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Category: Cinema

  • [Food Documentary]: The Foods That Make Billions

    In the past few weeks I have gone through a wide-variety of food related documentaries. They have ranged across the typical Bourdainian browsing the food-cultures type to weird eating styles to those bashing the American Fast Food culture. I thought it will be worth sharing a few with my fellow food bloggers, readers and marketing enthusiasts.

    The Foods That Make Billions is a three part documentary created by BBC about food categories that have grown from simple commodities to multi-billion dollar brands. It is a stunning lesson for marketers and business students, giving them an opportunity to visualize the so often heard about “Value Addition” in practice. Also it showcases the stupid heights of capitalism, and its ability to change our habits and the way we live life. The documentary is slightly U.K. and U.S. focused, and few of these categories are still evolving in India, but it is definitely worth a watch.

    The first in series is on Cereals. It goes through the history of cereal development right from the early days of Kellogg’s, new product innovations in the category, how multinationals changed the way we had breakfast, the tough activism faced by the brands during the 70s and how the products reinvented themselves to suit the new environment.

    BBC Documentary: The Foods That Make Billions–Cereals

    The second one is on Yogurt. The story of taking a simple milk-based product to a fruit-flavored, sugar induced multi-billion dollar selling cocktail. The story traces the origin of Functional Foods from the days of Dr. Shiroto and Yakult, to Danone and Muller’s reinvention of the category. Given my recent interest in frozen yogurts, I enjoyed this one to the core.

    BBC Documentary: The Foods That Make Billions–Yogurt

    The third talks about a product which I believe embodies the heights of marketing success, Water. To take a product as fundamental as water and to create some of the most profitable brands in the world out of it is a marketer’s dream come true. I haven’t found a full link to the video, so listing all the three parts.

    BBC Documentary: The Foods That Make Billions–Water Part I

    BBC Documentary: The Foods That Make Billions–Water Part II

    BBC Documentary: The Foods That Make Billions–Water Part III

    Let me know your thoughts on these documentaries, planning to share a few others in the coming weeks.

    Note: I have just shared the links from Youtube, and have not uploaded or distributed these videos. I would have liked to see BBC upload such wonderful documentaries on their channel though. They have uploaded a few clips on their official website. In case someone has an issue, will pull them down.

  • A Touch of Faith, a Sprinkle of Hope, and a Dash of Guilt

    Faith

    My relationship with God is slightly unexplored. I will be honest here and point out that I do remember God at times, in a rather selfish way when I am in trouble. And it is almost always a give and take relationship, in a “I will do this if you do that” kind of a way. But I am certain of an energy driving me. Maybe its God? Oh yes it is God!!! How can it be God?

    I don’t disapprove God’s existence, and do worship God in some way or another. But it took Oh My Good by Paresh Rawal to help me reconnect back with my faith, in a slightly comical but extremely effective way.

    Hope

    I think in Hindi. Most of us do think in our mother tongues and there is nothing new about it. But I know a set of people who think in English. The way they express themselves (in English) is so much better than what I can do. Needless to say, I am jealous of their confident English usage. Not having an extraordinary control over English has never been an impediment in my life but still there is a bit of inferiority complex induced, somewhere.

    English Vinglish was not only about overcoming the challenges of language, it stood for a simple person overcoming her hesitations and limitations. And yes with or without surgeries, Sridevi looked every bit a superstar, and provided me hope, in a fun-filled feel good way.

    Guilt

    I am quite used to downgrading the new generation, or the so called Alia Bhatt kind of generation. I feel they lack the basic mannerisms in life, have limited knowledge of the country they live in and have partially lost it. In the past I have loved the cinema of Karan Johar, and observed the maturity curve of Shahrukh Khan in his movies from Kuch Kuch Hota Hai to My Name is Khan. So when he chose to represent the much despised “new generation” into his cinema, I was quite dismissive of the movie, and abused it whole-heartedly on Twitter.

    But then I secretly walked into a Cinema Hall last week with my equally cynical friend, and to our surprise we thoroughly enjoyed Student of The Year. Takes me back to an age-old lesson learned in school, never have any pre-conceived notion about anything. There was a guilt within, that of being overtly judgemental, about cinema, about an entire new generation.

  • The Curse of the Ring

    It was my first winter in Ahmedabad. And a cold winter it was. I remember very few things from that period, maybe there was hardly anything worth remembering. Not from that winter, and not from the few months which followed it.

    Although I do remember the irritating smell of fresh paint in the new hostel, the constant playing of Sayonni by two lovely seniors, who were never awake in mornings, and who hardly wore anything more than a lal chaddi. And yes, I recall sleeping a lot, waking up to my roommate singing Kishore Kumar songs. I remember him slowly breaking out from his pre-college cocoon, ready to fly, but confused how to flutter his wings. I remember the dingy and dark classroom, so much different from the first semester, when things were brighter, when gardens seemed greener, and people around me seemed so cheerful. I recall the guys not taking a bath, and I certainly recall guessing which girl had n0t taken a bath. There was a new food court in plans to challenge Brijwasi, putting my new found weight loss to test, a 15 KG miraculous loss was unsustainable few said. I remember me evolving from a small town slightly confused person, to an extrovert and loud, but still a confused person. Film club, cricket club, elections, cultural festival, joy, fights and sorrows, the second semester in DAIICT was about everything, other than studies.

    I remember that it was around this time that I started reading a lot. Past couple of years had been spent in flipping through thick volumes of PL Soni and Morrison and Boyds of the world, but it had still not killed my childhood passion of exploring books. More than gaining knowledge and killing time, reading at DAIICT was about walking together with a brilliant flock of students and faculty who also read a lot. I remember picking up classic fictions from friends, few biographies and short story collections from library, and also at times fiddling with Asimov and HG Wells after which I decided to stay away from Science Fiction as I found it slow-paced and inconclusive.

    It was during these times that I encountered Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings in my friend LKP’s hands. LKP (read la ka pa) always used to carry it around with pride and laziness. A torn book with yellow brittle pages and green cover had been a subject of two recent blockbuster movies and innumerable discussions (although nothing beats the amount of discussions on Matrix during that year) at hostel. Quite naturally I went ahead and borrowed the book.

    It was a slow start to the book, as I progressed I flipped back and forth to have gaze at the Elvish key and the map of middle earth. The initial journey and formation of the fellowship was still not arousing the level of interest I had expected.

    And then Chicken Pox happened.

    It had been spreading in the hostel, I got it, missed 4 weeks, missed the mid-terms, screwed my academics, who cares, this semester was not at all about studies.

    A lot of home-care, further weight loss, and few neem baths later I was back to college. I tried to get a grasp of the acads but they were too distant now. Trying to complete Frodo and the fellowship’s journey was of much more interest to me than exploring shortest path algorithm or breadth first search. So it was a week before the final exams that I picked up the book again.

    And then Viral Fever happened.

    The exam and its results are something which I don’t want to discuss. But over the next couple of months I went through an intriguing journey of discovering rural India and its tribal populace with one of my favorite professor and a bunch of inquisitive teenagers. Even during this period I read a lot and discussed my readings with friends and professor. After the rural internship and vacation I was back on campus again, the bright semester had started (somehow I felt, the odd semesters were always brighter and better, the even ones despite the fests were somehow marred by something or the other) and I decided to pick up the book again and start reading.

    And then conjunctivitis happened.

    People close to me know that I am a bit more than the usual superstitious fellow, and the next thing I did was to give the book back to LKP. A few months later I went ahead and saw the movies, and I have seen it hundreds of times since then admiring each and every piece of what Tolkien imagined and how Peter Jackson articulated his imagination. But it has been extremely difficult for me to order that book. In fact I have never dared to touch a copy of it again.

    The small yellow pencil, wearing a friend’s wrist watch, putting on the same jeans for each and every exam, the timing of a haircut, sitting at the same place or doing the matchstick trick during a cricket match, eating the same breakfast on important days, not drinking on certain days, scratching the forehead before an important meeting etc. etc.

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    Is it only me who is afraid of superstitions or do I have others around for company too?

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  • MOVE OVER BIG BROTHER, BHAIYYA IS HERE…..

    [Today I came across this mail, my first group work at SP, with the bestest group I ever worked with at SP. I still recall our first meeting, a gyaani tungi, Lal in don’t care mode with his red-white tshirt, Monik shouting at the top of his voice, and Nitika sitting in a pink top cursing her kismat for being part of this ganwaar group. I have copied the entire assignment here :)]

    Daroga Babu I Love You, Panditji Batai Na Biyah Kab Hoi, Dharti Kahe Pukar Ke … The fact that people go to watch movies with names like these bears testimony to the fact that Bhojpuri movies are here to stay. They started production in the 60s and were thwarted by the more popular love stories and family dramas of Bollywood. Over the years a much more professional Bollywood started moving up the value chain by targeting Urban Audiences and NRIs. Many of the consumers were not able to make this shift thus creating a void. The main reasons were lack of affordability and the cultural gap as perceived by them. The Bhojpuri movie industry jumped at the opportunity and filled in this gap. With its cultural and entertainment value, it projected itself as the perfect substitute for Bollywood cinema. Today, the market for these movies has grown by leaps and bounds. One of the major contributing factors is the migration of labour from Bihar and UP to various states in the country. Therefore, the demand for Bhojpuri movies is almost omnipresent. Using this case we try to ANALYSE the change in demand and the substitution effect for a segment of Bhojpuri audience comprising the rural/small town audience and the migrants.

    MARGINAL UTILITY/ DEMAND CURVE:

    MU/Demand Curve

    FEATURES:

    1. BOLLYWOOD INDUSTRY:

    A) The market size increases up to the 1990s and there is a decline in 2000+.

    B) There was an increase in emphasis on the high end market as the years went by.

    C) There is a continuous increase in the minimum amount to be spent on a movie by the consumer. Thereby a void has been created by the change in price along with cultural preferences.

    2. BHOJPURI FILM INDUSTRY:

    A) The market size moderately increased upto the late 1980s and then experienced a steep decline in the 1990s.

    B) In the late 1990s and early 2000, the industry rose back in leaps and bounds, thereby successfully capturing the market uncatered or left behind by the Bollywood industry and created its own market place too.

    INDIFFERENCE CURVE ANALYSIS:

    Features

    FEATURES:

    1. IC-1 has a flatter slope implying the preference of the people for Bollywood cinema.

    2. An increase in the price of Bollywood cinema along with the change in the style of film making caused the people to change their preferences to Bhojpuri cinema. They assigned more value to Bhojpuri cinema as compared to Bollywood cinema. This caused the indifference curve (IC-2) to become steeper. This shows that the people allocated more of their income towards Bhojpuri cinema.

    Reference:

    Latika Neelkantan, “The heartland values of Bhojpuri cinema”, Himal SouthAsian, October’2006. [Online]. Available: http://www.himalmag.com/2006/october/special_report.htm [Accessed 27th June, 2008]

    Submitted by GROUP 5

  • टमाटर की व्यथा: Ketchup बनू या कटरीना का Body Wash

    गुमसुम गुमसुम…
    लाल लाल, नरम नरम,
    इस टमाटर मैं है बड़ा दम.

    जब टमाटर ketchup बन जाता,
    हर टेबल की यह शोभा बढाता.

    पकोड़े हो या पिज़्ज़ा, समोसा हो या आमलेट,
    टमाटर है कुदरत की एक भेंट.

    पर जब इंसान को हक है अपना जीवन जीने का,
    तो क्या टमाटर को हक नहीं अपनी राह चुनने का?

    किस्मत मैं था उसके की ketchup बन जाऊ,
    बच्चो बड़ो सबके दिल मैं समाऊ.

    पर उसे क्या पता था की वोह बन सकता है body wash कटरीना का,
    उस कोमल बदन पर छीटा गुलाब का.

    शीला की जवानी, टमाटर की रवानी,
    टमाटर लिखे प्यार की एक नयी कहानी.

    सलमान, रणबीर है किस खेत की मूली,
    जब खुद टमाटर खेले लाल रंग की होली.

    कटरीना भी हुई दीवानी,
    टमाटर की थी यही अनोखी कहानी.

    – अभिषेक देशपांडे ‘देसी’

    Refer:

    Ek Junoon- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSsSM2IR2LY

    Inspirations: Rosesh Sarabhai

  • Desi Ud

    Its been a long time since I wrote about a movie. But Udaan is something which certainly deserves a “writing”.

    Udaan reminded me of a zillion things, although I am always nostalgic about one thing or another, Udaan certainly brought a lot of those memories in picture. Few striking memories were of Banu and Jubhash’s adventures at Mohan talkies with Bhishra sir (names changed to hide identities); me and my friends visiting chattan (we could view chimneys from there, sitting in peace, and that was a place few friends actually tried out chimney smoking too :)); just roaming around the township with its beautiful gardens, well manicured lawns, nice big houses with garden and jhoola; doing stupid kaands in school; a self-destructed diary with good amount of writings and many more. Lot of things which stay in my conscious but I generally don’t talk about also came up. But every thing in a good sense.

    Like Rohan even I am confused, and so are most of us, but the age is different. At Rohan’s age one had the chance to take a decision, we are past that, its mostly too late for anything radical now.

    About the movie, I just loved it from scene to scene, Rohan’s performance, his kid bro and that of chacha Ram Kapoor. But what I really liked was Ronit Roy’s anger puffed stern looks, I always thought of him as a successful businessman with a hit romantic (Jaan Tere Naam, awesome songs) and then a big TV star (Mihir 2, I am cutoff with TV post Mihir 1, so didn’t really know about his acting that much), but never knew he could come up with such a brilliant one.
    The setting of the movie is pretty authentic, take apart my nostalgia, it really is real, and then there is the end which was good again. My favorite song from the movie is Azaadiyan, but I really love all the songs and they just keep playing on my playlist all day long.

    Another development with the movie is that few of my friends came to know about me watching this movie alone. Alone and You they said. Few inquired about my tabiyat, few about my mental state, few asked that am I happy with work or not, I just said maybe I have grown older :). Well I should say that it isn’t that boring to watch a movie alone, just that you cant finish the PopCorn alone (I certainly can’t). Too much of a shock for my new shauk of watching movies alone!

    Its late at night now, and I am working, felt sleepy so thought would write this down in the break. That day when I ran off for this movie I was stuck, mind wasn’t working the right way, the movie helped me be fresh, feel positive and super happy sorts after a long time. I felt a connect with Rohan and the settings, quite simply I felt there was just too much of me in the movie.

    About writing, have lost a few, have thrown away a few, now considering should I be more serious about them? Lets see, quite a simple trigger I received during the movie.

    And I think its time to get back to work again, too much of sitting and working nowadays and too much eating too, I think I will become MotuMaster soon :).

    But I should be lighter, otherwise people won’t raise their fingers when someone says “Desi Ud” in the cult-game “Chidiya-Ud”, surely time for me to fly.

    Right now, it would be back to work and then some sleep.

  • Simple Things again…

    Its awesome, the feel of having simply cooked jeera fused daal & chawal after a week of nonsense eating. Pizzas, subway, manglorean style chicken gravy, dosas, chinese stuff, ice cream and a bit of C2H5OH. But nothing gave me as much satisfaction like today.

    Simple things, like cleaning up my closet, washing clothes, reading a book, cooking food, having a nice simple chat with my friend yesterday night are always the stuff which keeps me going, still I wonder why I run away from it.

    Simplicity from work to food to other things in life, is the way to go. [Ref: Hrishida movies :)]

    For the past year or so my association with things simple were with something else, although in a different form, that simplicity has gone, now I need to be back to what simplicity originally meant to me.

    And hope all things simple which I like will fall in place too.

  • Yellow

    All characters in this story are fictional and bear no resemblance to anyone dead or living

    2005

    After the great Mumbai floods engineers were repairing the sewer system of the city, an engineer mistakenly planted dynamite on one of the lines, the blast was big, and it released crores of tonnes of pure Golden shit on one of the suburbs of mumbai. To check the devestation all the shit was diverted to a large 25000 acre area designated for a SEZ soon. Area sinked, and it definitely stinked.

    In that plot was hidden long back, a treasure of immense value, all of it pure gold.

    Present Day

    Bhairav is the coolest rag picker in the town of Mumbai, has two of everything, but misses the essential thing which should exist in pair. Apprently his boxing buddy, Langdu Sethji with manly boobs and a raunchy paunch kicked him in his gehnas once. From that day, Bhairav yearns for everything in pairs.

    Langdu and Bhairav are the best rag pickers in town, but Langdu can swim saala, and that too in shit. Bhairav wants to go for treasure in the shit laden area, but Langdu says no.

    Langdu’s wife munni is an expert in picking rag underpants, which she even tries on herself at times. she is hot though and even Bhairav has the hots for her ;). Munni says she is poor (thats why lesser clothes) & wants to be rich & start a Safai Vidyalaya on the lines of one by Baapu at Ahmedadbad.

    Cut Scene– Andheri

    Langdu’s brother is the top begger in Andheri, popularly known as Spam he also rides in a haathgaadi (Shaan movie’s Mazhar Khan style). At night he takes part in an underground haathgaadi drifitng race. Haathgaadi race expert Don Karnash challenges him in front of his hot eucuch friend chikki. Chikki drops her pallu for the race to begin, and Spam wins it. Don Karnash asks spam to deliver a box for him which he misplaces. In between he falls in love with Chikki. Don Karnash him for life and even burns is haathgaadi. Spam hitchhikes and reaches the boundaries of Shithole where Munni, Bhairav & Langdu are waiting…

    (I am cutting on the hit song, Haggi Waggi, by Chilly Min-Hug and few other songs…)

    These guys hang out near the shit pond, singing Balluuuu, yeh saans pukaare, Baluuu…

    and all of a sudden appears Balu, along with Madam Ritika Mahalingam and Kid Cloud waala. Punter and Dolly are not seen though.

    It seems Balu is a dushman of Don Karnash & wants him badly. In the mean time Langdu developes a liking for Madam Mahalingam, much to the distaste of munni, who starts wearing even dirtier and smaller rags to catch his attention.

    Climax

    Don Karnash wants money from spam for loosing his box of whatever, 50 Mn Zimbabwean Dollars. As Spam and others are unaware about the latest currency rates they get scared and plan to go for the treasure. Balu has a seaplane which can carry them to shitpond and Langdu knows the location. It seems his dad almost reached the treasure. When he tells the story Kid Cloudwaala realises that he is Langdu & spam’s brother who got lost on the day of floods.

    But Langdu has a secret to share.

    It seems their dad was off to find some treasure and he found it somewhere in the mid of shit pond, but Langdu was having loosemotions that day, and he used to the pond to do you know what. The level started rising and his dad lost control and sunk and died. Langdu is scared of that place.

    But he is convinced and Balu drops him using his seaplane to the location. Here they put the anchor, Madam Mahalingam & Munni cook food and the guys go for treasure hunting.

    Shit main tairne ke teen golden rule,

    – Never breath
    – Hamesha Saath main raho
    – Never shit…otherwise, you know what can happen

    They find the treasure, but Don Karnash comes and as usual grabs the heroines. Then they come out of rooms and the dress area of their arms is removed (remember the old movies, what this signified, confused me ). Anyways heros have found the treasure now (100 20 KG toilets made of solid gold), but Balu starts breathing and dies of the smell, being heavy he sinks too. The others float back, fight and rescue heriones. Bhairav is found missing.

    Don Karnash tells everyone that he and Bhairav planned this and now he would kill everyone. Bhairav comes up and tells that he fooled everyone because Langdu being color blind too was the only one who could have spotted Yellow in Yellow. so he picked him and made a fool of him. He runs away and kills Don Karnash on the way by flushing him in the pond.

    Madam Mahalingam uses the seaplane to go away and other live happily, but one day Bhairav calls and tells them that he has progressed from being a rag picker to India’s largest toilet manufacturer, all Yellow in color. And Chikki is his wife or something.

    **The End**

    Request: Dont watch Blue, please

  • Sunny Paaji da Tashan :)

    It all started with Quark again showing his appreciation for Cinema which only few like us appreciate :). Here he learns from the greatest fighters in Tamil and Telugu industry.

    Watch it and enjoy Big Brother, because every family has a saviour 🙂


    Paaji ka ek aur chamatkar, Jeet ka Mahaan Dance, remixed!!!

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  • Baap Ka Suroor

    A Post which confusingly switches between Bollywood, issue of Female foeticide, killing of Girl Child, the practice of Dowry all packaged with a tribute to the legendary Satyen Kappu. Stays true to the name of Blog.


    यह     शादी नही हो सकती , ठाकुर साहेब मैं अपनी पगड़ी आपके कदमो मैं रखता हूँ , मेरी बेटी लक्ष्मी है उससे मत ठुकारिये, मैं आपकी पाई पाई चुका दूंगा,

    यह शादी नही हो सकती, कहा उसका खानदान कहा हमारा !!!

    मुझे अपनी बेटी की शादी के लीये करज़ा चाहीये लाला !!!

    बेटी सेठजी से शादी कर ले, तुझे खूब सुखी रखेंगें !!!

    Satyen Kappu is a legend by any standards, people remember Jagdish Raj for playing the inspector innumerable number of times, so much so that he has a Limca Record on his name. Satyen Kappu (originally named Satyendra Kapoor) has been devoid of such an honour but I bet him playing a worried Father of an unmarried daughter symbolises much more than these recognitions. He is part of a group of individuals whose contribution to Cinema is somewhat neglected in the glitz of stars. [Refer this post which pays a tribute all these characters.]

    ( A Middle Aged Kappu from movie Coolie, he played charecters from every facet of life, irreseopective of religion, caste or profession. Inset: Waheeda Rehaman)

    In an India torn apart by the Gender divide Kappu represents the destiny of so many fathers who end up struggling for their daughter’s marriage, and brings to light the issue of dowry and female infanticide. In times when our Nation is struggling to keep up a healthy sex ratio, Kappu acts as an inspiration to Millions by giving the message of Beti being Ghar ki Lakshmi. The topic of Girl Child being killed is one of the most depressing things which comes up in our day-to-day discussions, people who practice killing of girl child should be hanged, movies like Matrubhumi have really shown what extremes this phenomenon can lead too. Also Dowry Deaths are still present in our country and is well spread, all these practices should have an end and Cinema can act as a vehicle for raising the concious of so many people related with this. Read through this poem by Sur on Dowry Deaths which was posted a few days back, The Ultimate Greed.

    coming back to Mr. Kappu, be it the drunkard who is worried about his daughter’s marriage in Kaala Patthar to the recent tele series on Zee TV “Mehendi tere naam ki” directed by Aruna Irani where he plays the father of four daughters, he has given new heights to the role of a worried father. Even in films like Rajesh Khanna starrer Aap Ki Kasam where he plays the second-hand Husband of Mumtaaz, his defining scenes come when accepts Mumtaaz’s daughter and finally when he is marrying her off (in the last scene when Khanna dies). His efforts spread across decades are put forward by his presence in the movie Beti No.1, a movie which epitomises the importance of Girl Child (the concept was good, the movie’s execution pathetic), such a movie can be never conceptualized without Mr. Kappu. Maybe he suited the roles to perfection because in real life he had four daughters himself. No one played the role of a depressed Beti Ka Baap better than Kappu through the 70’s and 80’s.

    But Kappu’s defining moment came in two movies- both Kurosawa inspired Rural-Bandit sagas one of which went on to be come Sholay and another poor man’s Sholay- Khotey Sikkay. Although everyone remembers the Ramu Kaka ka kirdaar from Sholay less is known about the origins of an Advocate who fights for Truth and Justice against Jagga (Ajit as the Bandit), is gifted a Golden Watch (which hums a melodious tune) by Sarkar (government, maybe the judiciary) for his sacchai and imaandaari and gives his life for that. In Khotay Sikkay he plays the father of Feroz Khan(who just roams around in a Eastwood inspired robe from spaghetti western days) , Feroz Khan (the unnamed Horse Rider) then goes ahead and avenges his Father’s killing by killing Jagga by the end and hence the victory of Truth and Justice.

    Kappu’s death scene in the movie is one of my favorite moments from Hindi Cinema, when Jagga puts the Khanjar ( a dagger) in his stomach, the tension, the carvings of his face, the widening of his eyes, some 8-9 drops of sweat on his face and the watch poignantly falling from his hand playing a melodious tune and in background of the ever strong Ajit laughter makes for a unparalleled moment in Cinema. I don’t think this death sequence will ever bettered by anyone.

    RamLal from Sholay is somewhat popularised recently by the series of jokes remarking the relationships of Thakur-Ramlal, something which puts the great man in bad light.

    Apart from these Kappu represents the true Indian middle class by donning almost all possible professions in his career- Inspector (on all possible designations from hawaldar to DIG to Commissioner), doctor(Aap ki Kasam), Judge (Khotay Sikkay etc.), Naukar( Sholay), Army Fellow (Dream Girl), Teacher(Khel Khel Main) cutting across religions- Panditji in Ganga Ki Saugandh, Aslam Bhai in coolie, to church Father (I don’t remember the movie name but remember seeing him once). Mr. Kappu is a true manifestation of Aam Aadmi, and we will always remember him as a great actor and a champion of Social Cause.

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