerta raha aur raat ko mehfil-musiqi main saroor ke maze lotta raha.
'Aankh tub khuli' jub Amma ne dusre din poocha: "Beta! kul tumhare Abbu ki barsi thi - umeed hai tum ne sadqa de ker nafal ki do namzain parh li hongi"!
Mere baap ko mare abhi 7 baras bhi nahi huwe magar unki yaad duniya-daari ke meloN aur jameloN main kahiN aese mehv ho ker reh gai ke main unhe bhool hi gaya. Insaan bara kamina hai. Apne baap ko bhi bhul jaata hai!
(I regret it more than anything as I failed to convey an important lesson of relationship to my own kids).
Main poora din par ke sota raha. Shaam 'eid milan' party main khush-gupiaN kerta raha aur raat ko mehfil-musiqi main saroor ke maze lotta raha.
'Aankh tub khuli' jub Amma ne dusre din poocha: "Beta! kul tumhare Abbu ki barsi thi - umeed hai tum ne sadqa de ker nafal ki do namzain parh li hongi"!
Mere baap ko mare abhi 7 baras bhi nahi huwe magar unki yaad duniya-daari ke meloN aur jameloN main kahiN aese mehv ho ker reh gai ke main unhe bhool hi gaya. Insaan bara kamina hai. Apne baap ko bhi bhul jaata hai!
(I regret it more than anything as I failed to convey an important lesson of relationship to my own kids).
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Parenthood
People who experience parenthood are different than who never experienced it. It change a person forever and I think it is one of the most essential experience to attain in life.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Why Amitabh become an Indian icon
Following is not my observation. I read it somewhere (I wish I had remembered). I think this is a very important observation about the pivot role of cinema in modern societies.
After 2 wars with Pakistan India was passing through a very rough state of affairs in the early and mid-1970s. Poverty was at a peak, the population was exploding, people were literally living on streets, alcoholism and prostitution were at rampage, basic necessities of life were counted as luxury and corruption was a way of life. For poor men cinema was the only cheap entertainment but it was all glossy with romance. Amitabh came on screen as a rebellious young angry man who defies all norms of society and fights against injustice. His movies Zanjeer, Sholay, Deewar, Don etc were prime examples. Indian society instantly identified its hidden frustration on the cinema screen. They found Amitabh as a reflection of their fantasies. His long stature, deep voice and expressive angry face were in perfect coordination with inner desires of people.
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