I belong to the generation who watched News, one-day matches live from Sharjah, Gulzar’s movies on Doordarshan and discussed it the next day in college. Unlike now, we believed what all we watched on TV. News in the newspapers used to be fresh, and not already read and devoured on TV channels and Internet. So some of the incidences shown on TV infused in my mind so deeply that even after decades I think of them often.
I never fell in love the way they do in films, nobody does. But seeing it in the lives of celebrities intrigued me. A person committing suicide after getting rejected in love never had my sympathy. Just like Elizabeth Bennet I believed in pride and self esteem. Admired successful people, especially if they were from economically weak background. At this point I read about Syed Modi’s murder. Syed modi married to an another shuttler. Inter-religion marriage and must have been against the wises of their parents. What a lovely picture of love and romance that was! But he was shot dead at the gate of KD Singh Babu Stadium Lucknow. I still wonder why the lady didn’t just go for divorce and parted ways.Why he had to be killed?
The other stories involved Kamal Hasan, who every North Indian adored after the block buster EDKL, left his wife to marry his pregnant lover. I read very sophisticated Vani’s detailed interview and felt her pain deeply the way young girls do. Dimple Kapadia, who got the most expensive ring (in India at least) from her beau came back to films to raise her daughters.
After three decades Kamal Hasan, who does not believe in the institution of marriage, divorced twice and got into a relationship and parted too. I was happy to see vivacious Vani’s pic at a book launch in Bangalore. Ameeta has become the queen of Amethi and contesting for election against Sanjay Singh’s first wife Garima Singh.
So, where is love? In small pieces here and there in moments and memories, may be.