Dilip Kumar

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You were the boy from Peshawar, from the market of story-tellers*, where soldiers of peace, followers of the Frontier Gandhii**, were massacred mercilessly during our freedom struggle. You strayed into the fairyland of Bombay - a young man, eyes glistening like forest pools filled by monsoon rains, with an undying smile always on your lips, disciplined hairdo often misbehaving, deep yet casual demeanour and style. That was you, the man who became our tragedy king, venerated by millions and millions who watched you perform, spellbound in the cinema halls of Bombay, Calcutta, Delhi and distant Madras, also elsewhere across the hinterlands of the subcontinent where the Ganges flows. You were adept at the art of pausing, using the drama of silence between lines delivered in soul-stirring voice that spoke an impeccable accent. Your swaggy gait that shamed the breeze made you the man everyone liked to ape. Whether it was Salim, the lovelorn prince, dacoit Gangaram in rage, or the heart-broken Devdas giving himself up to wine, you played on our emotions like a master pianist shifting between exuberance unreined, despair, frustration and pain to become the book from which Bachchan and other youngsters learnt their trade. Perhaps, you wept in lonely nights in the tinsel town of Bombay reminiscing your Peshawar days - a place destiny estranged and robbed you off in the tragedy of a heartless partition that bled a nation's psyche. Perhaps you carried that pain in your eyes and heart into the tragic roles you played. You are nothing less than a new story from the market of story-tellers. You are the son of silent undivided India that never ever can be divided, no matter by whatever names broken chunks of land are christened - INDIA REMAINS AND DILIP KUMAR REMAINS - Period. Peaks, valleys sing shrouded in mist in the splendour of moonlit nights: 'Oh, stranger, come back, come back' Hero of Madhumati***: 'Please return to our midst In a new avatar to enthrall us again'. _______________________ *The birth-place of Dilip Kumar was Qissa Khawani Bazaar in Peshawar (now in Pakistan) . The name of the place translates 'Market of Story-Tellers'. **Khan Abdul Ghafar Khan, the non-violent freedom fighter of undivided India who was against the partition of the country. ***Madhumati is one of Dilip Kumar's very successful films based on the theme of rebirth. 'Oh, stranger come back…' is an oft-repeated song in that movie.

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