Amitabh Bachchan pens down an emotional post after Shashi Kapoor’s demiseAmitabh Bachchan, who has given series of hits like Deewar, Roti Kapda Aur Makaan, Trishul and many others with the legendary actor Shashi Kapoor, paid an emotional tribute to the actor with a post.
Amitabh penned down an emotional message on his blog for Shashi Kapoor along with a picture from the cover of a film magazine. Amitabh in his blog admitted that Shashi Kapoor was ‘terribly handsome’.
Amitabh and Shahsi’s camaraderie was popular both in the reel and real life in the 1970-80s era. Their chemistry gained much applaud after their superb performances in Kabhi Kabhie, Namak Halal and Deewar.
Amitabh and Shashi shared an interesting warmth and bonding with each other which was also reflected on silver screen in their films.
Unfortunately, Shashi breathed his last on Monday evening and whole film fraternity got upset with this sudden demise of the legendary actor. Amitabh, who used to share a close bond with Shahsi took to his blog to express his tribute for his co-star and friend too.
Below is the emotional message of Amitabh for Shashi:
''Standing elegantly without a care in the world, I saw him standing by a Mercedes Sports car, a convertible, a smart trimmed beard and moustache, adorning involuntarily, the face of this incredibly handsome man. It was a picture that filled almost an entire page of a magazine.
Shashi Kapoor … son of Prithviraj Kapoor, younger brother to Raj Kapoor and Shammi Kapoor, making a debut in a forthcoming film, is what the caption read ..
And I said to myself, as very uncertain thoughts raced through my mind of wanting to become a film actor, that, with men like him around, I stood no chance at all ..
1969, and those early years of efforts to join the Industry were also the times when there was a close proximity, to the area of an atmosphere, that swivelled around this most attractive man. On and off, common friends in the Industry, which I was just getting acquainted with, would introduce me to him at select social gatherings ..
“ Shashi Kapoor !” was what one heard as he extended a warm soft hand out to you in introduction ; that devastating smile complimenting the twinkle in his eyes. He needn’t have done so. Every one knew him. But this was his infectious humble self. When he spoke, there was a mischievous, gentle, almost inaudible, delicate, yodel, in his voice - most endearing and comforting to the one he was introduced to. The self introduction habit, was a gem. The one being introduced to, was, quite obviously, prompted to say his or her name as well, when they heard his. It was a remarkable tool to come to know the other persons name .. and .. if and when there was to be another meeting after many forgettable years, the same technology was most helpful in remembering the other persons name, in case you had forgotten it .. !!
I must admit .. it was a technology that remained with me as a learning, assisting me in using it during those uncomfortable times, when out of the blue someone would come out to you and address himself as a long lost buddy , with a :
“remember me ! we last met 6 years ago at the crossing of Kemps Corner, as you drove past and waved to me” !!!
My mind is warning me .. ‘of course you don’t, how could you possibly’ .. ‘stick that hand out ala Shashi Kapoor and act friendly..’
I obey ..
‘yes of course I do’ .. I say .. looking recognisably lost .. ( sticking hand out ) .. Amitabh Bachchan ..!!
And he would assure me with his .. and Kemp’s Corner and waving by, passing travelling vehicle, suddenly all come flashing by .. I am saved .. and he goes away with some rather impressionable opinions about me ..
The next .. was his semi curly hair on head, falling carelessly over his forehead and ears, not quite covering it .. and my upper story mumbled again : ‘hey ! maybe you should think of covering your ears as well ..’ … and off I went to Hakim the hair dresser at Taj Hotel with my plan .. and executed, it remained till date ..
What followed .. is a documentation of very intimate association, personal exigencies .. collective professional camaraderie .. ending in family bindings ..
He had been ailing .. somewhere he had let himself go after the passing away of his dear wife Jennifer .. I had visited him on occasion in Hospital during some of the times he had been hospitalised earlier .. but I never went to see him again .. I would never have .. I never ever wanted to see this beautiful friend and ‘samdhi’ in the state I saw him in hospital ..
…. and I did not today, when they informed me that he had gone …
The words of the ‘sher’ at the opening came to me minutes after Rumi Jafri, eminent writer in our film industry, sent them to me on learning of his death ..
“how long could I have preserved this exquisite and expensive book of life ; the pages of the book were damaged ..”
He fondly addressed me as ‘babbua’ .. and with him have gone many incredible unread chapters of his and my life ..''