A few years after that debut, Raj Kapoor would launch his son in his ‘adult’ debut – Hindi cinema’s first teenage love story, Bobby. It was a dream debut opposite a fresh-faced debutante, Dimple Kapadia (though Rishi would claim that the film was made to launch Dimple, not him). Rishi was 21, Dimple, 15. The film? A blockbuster.
But I, who watched Bobby, years after its initial release, was still too young to understand teenage angst or rebellion. Besides, Rishi looked too young to be an idol, and my heart was already taken by a tall man with sad eyes who played the harmonica. But Rishi was part of my childhood in many ways – that was the era when I think I watched a movie every weekend; my father loved Hindi films, and he took us to as many as were released. So I saw Rishi romance a new heroine in every film, loved the youthful energy he brought to his lover-boy roles, and enjoyed his films which were mostly entertaining.
Karz was the turning point for me – that was when Rishi Kapoor entered the league of my favourite heroes (in the second rung after Amitabh, of course). The story, an adaptation of The Reincarnation of Peter Proud had some great songs, a fresh pairing in Rishi and Tina Munim, Pran in an avuncular role, and a female villain. The object of Rishi’s infatuation in his first film was now the murderess whom he seduces for revenge. Interesting premise, and the ‘masala’ elements of the film really worked.
As I grew older, and watched more and more films, I began to have a sneaking respect for a ‘hero’ who didn’t care he was playing second fiddle to the heroine. Rishi made his mark in several films which either had the heroine in the titular role, or otherwise had the lion’s share of reel time – Bobby, Kabhi Kabhie, Sargam, Doosra Aadmi, Prem Rog, Nagina, Chandni, Henna, Damini, Prem Granth, Daraar, etc.
However, things began to change when Hindi cinema underwent another change – for the better. Fresh directors began to emerge, bringing a new ‘voice’ to the ongoing narrative. Mindless ‘entertainers' continued to be made, but there were some oases of hope – and Rishi joyously embraced ‘new-age’ cinema. Freed from the entrapment of ‘hero’ and not having to shoulder the responsibility of the film on his shoulders left him free to experiment. And the ‘chocolate-boy’ ‘teenage heartthrob’ took on diverse characters, good, bad, deviant – and exulted in that freedom.
The enfant terrible of Hindi cinema may still have been alive and well – in real life, Kapoor could be brash, rude, even obnoxious. But, to his credit, he admitted his faults, apologised when he was wrong, and was, above all else, brutally honest about himself – and others. But as cast and crew of his various films admitted, sometimes shamefacedly, Rishi was committed to his job. He was punctual, knew his lines, and made no objections to countless retakes.
In his prime, he may have been dismissed as a romantic hero serenading his heroines; however, as I went through quite a few of his films following his demise, good, bad and indifferent, I realised that I never saw a bad Rishi Kapoor performance. He was never indifferent; he never sleep walked through his roles. He was a natural in front of the camera, and it showed up lesser actors’ lack of talent. You couldn’t blame Rishi for it; he was the most generous of co-stars – vouched for by the many people who worked with him – who worked for the betterment of the scene rather than an extra two seconds of his face on screen. No one has ever accused him of stealing their thunder, or cutting their scenes, or changing the script to suit his image. No wonder he worked in so many multi-starrers, two-hero, and heroine-dominated films. That lack of vanity showed in his performance as well.
Today, on his birth anniversary, a very subjective list of some of my favourite Rishi Kapoor performances.
1. Raju
A young adolescent, out of place among his richer classmates, finds compassion and understanding from his new English teacher (Simi Garewal). Her friendliness offers the lonely young boy a lifeline, which soon develops into a crush. Anyone who has undergone the heartbreak of an adolescent crush can understand Raju’s agony. The first of three parts of a semi-autobiographical film was a gentle coming-of-age saga which begins when Raju is around 14 or so. Rishi Kapoor won a well-deserved National Award for Best Child Artist this role.
The time was the 70s when Amitabh Bachchan overshadowed everyone around him. The film was a multi-starrer, co-starring Vinod Khanna, a rival claimant to Amitabh’s throne. It was directed by Manmohan Desai, a Amitabh favourite. And yet, Rishi Kapoor not only had a lion’s share of the songs, he made his presence felt as the affable qawal, Akbar Ilahabadi. He provided the romance, the youthful zest and the humour in a film that was as zany as any Desai could dream up. With his see-through shirts (which Rishi scoured Fashion Street to buy), a hairline moustache and ebullient charm, Rishi sailed through the film, leaving us as much in love with his Akbar as Neetu’s Salma.
A film that supposedly failed upon release [I watched it in a packed theatre in Bangalore] and so devastated Rishi Kapoor that he fell into a depression, Karz has reclaimed its status. This Indian adaptation of The Reincarnation of Peter Proud has become a cult film over the years. As a young singer whose past life surfaces, leaving him to seek justice for a grievous wrong that was done to him and his family, Rishi was magnificent. It was this film that made me look a little closer at Rishi, the actor – the scenes where he terrorizes his antagonist, the micro-expressions that flicker on his face only to vanish under a veneer of charm, the terror those expressions incite in the viewer – this was a different Rishi from the ‘lover boy’ image that his previous roles had conferred on him.
Rishi was one of those secure actors who didn’t mind playing second-fiddle in films which either revolved around the heroine or had a strong female protagonist. In Prem Rog, that protagonist is Rama (Padmini Kolhapure), the pampered, spoilt daughter of a rich Thakur household. Dev’s (Rishi) love for Rama is unspoken, neither understood nor requited. Until Rama, who becomes a widow just a day after her marriage, returns home, grieving, traumatized and scarred by experiences no child should experience. Dev’s quiet friendship offers Rama both solace and support, and now, the forced-to-mature-quickly young girl is drawn to his unconditional love. Rishi’s Deodhar is compassionate, courageous, determined, and matter-of-fact. It was a stellar performance.
I know Yash Chopra is considered the King of Romance, but truth be told, his romances leave me cold. I find them vapid, even regressive, and his notions of man-woman relationships leave me shuddering. Chandni’s Rohit, particularly, is the kind of man who, if he were my boyfriend, I would want to hit on the head with a cricket bat. [No, hiring a helicopter to shower me with rose petals would not cause my heart to flutter with joy; it would only cause me to question his intelligence. And mine, for falling in love with him.]
Damini was an ode to Meenakshi Seshadri, made by a director who was self-admittedly head over heels in love with her. Meenakshi, never really known for her acting chops, did a reasonably competent job as an ordinary young woman who’s forced to take a stand during extraordinary circumstances. The critics raved about Sunny Deol’s dhaai kilo ke haath and other wolf-whistles-to-the-gallery dialogues which helped him, as the reviews of the day stated, to ‘walk away with the honours’. What most people didn’t notice then was that Rishi had a thankless, but more quietly nuanced role – that of the odd man in a joint family who’s torn between the wife he loves and his family of origin, and his own sense of right and wrong.
7. Romi Rolly
Ah, what a comeback! For Neetu, that is. Despite the long hiatus from films, she proved she had matured as she aged. But. The film belonged to Rishi, Santosh Duggal seemingly an extension of his real persona – opinionated, short-tempered, obstinate, but honest and principled. This little gem of a film showcased the reality of the Indian middle-class – the ones caught between the aspirations of their upwardly-mobile progeny and the often-sour reality of their existence. Santosh Duggal is a man of principles who struggles to live up to his children’s expectations. It is a tale of two Indias, often trapped within a single household. The atmosphere was both believable and lived in, the characters, not just the two ‘leads’, people whom we have all met and known. The language, the relationships, the suddenly flaring-up feuds and the camaraderie between neighbours came through the tight screenplay that set the narrative amidst Delhi’s crowded lanes and middle-class neighbourhoods.
There had been hints of grey in Rishi’s characters before – Zehreela Insaan, Badalte Rishte, Khoj, even Karz. But this was out and out villainy, much to the dismay of his fans who had grown accustomed to his avuncular older characters (as in Dilli-6). But Rishi, so seemingly miscast, bit into this new role with relish. As Rauf Lala, the man who inducts Vijay (Hrithik Roshan) into the world of crime, and is an unapologetic child trafficker, Rishi’s kohl-lined eyes evoked only dread every time he appeared on screen. His performance was so chillingly real that the audience hated him. Interestingly, Rishi was hesitant about playing the character and had, in fact, rejected the offer, only to be persuaded by both Karans – Johar (the producer) and Malhotra (the director). In a post-film interview, he remarked on taking a look test for the film – according to him, a first in his career.
It seems once filmmakers knew Rishi could play the bad guy, the floodgates opened. Aurangazeb, the same year, saw Rishi don the role of DCP Ravikant Phogat, a corrupt police officer who manipulates events and even his own nephew Arya (Prithviraj Sukumaran) in order to destroy Yashvardhan (Jackie Shroff) and usurp his business empire. And he will stop at nothing to achieve his goal, not even murder. It was a skilled, nuanced portrayal, and showed the younglings in the film that the veteran actor still had a few tricks up his sleeve.
From the disaster that was Ra.One, director Anubhav Sinha finally came into his own, making Mulk, a film that looked at the collateral damage to terrorism – the family of the terrorist. Shahid (Prateik Babbar), a youngster, is brainwashed into joining a terrorist organisation and becoming part of a bomb attack. SSP Danish Javed (Rajat Kapoor) shoots Shahid dead when he tries to escape instead of surrendering. As the police comb his house looking for evidence, the news spreads. Soon, the neighbourhood in which Murad Ali Mohammed (Rishi Kapoor), Shahid’s uncle, has lived his whole life begins viewing them with suspicion. Rishi’s Murad wears his Muslim identity with pride – he sports a beard, does namaz five times a day, and is insistent that he’s only answerable to his iman and mulk. But what happens when that mulk has no space for him? Mulk is a film that called for sanity and objectivity. And Rishi, who signed the film fifteen minutes into its narration, is its lynchpin.
As I was making this list, I also realized that I liked as many films in his second innings as I did when he epitomized romance. That stands testimony, not only to his versatility but also his longevity as a performer. Rishi Kapoor didn't consider himself a superstar. He was an actor first and foremost, a performer who lived to entertain.
But whatever else he was or was not, he was one of a kind. They don't make actors like him any more.
You
are missed, sir. You will always be.
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