Naughty romance

The title might actually remind you folks about a compounder turned editor turned “free thinker” who conceived of creation of vegan (“Ayurvedic”!) eggs by feeding hens with a diet of cloves, sesame seeds and muesli. If this sounds like a recant by someone on a fruity trip on a particularly potent batch of acid, it probably does mean that. No sane man who is compos mentis could ever think of even thinking on these lines, and if he ever did, he would hang his head in shame, retreat to the nearest penal facility, and give himself up to repay his dues to a largely unsuspecting society which has been traumatized by his vile, ill thought of utterances.

A similar fate should befall the utterly, unpardonably unthinking criminal act of casting one of the most wooden leading pairs ever on show in the 100 year history of Indian Cinema (at least before the onset of the K Gang and K financed debauched movies). The name which rightfully should have the rider of “he/she who shall not be named” of the lead male non-actor was Navin Nischol. I can only justify or offer an explanation for his moniker in that he was latest/newest in a long line of ignoble men (some of them questionably belong to the gender assignment, to be honest) who were emotively challenged. They were immobile (निश्चल ) . The female lead is Archana, who probably had, in true desi style, the right connections to ensure she got the nod and bag the heroine’s role. Archana’s sole claim to being different from her peers was that she had a long plait of hair neatly tied behind her back. She was slightly better in emotive terms than NN, which isn’t saying much, isn’t it?

Wonderful lyrics, great melodious composition, and fabulous singing by both Kishore da and Ashatai


Marred by the two very lignified faces that the song is picturized on.


Navin Nischol proves he was so christened as refused to let the slightest flicker of emotion cross his placid countenance even at the pain of death. When the strands of hair on his hairpiece are more mobile than the face, you know the audience is in trouble.


As a result of the painful realisation of knowing their songs were meant for blocks of wood, great music composers of the era used up a lot of elbow grease and twirled the baton a bit more to give us songs that are still fresh in the mind. Their painful awareness of who their creations would be picturised on undoubtedly led to the extra edge of feelings being added to their melodies.



I remember Buddha mil Gaya for its unusual plot and for the fact that it offered one of the most neglected actors despite his longevity in the industry, Om Prakash, the chance to have a meaty role. He sings a wonderful recurring refrain in the movie (Mannada on song, pun intended) on the backdrop of a series of grisly murders.

Pancham truly at his innovative best. Majrooh wrote the joyous, frothy lyrics sung with so much élan and verve by Kishoreda and Asha. An unusual movie for the great man, Hrishikesh Mukherjee to direct.



Have a great day ahead, folks, while I go and sweat it out in air-conditioned environs. Hopefully the resurgence in the rains will address the deficiency in the season’s average. Stay safe, healthy, happy and out of the Wuhan Virus’s way. Do take the jab if you’re not among the 692 million Indians who already have.

By abchandorkar

Consultant Interventional Cardiologist, Pune, India

6 replies on “Naughty romance”

Melody at its best… lovely duet👌👌👌
Yesss NN was all that you wrote😅it is strange he got a gold medal in FTII🤭😅👍
As was the luck he too got such beautiful songs inspite of being so Nischal👍
Tum jo mil gaye ho… is yet another song on him which will always remain with us🙏🏽
Archana was lovely actress atleast to see😅👍
Was lost in the tinsel town…!!

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