Title: And Then One Day
Author: Naseeruddin Shah
Publisher: Penguin Books
Genre: Memoir, Non-Fiction
Source: Kindle Edition
Pages: 369
Rating: 5/5
Publisher: Penguin Books
Genre: Memoir, Non-Fiction
Source: Kindle Edition
Pages: 369
Rating: 5/5
Autobiographies
have their own charm. These are not merely inked words but a person, a
compelling tale of someone’s whole life.
I was super excited
when I started this memoir of Naseeruddin Sir; He did loads of movies, left us
jaw-dropped. So, it was kind of treat to read him, to know him in his own
words, This book gave me a feeling that Naseer Sahab Reiterating
without any fear , he tore up pages of his life with such an honesty like
it a sort of game. Must say he played elegantly. Respect!
In his memoir he
talked about his family members how he was so connected with his mother, about
his school days fun, addiction for movies since childhood. His struggle while
he was trying to make a space for himself in that Dreamy world,
Bollywood. His love life and failures.The way he called himself ‘raw
boned face’. Where his damn classic humor make you laugh, on the other way his
dark side left you amazed with a bit tears. When he mentioned his time with Om Puri,
Shabana Azami, Gulzar Saab and Shyam Benegal, You try hard to imagine behind
the scenes.
Sharing Few Lines
here... This made me surprise “is he a professional writer?”
· First wonder goes deepest; wonder after
that fits in the impression made by the first.
· There can be this kind of exchange of
energies between actor and audience. The finest definition of theatre that I
have come across is ‘one actor-one audience’. Implying of course that any
meaningful interaction between two people anywhere fits the definition of ideal
theatre, with the same qualities needed of both participants as are required
from them in an actual theatre. Theatre really is a one-on-one experience.
· I have been grappling for years with
the question of whether experiencing difficulty dealing with real life is what
drives people to become actors. Though it is far from resolved in my head,
looking back at some very worthwhile actors I have known closely, almost every
one of them seems to conform to this pattern. It does seem like an aberration
of behavior to want to be someone else all the time, and I think it happens to
people who, like me, can find no self-worth early in life and thus find
fulfillment in hiding behind make-believe.
· Now I was actually standing behind the
curtain. I was there! I took a long while savouring the feeling that there were
people out there who were curious about what we were doing, about what I was
doing. I kicked the hem of the curtain to make it billow and make them wonder
even more. That’s what the inside of a mother’s womb must feel like. Warm,
safe, comfortable. You have no weight, no cares. The outside world is outside.
It can get to you only when you let it. Then the curtain opened. Suddenly, the
womb was gone and I was staring into a black void. Never having been onstage
before, I was blinded by the intensity of the lighting, but then I felt the
boards under my feet.
· the opportunity to lead their lives the
way they had chosen to. Seldom have I encountered such contentment in people at
the end of the road; the complete satisfaction of knowing you have done
whatever you could with your life.
· The only thing that interested me about
life, I remember, was watching how people behaved. If I had been blessed with
any ‘gift’ at all, it was an ear for the spoken word. I can still actually
recall the grains in a voice I have heard fifty years ago.
· An actor’s output hinges totally on being
cast right, on how the scene is written, what the character is asked to do, how
he is guided to do it, often even on how he is lit.
· I have always had doubts about the
existence of God but I do believe in the power of prayer; praying not as in
groveling for something but exuding positive energy, and the prayer is answered
by receiving it in return.
· But though I have to live with the
knowledge that the scar tissue of my earlier indifference will never disappear.
A classic Read!