A poem For Raj Kapoor - Mera Naam Joker

Solitude Invisible or MERA NAAM JOKER

Now,
Time, is a long movie, black and white
gets wet
in my hands...

Now,
Time, is a automn's bird, rainy
looks by my eyes
weary...

A solitude invisible
In the wardrobes
runs away from the crowd
by the shadow plays...

And
In the twilight of the sunset
A joker, old-fashioned, shouts slowly:

" The game is over
Close the curtains ! "




Hale Oyal

July 2007 - ISTANBUL / TURKEY

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Barsaat Preview

Preview of Barsaat

After Aag (Fire) Raj Kapoor Film the movie Barsaat (Rain).
Barsaat is a story about Love. What wily means love, what the true about love and how it can change people.
The story is about two good friends. Ones is Pran (Raj Kapoor) a song writer the second is Gopal (Prem Nath). Two good friends but so different from each other.
Pran Believe in true love and waiting to the one that will steal his heart. Gopal don’t believe at true love he even don’t know what love means. Gopal is a flirting person. He change woman like a sucks. But he doesn’t know that one of the woman that he spends night with her wily love him and won't to marry him.
Pran and Gopal move to the house on the sea, there pran meet his true love. Rasma (Nargis Dutt) the one that stale his heart and don’t late him sleep in night’s.
Pran fell in love with resma, even she fell in love with him. Gopal woes keep join the bars and meet moor others girls. When his true love waiting for him.
The love story of Pran and Resma get in test of Trust and commitment. After Resma father back home. Resma Father not late her meet pran because he think that pran is using resma love. Resma don’t give up about her love to pran and go meet him again and her father kills her by late her throw in the river.
After what happened to Resma her father asks from pran and gopal to leave the house that they pay for the rent. Pran and gopal leave the house but Pran never forget resma. He woes stile love her even he think she died.
Gopal can’t believe that love can keep Happens even after one of the person die.
Resma is stile a life she away from pran but she a life and she live with same village person that find her next to the river he take care of her and got her back to life. Her first words woes babuji (Sour) the name that he cell pran.
Gopal try to take Pran many place’s to show him that he right, love don’t stay forever.
In the same time the villager person won't to get marry to Resma with out ask her. Resma try to find any way to back to her lover pran, but with out success. Gopal not giving up about pran and take him to many woman. But with out Success.
Pran and Gopal drive next to a wedding party what that they don’t know that it is Resma wedding. When resma and Pran talk about mariachi resma tell pran that in they wedding they not going to play on Sitar(this how she cell is violin) they going to play on shaniya the weeding music tools. When they move next to the wedding party Pran start to remember Resma and ask Gopal to drive away from there.
Gopal not give up and keep take him to others woman. Pran get to understand that same of the woman to this for money for her kids with a father or same other personal problem. Pran decide to drive back to home. In the way to home, pran and gopal move again next to the wedding party. Gopal keep fight with pran and not given up on him. Pran her the Shaniya again and Ask Gopal to make them stop, but gopal woes so angry with Pran and don’t stop scream on him until the woes have a Car Accident and Pran woes hurt in the head. The people from the wedding go to see what happened and take pran in to Resma room until the doctor come to check him. Resma find that it woes her lover pran and hug him. The villager person get angry when he see resma with Pran and he take pran and try to cell him the peoples from the wedding party cell the police and Pran take to the hospital.
The doctor’s woes believe that Pran die but Resma woes believe that he stile a life.
Gopal Blame Resma that what happened to pran it only because her. He tells her if Pran is lives I start believe in love. Pran woes a life and Gopal have change He star believe in love and go to meet his lover. But after she sees him come with Resma hand is hand she kill her self. When gopal come to her it woes so lattes She already woes dead.


My Preview about the movie.

Barsaat is one of Raj Kapoor movie that I wily like.
Barsaat is a Romantic and touching movies about love with a romantic Shooting Place.
Raj Kapoor and Nargis look so young in this movie and so lovely we can fell the beginning of there love story.
This movie includes many Amazing Background music with amazing Soundtrack songs. Amazing Star cast and must best Jodi Raj Kapoor and Nargis Dutt in the beginning way with there company Rk.
Best action of Raj Kapoor and Nargis even Prem Nath woes give an amazing preferment’s.

In this movie also Raj woes use the Dark Effect what make the movie moor Romantic.

There one part in the movie that looks interesting to me is the part when Resma (Nargis) Clean the Dishes and Pran play the violin. Nargis move her hair from her eyes in the way that She woes move her hair with the hands when Raj Kapoor First meets her.

The best part in the movie is the part when Nargis fold in Raj kapoor hands in the way like the Violin. I know it also woes the best part for Raj Kapoor After all He make this screen to be is Company Icon.

Moor best thing in the movie is the English song that Raj Kapoor Play on the Violin.

Today it rains her with lighting. I looking in the windows and see the rain and the light’s. I remember the movie and start to understand how the film woes connect to the Rain. When Rain is coming, People Name at the Romantic time. And same time when you sad like in the movie the Rain can be also you love tears.

My Rate for this movie 10/10 Mine blowing

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A poem for Raj KAPOOR

( A poem for Raj KAPOOR)


THE SMELL OF THOUSANDS CARNATION

Snow is about falling
Night approaches
Through my window winter settle in

from my eyes to yours starry celestial passing by
my bossom being fondled by thousands of carnation
Therein from my eyes serenely I am collecting the stars
Autumn wind in the thick of my hair and hands
I am escape from my self
To face with solemn images of my face
That bleeding
Breaking in to thousands at mirrors

Snow is about falling
Night approaches
Through my window winter settle in

Time afterall is a locker marching backwards
blooming by the smell of thousands carnation
Thus can not be opened…

Hale Oyal

December 2006 / Istanbul / TURKEY ( Translated turkish into english by Erkut Tokman )

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Raj kapoor about Amitabh Bachchan

Now that Amitabh Bachchan has entered the battle, on the side of the film industry, the industry is confident that it will overpower the wicked government and win.

Raj Kapoor, the well-known film-maker, was telling me about this am casting Amitabh with Dharmendra, no more of this Sunil Dutt. I mean, he is alright taking out these morchas and making representations to the government, but our fight has gone beyond that stage. Assisting the two will be Hema Malini and Rekha, but the women are there mainly to keep the government interested in the strike.

How will Amitabh end the strike?� I asked.
I am still working on the script,�Raj Kapoor said. But he is a mard and naturally he will use his two hands, his six-shooter, his sword, the helicopter from which he will jump on Mantralaya etc. in between, there may be one or tow songs, or three or four, but that is once again only so that the government does not lose interest in the strike. Already it seems to have forgotten that the industry is on strike.

Will Amitabh fight the government as an actor or as an MP or as a minister-to-be or what? I asked.

You know he is a master of disguises, so he will be wearing various disguises and fighting the government, one minute MP, one minute Aaj Ka MLA, one minute orphan in search of his lost brother, who finally will turn out to be Mithun Chakravorty, the dancer,� Raj Kapoor said. By the time the finishes with the government, it will wish it had never introduced the new sales tax.

You strike leaders think of every thing, I said.

We have to, Raj Kapoor said. After all, we are fighting the government, not just Amjad Khan or Pran or Prem Chopra. The government, not just Amjad Khan government will have the police on their side, but the people will be on our side. Shashi Kapoor will play an honest police officer, grey hair on the temples etc., whose conscience will not allow him to carry out the government's orders.

It is going to be a battle royal, I said.

Yes, royalty also will be there, he said. One of the older actresses will play a maharani and Saeed Jaffrey will be her diwan-e-khans. Once you decide to defy the government, and work Amitabh into the script, you have to go all out.

Absolutely,� I said. When do you plan to let Amitabh lead the fight?

Once the strike has ended and we can start making films again, naturally, Raj Kapoor said.

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Raj Kapoor ChildHood

The environment I grew up in was entirely one of theatre and films. We came to Bombay in 1927. That was the era of silent films. My father joined the. I Grant Anderson Theatre, where Ardeshir Irani made the first Indian talkie, Alam Ara, and Father was in it. I myself was barely five when I first acted in a play, called The Cart, for which I got my first award. It was then that the whole thing just entered me, and I could not do anything except belong to the world of show business.

I was very fair, with blue eyes. My Father’s actresses used to cuddle me whenever I visited the stage, and I used to feel very excited. But even that early I had learnt the art of concealing emotions. I was extremely precocious. And I was a worshipper of nudity. I think it all started because of my intimacy with my mother who was young, beautiful, and had the sharp features of a Pathan woman.

I think it all started because of my intimacy with my mother who was young, beautiful, and had the sharp features of a Pathan woman. We often bathed together, and seeing her in the nude must have left a deep erotic impression on my mind. There is an excellent Urdu phrase, muqaddas uriyan (sacred nudity), which describes this perfectly. In my films, bathing scenes recur often. Women in general occupy most of my early memories, and they appear in my films like ghosts that refuse to be buried.

We had once gone to Lyallpur in western Punjab, now in Pakistan, which is my father’s birthplace. My great grandfather was the tehsildar there, and the villagers held the family in great respect. An earthen oven was always kept lit in the center of the village, and women roasted chana on the fire. I remember having gone to buy chana wearing a shirt and nothing under it. The woman at the oven had an odd smile on her face as she said: ‘You don’t have to pay for the chana, just raise your shirt and make a bowl out of it.' I did, and stood like that, and she laughed her head off looking at me.

I was totally innocent. Years later when this memory came back to me and I understood the trick she must have been up to, it disturbed me a great deal. For some time in my life, chana itself become almost a *** object. It might have come back into my cinema at a subconscious level. There’s a scene in Bobby when the boy flashes a mirror into Bobby’s face while she’s sitting in the library. The girl comes out, first in rage, and then in playfulness. The boy says, ‘Let’s have tea.’ Bobby says, ‘No, let’s have chana.’

I was a precocious child. I was always aware of my surroundings. In Lyallpur, my great grandfather, the tehsildar, used to go plucking cotton and we kids would go with him because it was fun. One day, probably because of the heat, I must have wandered away to rest in the shade of a tree and gone off to sleep. At sunset, they missed me. My grandmother started howling and shouting. All of a sudden Ramu, the sweeper, an untouchable, brought me home and said, ‘Forgive me that I touched him. I’ve carried him here.’ He apologized with folded hands. I was not permitted to come into the house. My mother was asked to bathe me first, because an untouchable had touched me. I didn’t know the implications of all this then, but I knew that what was being done was wrong.

I was a precocious child. I was always aware of my surroundings. In Lyallpur, my great grandfather, the tehsildar, used to go plucking cotton and we kids would go with him because it was fun. One day, probably because of the heat, I must have wandered away to rest in the shade of a tree and gone off to sleep. At sunset, they missed me. My grandmother started howling and shouting. All of a sudden Ramu, the sweeper, an untouchable, brought me home and said, ‘Forgive me that I touched him. I’ve carried him here.’ He apologized with folded hands. I was not permitted to come into the house.

My mother was asked to bathe me first, because an untouchable had touched me. I didn’t know the implications of all this then, but I knew that what was being done was wrong.
We lived in Calcutta for eight years, returning to Bombay when I was fourteen. We lived on Hazra Raod near Kalighat. My father went to work every day on a bicycle. New Theaters was not very far away. I studied in St. Xavier’s School. In my neighborhood, everybody used to call me ‘Prithvi chhele.’ I was the pampered brat. Neighborhood weddings, Durga puja pandals, local musical soirees – I was a permanent fixture everywhere.

Everybody in our family is fond of food. That is the reason why the young and the old are all obese. As a child I too was very fat. My mother, giving me the example of my father, would always nag me to exercise.
While sending me to school, she would pack an omelette and chapatti for me. But my taste buds were always looking for new flavours… There were three or four eating-places, which I used to visit regularly.

My allowance was only two annas a day, which was not enough to meet. This expense. So I would stop my credit at one shop and open an account at another. Once the credit got beyond my means. I would sell a book or two….I would return home from school and give back the packed meal to my mother, saying that I didn’t eat it because I was on a diet. Her concern and love would make her feed me even more!

In school I was very fond of acting. My father was a great actor; so I through that it was my privilege and my prerogative to become a great actor as well. It so happened that our school staged a passion play. The most paramount thing in my mind was that every child who worked in that passion play given three coupons to eat sandwiches, samosas and coffee and ice cream- all sorts of beautiful things to eat. I got a costume…like a cassock that Fathers wore…a bit too long for my short size.

Anyway.we were supposed to go once or twice behind Christ, shouting hosanna.hosanna.hosanna. I did that once, I did it twice, and being an exuberant actor, I went in for the third entry, which was not supposed to be there. When I entered the stage, my foot got caught in the cassock I was wearing, and I fell down right in front in front of a very serious Christ, and people laughed and Christ also laughed. I was happy that I had made Christ laugh. When the curtain comes down, the drama master caught me by the neck. He hit me, and said, 'You are an actor? Your father is an actor? I think you are a donkey! You get out and don't come back again!' My coupons were taken away and I didn't get any sandwiches, I didn't get any ice cream.I didn't get any cake and I didn't get any samosas!

My childhood memories are pitted with indelible scars of experience. I was a fatty. Every sort of practical joke was ‘played on me)… apart from some vivid patches of happiness (my childhood years) were quite miserable. These patches of happiness were the occasions when I fell in love, but more of that later. To return to the miserable moments I soon packed up the most natural defence mechanism – the one used by all the great jokers of the world. I learnt that the more one resisted being a target, the more one suffered.

So, instead, I put on the mask of a joker by reacting as through I thoroughly enjoyed being made the butt of practical jokes. Indeed, I even took this a step further by inventing jokes on myself, which would make my colleagues laugh. You see, I was seeking that which every schoolboy seeks- the love, affection and esteem of others.

I wanted to be liked. I had un unlimited capacity to love and to be loved and it was not long before I fell in love…once, twice, thrice…and so forth. All these experiences began crystallizing into a rough and ready philosophy of life in my formative years…In (school) dramas and plays; I began to put into practice my theory of being liked and also being in the spotlight. I found that the audience at those school dramas tended to grow restive during long dreary passages. So, right in the middle of them, I would casually do something funny and totally unrelated to the proceedings and get involuntary giggles from the frontbenchers. I’d follow that up with another little funny thing, and the giggles would become laughter, and spread from the frontbenchers right through the house to the backbenches.

Thus I learned the rudimentary lessons in ‘scene-stealing’…I began adding to my storehouse of experiences, which I was to carry forward to the time when, many years later, I moved inevitably into films.

In Mera Naam Joker, the child's crush on his beautiful teacher, played by Simi Garewal, is no fantasy of the scriptwriter. I was a great favourite of women teachers in very school that I attended. My first school was the New Era Boys' School on Hughes Road Bombay, where the teachers would queue up to kiss me! I was in the prep class then, and I used to get irritated with them and ask them, 'Why do you kiss me? Are you my mother?' Undaunted, they would kiss me more! I was very fond of one of these teachers. Once we had gone out on a picnic with this teacher when we saw a large flock of birds winging into the evening sky.

It came back years later in a sequence in Mera Naam Joker with the song 'Titar ke do aage titar..' I got so attached to this teacher at age six, that when my father took up a ob with New

Theatres and we had to shift to Calcutta, I dug my heels in, telling my parents that I would rather stay at the school hostel than pack up and leave. In my last few days in Bombay, I used to bring her flowers. It was a tearful parting.

White is my favourite colour and it is deeply rooted in my mind in my heart. I remember to this day how the colour white came to be imprinted in my memory. We were living in Calcutta. One morning, as I was getting ready to go to school, I heard my mother tell the cook to buy chickens as some friends of my father were expected for lunch. Chicken! My mouth began to water. I decided to play truant that afternoon and return home for lunch. Father and his guests were already seated at the table when I entered the dining room. 'There is no school today?' Papa-ji asked me sternly. 'No' I mumbled, avoiding his eye, 'it is a half-day.'

Among the guests was a young woman. She was dressed in white. I looked at her, and I could not look away. She seemed to me to be the most beautiful woman in the world. The guests stayed all afternoon and I too hung around the house. I had fallen in love with her of course.

Then it was time for them to go. They were saying farewell. I went into the garden in front of the house. I plucked some creamy white tuberose. And I was still plucking them when the woman in white came down the steps. Stammering and blushing, I gave her the fragrant gift. She took the flowers from me, murmuring her pleasure. She walked through the garden and onto the road. Turn around, I pleaded in my heart. Just this once! Please look back! But she did not turn She was gone forever and I could not forget her.

Ever since it has been an endless search for the ideal which always recedes, leaving only the white flowers as visible evidence of the search.

I remember Principal Soares. He was also the Latin teacher and Latin was the second language in those days. In the examinations, when the Latin paper came up, I wrote, 'Latin is a dead language, why dig up the buried?' I got one mark out of a hundred and that too complimentary. Principal Soares said, 'Unfortunately, boy, I can't anything as far as your academic education is concerned. You are otherwise brilliant, and you have the world before you!'

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Jaane Kahaa Gaye Wo Din Lyric

Lyric

Jaane Kahaa Gaye Wo Din
Kahate The Teree Raah Me
Najaron Ko Bichhayenge
Chaahe Kahee Bhee Tum Raho,
Chaahenge Tum Ko Umarbhar
Tum Ko Naa Bhool Paayenge

Mere Kadam Jahaa Pade,
Sajade Kiye The Yaar Ne
Muz Ko Rulaa Rulaa Diyaa,
Jaatee Huyee Bahaar Ne
Apanee Najar Mein Aaj Kal
Din Bhee Andheree Raat Hai
Saayaa Hee Apane Saath Thaa,
Saayaa Hee Apane Saath Hai

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Translate: English

“I wonder where those days have gone

When you Used to say: ‘on path of love…’

“My Eyes will see only you”

“I wonder where those days have gone

When you Used to say: ‘on path of love…’

“My Eyes will see only you”

“Where ever you may be

I will desire you as long as I live

I will never be able to forget you”

“Where ever I tread My path was strewn With you love

Where ever I tread My path was strewn With you love

Tears Have welled in my eyes. I have made to cry…

By the spring as it passed me by”

“I wonder where those days have gone

When you Used to say: ‘on path of love…’

“My Eyes will see only you”

“Where ever you may be

I will desire you as long as I live

I will never be able to forget you”

“These days, Where ever I look

I see darkness in the bright sunlight

These days, Where ever I look

I see darkness in the bright sunlight

My Shadow was my only companion

My shadow remains my only companion”

“I wonder where those days have gone

When you Used to say: ‘on path of love…’

“My Eyes will see only you”

“Where ever you may be

I will desire you as long as I live

I will never be able to forget you”

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Barsaat Car

This is the Car that Raj Kapoor Use on the Film Barsaat


after success of barsaat raj bought an oldsmobile convertible


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