Deeply in love with life — and himself

But my justification for writing this comes not from being a lifelong Dev Anand fan. It comes from getting to know him over the past 15 years when he wasn’t doing very much,except indulging himself now and then with a dud. But he would never,never condescend to do a character role “suiting” his age in anybody’s movie. “A star is always a star,Shekhar,and a star has to be always predictable,” he once told me. “You are too simple to understand this. Once you become a star,you have to lead a star’s life forever. Stardom is like your skin. You either lose it,or die in it.”

I got a taste of his understanding of stardom and my lack of it soon enough. Recording a ‘Walk the Talk’ for NDTV 24×7,we sat for the concluding part on a bench in the crumbling fort at Bandra’s Land’s End. I inadvertently sat on his left. Dev Anand grabbed my elbow and pushed me to the right edge while he came around and sat to my left instead. The sun was setting and this way his face would get the best light. And then I belatedly figured out why in the entire course of that interview he was constantly moving without any seeming reason. It was to take the best light.

That is why he always,even in his late eighties,dressed as he did in his younger days: scarf,freshly polished shoes,checked shirt with oversized collar,the works. Not a piece was missing from the picture whether you met him late morning,evening (a glass of whisky was added) or even on an overnight Air India London-Delhi-Mumbai flight,which is where I found him for the first time. As I walked into that nightly Delhi-Bombay connection in 1997,I just saw a stylish gingham cap bobbing up and down a bit as its wearer shuffled for comfort. Who else but Dev Anand would fly all the way from London wearing a cap like this? We renewed acquaintance some months later in more dramatic circumstances. I was walking past the lobby of mid-town Manhattan’s Lexington,then run by the Taj Group and a favourite Indian hangout,when a familiar voice came booming out of the half-exposed bar: “Kahan chale Shekhar,idhar aao. Meet these lovely ladies…” There was Dev Anand “auditioning” four very young and very pretty things for his “next” film,set in New York. I gulped a glass of wine nervously and bolted,but could not help noticing that Dev Anand seemed in love with all four at the same time. He would have found it a wrench to drop three out of four.

From star and fan,we inevitably became friends. He invited me home many times. He was generous with affection,stories of a colourful past,and of course,with Black Label. The stories of his celebrated romance with Suraiya (but mind you,it was romance,not quite love). He was besotted with her,she,in turn,adored Gregory Peck and was so excited once when she heard he was coming to town. Dev Saab was honest enough to admit that that is what inspired him to style some of his mannerisms after Peck. Of course my generation discovered Peck through The Guns of Navarone. He spoke freely about his other co-stars: Waheeda Rahman had incredible talent and discipline,the first truly professional woman star in his times; Nutan was really classy but ziddi,and made poor choices in her personal life; Vyjayanthimala was from another planet but could dance her way out of anything; Simi Garewal was the first really modern English-speaking type and in the Bollywood of the sixties,nobody quite knew what to do with her,particularly when she was so talented,but slim and sexy in a Western style (“did you see her in Teen Deviyan? Brilliant,but so un-Indian”); and Madhubala,well,and I say this with apologies to her fans,she was so beautiful,but you know what,“itna roz-roz nahaati nahin thi aisa lagta tha”,so the body odour was a problem. His face romanced each one of his leading ladies as he talked about them. But it looked in love only when he talked about one,the youngest of them all: Zeenat Aman. Zeenat was the only woman he truly fell in love with. “She was incredible,so classy,so sexy,had so,so much attitude… my first look at her and I knew she was the lead for HRHK.” He also fell for her at first sight. This was the only love he talked about in some detail in his recent autobiography (Romancing With Life) and of how he felt jilted when she shifted loyalties to Raj Kapoor,“ditching” him,rather Hindi-film style,by preferring to go for a Kapoor party,dressed in something she would rarely wear,a white sari,while he waited for her for a candle-light dinner at the Zodiac Grill,where he wanted to propose to her,sort of formally. But he says Zeenat really wanted that role in RK’s Satyam Shivam Sundaram. Now you know why I said he only loved one woman. And I said maybe two,because there was some for Suraiya and Kalpana Kartik,the very young Miss Simla he married and co-starred with in hits like Nau Do Gyarah and Baazi.

Mian Nawaz Sharif is among the most passionately knowledgeable Hindi film enthusiasts anywhere. Yet he asked me in a conversation once how old Dev Anand was,and whether he could still walk without support,etc. This was 1998,and Dev Saab was a very sprightly 74. What a nice idea if we could get him to come to Lahore,he said. And sure enough,when Vajpayee’s bus trip to Lahore was set up,through an interview Nawaz Sharif gave to me,he asked me again if Dev Anand could be on that bus as well. Our PMO got on the job on the night preceding the visit,reached Dev Saab through me and,sure enough,he was on that bus the next morning. Of course,once he reached Lahore,he was the star. Cameras followed as he discovered the old “spots” in Lahore,including his college: this is where I had my first crush,first kiss,first break-up and so on. For a while we wondered what we had come to cover,the summit or a most famous Lahori exile’s homecoming.

A less-known fact is how politically aware he was. In a nation where artists and entertainers stay out of all politics,he led the only protest carried out by creative India against the Emergency. Maybe some of it came from his left-leaning college days in Lahore. But because he was so interested and curious,in politics,history,the world around him,that it was such a delight even for a non-film journalist to converse with him.

His curiosity about my life and years as a reporter too was never-ending. Sometimes,on those long evenings,I would end up telling him stories from the pickets,trenches,minefields and snipers’ alleys just as I might tell my children. And he listened just as curiously as the children. So he said to me one day,“Shekhar,let me make a film on your life.” I said thank you,and that it was such a funny idea. But he said no,there will be a journalist like you who goes from one battlefield to another,Nagaland,Mizoram,Manipur under tribal insurgencies,Amritsar under Bhindranwale and Operation Bluestar,the massacres at Nellie and in Delhi after Indira Gandhi’s assassination,Afghanistan and Pakistan during the first (and “good”) jihad against the Soviets,Jaffna under LTTE and IPKF,Baghdad’s Al Rashid hotel and Jerusalem under Scud missile attacks in the first Gulf War — he remembered all the various stops in my years of reporting conflict. There will be many,many interesting women in his life,including an ambitious politician,a Pakistani spy and a pretty foreign journalist,he said,“what a film it will turn out to be,Shekhar,socho zara.” I asked him,cheekily,so,Dev Saab,who will play me in your film? “For the younger phase,we will have to find somebody. Lekin thoda senior hone ke baad,” he said,of course he would be playing that lead role himself!

That film will now never be made,sadly. I will never have the privilege of Dev Anand,even at 80 (this conversation goes back to 2003),playing me. I laughed then at his audacity to play me,not young by any definition,but 35 years his junior. But later I understood this was all a part of his mystique of agelessness. It looked real because he believed it was so. He believed it was so,because Dev Anand was really a man deeply in love with life — and himself.

sg@expressindia.com