MEMORIES OF OLD BOMBAY AND BOLLYWOOD - 2

As I mentioned in an earlier blog, the three studios located on Dadar Main Road made the street Bombay's Bollywood in the old days. There was often a crowd at the gates, waiting to watch a glowing painted-up Meena Kumari arriving in the back seat of a car or a hopeful Dharmendra walking in.

In those days it was easy to travel in the city. From the time I was eight my parents had no hesitation allowing me to go to town (the Fort area), riding in a G.I.P. (Great Indian Peninsular Railway; now, the Central Railway) or by tram, which was just a one-anna ride anywhere up to Museum. Or, perhaps, Colaba - I'm not too sure. There was always place to sit in a tram or train.

There were more Irani restaurants (like Cafe Paris in front of the University and and Leoplold's in Colaba) those days than south Indian or Udipi. All the restaurants had radios blaring. You heard film songs all day - a Noor Jehan, a Punjabi full-voiced Shamshad Begum, a Saigal, or a softly sentimental young Lata Mangeshkar.
Later the Irani restaurants had beautiful juke-boxes and at the drop of a four-anna coin you could watch the records roll around to play Sail Along Silvery Moon or Tony Brent's Cindy, Oh Cindy - one of his earliest recordings after he left Bombay for America.
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Oh yeah! Bombay was then a cosmopolitan world city.