Dev saab, RIP

I was never a Dev Anand fan. But then I was born in the wrong decade. The decade that saw Hare Rama Hare Krishna, and I am told my favourite song as a toddler was Kanchi Re Kanchi guaranteed to get me smiling and clapping happily no matter what I was tantrumming about. As I grew I saw his black and white movies and failed to recognise his rakish charm. I was after all a Shammi Kapoor fan, the slight tilted beret wearing figure didn’t cut a swathe through my heart. But the songs. The songs he got to sing on screen. They were something else. And I will remember him by those songs.

Abhi Na Jao Chod Kar

Din Dhal jaye

Tere Mere Sapne from Guide

Dil Ka Bhawar

Wahan Kaun Hai tera Musafir

And am sure many many I can’t remember right now.
And for the token Dev Anand memory.
A party at a friend’s home. M F Husain had invited Dev Anand. The house was on the seventh floor of the building, and as luck would have it, the lifts had both decided to die at the very moment. Dev saab, reached, was informed by the watchmen that the lifts weren’t functioning. A modern day star would turn around and go right back, given that he didn’t really know the hosts. But Devsaab bounded right up the stairs and reached without gasping for breath. How do I know? Because I was huffing and puffing behind right behind him. And I all of a college student at the time.

RIP Dev Anand. You will be missed. For your never say die attitude. You were truly the Peter Pan of Hindi cinema.

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43 and battling flab, wrinkles and grey hair. Fighting a losing battle with the weighing scale. Living with the two loves of my life, my husband and my son. Serial buffet offender and reformed shopaholic.
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4 Responses to Dev saab, RIP

  1. carol cahoon says:

    I was thinking of you the other day, you were on my mind a lot.So… wondering how you were, I decided to look you up, pop in and give you a holiday hello….so you have hit the 40′s….me….I am staring down the 60′s…creeping up on them reluctantly, and refusing to recognize myself as one of those “old ladies” that mumble to themselves, spend the day farting and grumbling about them dam kids………Happy Holiday K….

    Wish you the same Carol! LOL. I’m sure you’re going to be one of them going guns blazing into the ’80s. Good to hear from you! Hope you and the family, all well. Happy Holiday to you and yours too!

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  3. Smita says:

    The incident you have narrated is amazing and so very true to never ending energy image!!

    yesterday I was listening to his songs and had a lump in my throat!!! He will surely be missed but his songs are here for us to enjoy :)

    Absolutely!

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  4. Kalyan says:

    I happened to have travelled in the same bus as him at mumbai airport as we took the same flight to delhi as i headed on to ludhiana and he to join vajpayee’s bus to pakistan…he was in the business bus in the airport. i was in it because I was late …some advantges to being tardy

    That’s a lovely memory.

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