Friday, August 21, 2015

India's OnlyEver Hollywood Hero

A Blog begun years ago as a stroll on the Funny Side of Serious Street, highlighting India's problems. Revived now by adding memories of old Bombay, including excerpts from Dreams of One Country.



India's OnlyEver Hollywood Hero

Does anyone remember Sabu?

He's India's only-ever Hollywood hero.

The boy star of several British and Hollywood movie hits, his is an amazing story. Sabu was born in 1924 and lost his father when he was 9. He was discovered by a British documentary producer who was shooting around Mysore. He watched the boy mahout playing with the Maharajah's elephants. The jumbos would draw water into their trunks and spray it over Sabu. The boy would run up the elephant's trunk and his friend would lift the trunk to help him reach its back. The jumbos and the boy were as chummy as school-friends. And so, Sabu's first movie was The Elephant Boy (1937). He starred in other London productions. Then he went off to Hollywood, where he settled down. All his movies were the teenage adventure type, some linked to Rudyard Kipling's stories set in India. Sabu married Marilyn Cooper, an actress. They had two children, Paul and Jasmine. (His son Paul Sabu started a band and went on to become a popular American vocalist.)
In 1944 Sabu joined the US Army's Air Force and fought in World War II as a turret gunner in American bombers targeting Germany. Among the honours he received for his wartime service were a Distinguished Flying Cross.
His movies include The Drum (1938), Thief of Baghdad (1940), Jungle Book (1944), Black Narcissus (1947) with Jean Simmons and Walt Disney's A Tiger Walks (1963).
He died at the age of 39 - of a heart attack. On Hollywood's famous Walk of Fame on Sunset Boulevard, Sabu has his palm imprint (made on wet cement) on the pavement in front of Grauman's Chinese Theater, along with those of other Hollywood notables. 

Sabu's rise as an unlettered boy from a corner of India and his achievements in a short span of time are as incredible as any movie story! And yet, how many people in India remember him? That's life!


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Tail-Lights:
New India Theme
A Revolutionary Theme, the people's inspired March to an Ek Desh India, lights up Dreams of One Country by Jagjit (and John Daniel). You can easily check it out on Amazon.com. If a transforming India theme appeals to you, venture to download the novel on any device - I-phone, pad or computer.




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Sunday, August 16, 2015

When SizzlingGold Rained on Bombay

A Blog begun years ago as a stroll on the Funny Side of Serious Street, highlighting India's problems. Revived now by adding memories of old Bombay, including excerpts from Dreams of One Country.
 

When SizzlingGold Rained on Bombay

(Excerpt 8: Memories of old Bombay from Chapter 3 of Dreams of One Country)


A time when Colaba, Clare Road and Nagpada (home also to Ashkenazi Jews) had large Anglo  populations. To Let signs everywhere amid fears of a Japanese invasion. Nehru speaking to a spellbound multitude at Napoo Gardens. A frail, sparrow-faced saint walking miles, pleading for communal harmony. The naval ratings revolt, which the Brits called a mutiny. Incandescent sugarcanes shooting into the daytime skies and bullion bars hurtling into homes, when the Fort Stikine (an ammunition ship with gold in its hold) exploded in Bombay harbour. Splendid parades and soldiers street-dancing on VE Day. A restaurant at Ballard Pier in ’46; a British troopship ready to sail, and the sad-frantic girls kissing and weeping…certain the promises of their English boyfriends were meant to be broken. And seeing off Anglo emigrants on Cunard and P and O liners at Mole Harbour. And more. Much more...

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1. India Illuminiscopic:
Check out Dreams of One Country on Amazon.com. If the novel's Revolutionary Theme - the March to a New Ek Desh India - appeals to you, you can download it on any device: I phones, pads or computers. In the 21st Century story youth lead India's people to unite as Ek Desh (One Country), to strive together and build an enlightened and truly modern nation



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Saturday, August 8, 2015

A True Bombay Grandma's Tale

A Blog begun years ago as a stroll on the Funny Side of Serious Street, highlighting India's problems. Revived now, adding memories of old Bombay - including excerpts from Dreams of One Country.


 A True Bombay Grandma's Tale

This true story of fifty years ago reflects on unchanging attitudes in India.

My father passed away when I was 27. An early huge hit in my life. He had given us, his children, so much love. Worse, he died from hygiene negligence in a public hospital. It wasn't a major operation. The surgeon - Arthur DeSa, the most reputed in Bombay then - did a good job. But the infection introduced by an unsterile spinal anaesthesia paralyzed my father and ended his life after two tortured years.

We were living in my father's government quarters and were told to vacate the house. Getting a flat on rent in Bombay was difficult.those days. We had to buy a flat where we could pay for it in instalments over several years. A girl classmate of ours in medical college (my wife's close friend) said her cousin was building flats for sale near Juhu beach. The girl was from a well-educated family and knew very little about her builder cousin. But she asked him to help us. He agreed. All the money I had was the 14,000/- left of my father's provident fund after deducting the loans my dad had taken. The builder wanted an initial 11,000/- in cash. I said I would give him a cheque. He said that without the initial cash payment the deal could not go through. So I drew the money out of the 14 I had in the bank. My wife and I went to his house in Juhu. Seated in the drawing-room with the builder was his mother, a white-haired lady in her eighties. Her young grandchildren were playing around. The builder asked me to give the money to his mother. She counted the notes, nodded, called a servant and spoke to him. Then the servant dragged a huge metal trunk into the drawing-room - one at least as big as the trunks you see on railway platforms, which belong to jawans (soldiers) on the way to a new posting. From her waist the old lady gave the servant a bunch of keys. The servant opened 4 padlocks on the trunk and lifted the lid. The trunk was packed to the brim with 100/- notes. I assumed the old lady had a knee or other problem that made her immobile. And that was why the trunk was dragged out into the drawing room. The lady dumped our notes in the trunk. It was locked up again. The key-bunch returned to grandma's waist. The servant dragged the trunk out. Then the old lady got up and walked away. She had none of the physical disabilities I had imagined.
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Obviously, showtime was over. I realized the drama enacted by her and son was merely to show-off their trunk-load of 'black' wealth. At that age she still craved to show-off. Another example, indicating that this utterly time-wasting, meaningless pastime is nothing new in India. Though, today, there's more opportunity.


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Tail Lights
1. India Illuminiscopic:
Check out Dreams of One Country on Amazon.com. If the novel's Revolutionary Theme - the March to a New Ek Desh India - appeals to you, you can download it on any device: I phones, pads or computers. In the 21st Century story youth lead India's people to unite as Ek Desh (One Country), to strive together and build an enlightened and truly modern nation
2. Man's Toughest Job!  (from Tipsy Tweetlines)
 Look at history, past and present. Obviously, the toughest job in the world for man is to add an 'e' to human.

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