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Lovely article and nice pics Reeth. Thank you so much

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what a lady geeta bali was,i heard when she came to mumbai with her family,at a rent they were staying in bathroom..my god..so painful

very few knows that geeta bali was all set to play widow in film based on ek chadar maili si,and dharmendra was to play her devar,but film could not complete..years later dharmender's wife hema malini played same role..geeta bali's husband shammi kapoor's nephew played hema malini's devar..
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can anyone tell something more about begum para


Begum Para was a B-Grade actress mostly paired with Sheikh Mukhtar in films like Ustad Pedro etc. After partition she along with Mehboob Khan and some other established film stars visited Karachi-Pakistan to see if the condition was right to work there. But seeing the non-existent film industry they all went back to India. Although Mehboob Khan's younger brother Pyare Khan and Begum Para's sister stayed back. Here is the detailed interview of Begum Para

MS OOMPH - by V Gangadhar

Somewhere in 1953, Fort Cochin in Kerala was hit by a bomb. I was then in school there and thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

The bomb was called Begum Para. And it came packaged in a Hindi film, Ustad Pedro, produced and directed by the then well-known actor, Sheikh Mukhtar. Mukhtar was tall, well-built and ruggedly handsome. But he had very stiff competition in Begum Para, unanimously acknowledged to be Bollywood's sex bomb.

The film magazines called her the oomph girl, the girl with 'it'. Whatever she had, Para set my blood flowing. She had sultry, come-hither looks, an eye-popping figure, one she was not afraid to show off. She wore trousers, tight dresses and danced enticingly to the tunes of western music.

Ustad Pedro was a fun film. It was packed with action, romance, stunts and, of course, that wonderful, curvaceous woman. As Sheikh Mukhtar carried off the prized heroine at the end of the film, all the boys watching the film sighed enviously.

Hindi screen had its quota of women with smouldering good looks, who dressed seductively and who were ready to respond positively to a pass from the admiring male. But such women were normally cast as vamps because most heroines had to look virginal and god-fearing and play second fiddle to the heroes.

Not Begum Para. Her sexuality on the screen was electric. Film magazines of those days wrote endlessly about the frank utterances and open lifestyles of Begim Para and her sister-in-law, Protima Dasgupta. She was not a hypocrite, she always called a spade a spade.

I learnt this when I dropped in at her small flat in suburban Versova. The cool breeze from the sea was welcome, but not the stench of drying fish. The drawing room was full of photographs. Of Para's late husband Nasir Khan, her two sons and daughter. There are books everywhere. Enid Blyton for the grand-daughter along with classics -- theIliad, the Odyssey, the works of D H Lawrence as well as pulp fiction by Ludlum and Collins.

The passage of time had taken its toll. Begum Para had bloated up, the hair has greyed and she moved around with difficulty. There was little sign of who she once was. But once she began to speak, the old magic reappeared like abracadbra.

She had endured a lot in recent years. Nasir Khan died in 1974. He was just 49 and she had to bring up three children on her own. For years there was a long misunderstanding with her brother-in-law Dilip Kumar (she refused to talk about it) and the family bungalow on upmarket Carter Road had to be sold. One son, Ayub, works in films (he was most recently seen in Mrityudand), another son and her daughter are in advertising. Life had not been easy for the family, but then Begum Para, by all accounts, had always been a fighter.

The early days, though, were peaceful and happy. The family came from Jalandhar but moved to Bikaner, where her father Mian-Ehsan-Ul-Haque became the chief justice. The family was large, 10 in all, but they had lots of fun and the indulgent parents often joined in.

Para went to school and then college at Aligarh. Hostel life was quite pleasant. While sticking to tradition, her family was quite broad-minded. "We never wore purdah or anything like that," she explains.

"We were allowed to watch films and I enjoyed the experience." One of her earliest heroes, was the debonair Motilal. "I wrote fan letters to him, and he always replied. Later, when I joined films, we became good friends."

Still in her early teens, Begum Para came to Bombay to spend her holidays with sister-in-law Protima Dasgupta who was already acting in films like Court Dancer. Her home was frequented by film people. Perky, pretty Para invited instant attention and producers promptly offered her roles. Dasgupta persuaded her to accept some of the offers.

"My family was not very happy," recalls Para. "But finally, Protima and I convinced them." Born plain Para, she added a Begum to her name.

Thus it was that a nervous, excited, young girl of 17 faced the camera for the first time in her life on the sets of Chand. Her co-star was Prem Adib, a famous hero in those days. The film was shot at Prabhat Studio in Pune and was a family social.

"Oh, I had no acting experience at all," she laughs. "But director B D Kashyap was very understanding and patient, and made me feel at ease."

Did you have any love scenes, I asked. "Oh, very innocent ones," she smiled. "The lead pair looked at each other, sang songs and perhaps held hands. Films in those days were so different. But everyone on the sets, including Prem Adib, were very co-operative."

Chand was fairly successful. Para did not look back and settled down to a film career in Bombay, sharing a flat with her sister-in-law at Worli Sea Face. From 1945, for over 10 years, she made several movies -- Sohini Mahiwal, Mehendi, Shama, Pedro, Dada, Dara, the last three with the swashbuckling Sheikh Mukhtar. The films did well at the box office.

"I played emotional roles and also essayed roles of fashionable women," she remembers. The "it" image was a big thing in those days. Para often wore pants and jeans, dressed provocatively and championed an unconventional lifestyle. Naturally, she was regularly featured in film magazines.

"I had a good figure, and I knew I had one," she laughed. "And if the magazines wanted to feature me in provocative poses, I did not mind".

While her career was going strong, she met Nasir Khan (Dilip Kumar's brother) on the sets of Lootera. Nasir had made a name for himself with some good films with Nutan. "We liked each other, but it was not love at first sight."

They began meeting more often and got married in 1958. Did their families support the marriage, I asked.

"Oh, we were old enough to do what we wanted." she replied diplomatically.

Nasir Khan did not want her to act and she quit the screen. "I was quite happy to stay at home and look after the family," she says. Nasir Khan had a heart condition which he chose to neglect, and a heart attack claimed him in 1974.

It was a shattering blow and she had to face the crisis alone. For about 18 months, she went to Karachi and lived with her sister, who had settled down in Pakistan. "But India was my home and I was back to bring up my children," she explained.

It was then she missed her work in films. As long as Nasir Khan was alive, life had been smooth. But now many adjustments had to be made. But she managed to bring up her children and settle them in life.

Looking back on her career in films, she says she had not taken it very seriously. "It was fun and interesting while it lasted."

She cherished her friendships formed during those days. Nargis and Geeta Bali were close friends. So were, Motilal, Nimmi, Nirupa Roy, Nadira, Shyama and Manorama.

A couple of days before our meeting. Nirupa, Nimmi and Shyama had dropped in for a chat. "We meet quite often," laughed Begum Para. "We talk, gossip, laugh... They are wonderful people". While I was chatting with her, the telephone rang. It was another friend, kathak queen Sitara Devi. They agreed to meet later that evening.

She thinks highly of Motilal, Dilip Kumar, Amitabh Bachchan and Naseeruddin Shah. Among today's heroines, she says Kajol is the best. "Oh, that girl lights up the screen with her presence," she exclaims.

It was time to leave. We had chatted for nearly two hours. But I was certain about one thing. In my book of interesting people she goes down as Genuine Stuff!


Thanks Ummer.
Has anyone read Khushwant Singh’s autobiography, Truth, Love and a Little Malice ?
There's a very interesting rolleyes.gif account of Begum Para while she was living in Karachi.

Noorie



Yeah share it plzzz.... is it something bad? tongue1.gif


You could say so! tongue1.gif

Ummer, Sb fan, Reeth and everyone else who frequents this thread, here's that account of writer Khushwant Singh's meeting with yesteryears' siren Begum Para that i promised you.

The reason I took this long is because I had to type it all from the book Truth, love & a little malice.

Well anyway, here's Khushwant Singh with his version of the Truth! rolleyes.gif

Noorie

Begum Para one time super vamp of the Indian screen had put on a lot of weight after she married Nasir Khan ( brother of super star Yusuf, alias Dilip Kumar) and borne him two beautiful children, a daughter and a son. Her husband died leaving her with very little beside a flat in Bandra and a couple of films. She felt she had a right to some of the millions that her brother-in-law was making.She also had a considerable inheritance in Pakistan waiting to be claimed by her. I met her through Rukhsana Sultana, her sister’s daughter. I saw quite a lot of Begum Para and her children in Bombay. Mnay Sunday mornings the family joined me at the Gymkhana Club bathing pool to swim and have breakfast. Begum Para often brought up the question of money. If anyone could loan her Rs 40 –50,000 she could have her old films re-screened and make a fortune. I didn’t take the hint.
In sheer desperation she migrated to Pakistan to stake her claim to her inheritance. Twoe of her brothers were in high places, one a minister in Bhutto’s govt. It didn’t take her long to discover that her relatives were not willing to part with anything, and she was on weak ground having earlier opted for India. She earned a little by flogging films she had brought with her and appearing on TV. Her children were unhappy. After the free and easy atmosphere of Bombay, the girl who was rapidly growing into a beautiful young lady, found the puritanical atmosphere of Pakistan very stifling. Begum Para wrote me several letters asking for help in returning to India. I werote back that I would be coming to Karachi soon and we could talk over the matter.

I arrived in Karachi early in the evening. Begum Para nad her children were there at the airport to receive me. So was the Chief of Protocol – because I was a guest of the govt. We were conducted to the V.I.P.lounge. The children had their fill of cakes and biscuits and were sent home. Begum Para aceepted my invitation to dine with me at the hotel where I was to stay the night, before catching the morning flight o Islamabad. The Chief of Protocol dropped us at my hotel. Begum Para came with me to my room. I ordered soda and ice and took out the bottle of Scotch I had brought with me. At that time there was no prohibition in Pakistan. I had heard stories about Begum Para’s drink problem. She had to cut down on it because of the price:a bottle of Scotch cost twice as much in Pakistan as it did in India. ‘Would you like a drink’? I asked her, not sure whether she was still a drinking woman. ‘I’ll take a little’, she replied. ‘I haven’t seen genuine Scotch for ages.’

I pored out two stiff whiskys and handed her one.We resumed talking in Punjabi. I was not halfway through my glass when I saw her’s was empty. I poured out another one for her. She tossed it down and I had to refill it before I resumed drinking my own. By the time I had finished my quota of three large whiskys, Begum Para had had nine. The bottle was almost empty. I told her we must eat soon as I had to catch the early morning flight. Reluctantly she got up to accompany me to the dining room.

The dining room was on the first floor. We had to climb up a spiral marble staircase to get to it. The place was crowded. As usual in Pakistan, there were very few women in the room. People recognized Begum Para because of her appearances on TV. They were intrigued to see her in the company of a Sikh.
We were shown to a table for two. We ordered our meal. 'Would you like to have something to drink while waiting for your meal?’ asked the waiter. ‘Nothing for me,’ I replied and looked at Begum Para. ‘I’ll have another Scotch and soda’, she said. She had another two before soup was served. She began to slur over her words, her eyes took on a glazed look. She wanted to have yet another drink with her meal. I put my foot down firmly.

At long last the meal came to an end. I got up to assist Begum Para with her chair. She stood up, swayed a little, and collapsed on the carpet. The waiters came running to help her walk to the stairs. All eyes in the dining room were turned on us. I was doubly careful going down the spiral staircase. I gripped her fat arm and ordered her: ‘one step at a time’. We made it to the foyer. I ordered a taxi for her and waited patiently for the ordeal to be over. A taxi drew up in the portico. I gave the driver a hundred rupee note and told him to take the lady home. He recognized Begum Para and knew where she lived. I opened the rear door of the taxi and went back to help Begum Para.
As she stepped forward, she missed her step and once agin collapsed on the ground, this time with a loud fart.

She sprained her ankle and began to howl with pain. ‘Hi Rabba Main Mar Gayee!’- O God I’ve killed myself. A crowd gathered.

Being a Muslim country no unrelated male would touch a woman. I did my best to haul her up to her feet. Shw was far too heavy for me. I pleaded with the cab-driver for help. My advance tip came in handy. We got her on her feet and pushed her into the seat. I slammed the door and bid her a hurried farewell.
I got through the crowd and made for my room as fast as I could.
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Reeth, thanks for article on Geetabali. She seemed a very natural
in the few movies that I had a chance to see. The one I liked the
most was Albela with Bhagwandas.

Urmila reminds me of Geetabali. Looks and style to some extent.

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IMHO, Geeta Bali was one of the most natural and spontaneous actresses of the forties and fifties.

It was very unfortunate that except for a few movies with Dev Anand, she was delegated to B grade movies and never made it to the top despite of immense talent.

Its been said by Lata ji that she had a special soft corner for Geeta Bali. Also, my favorite singer, another Geeta (Geeta Dutt) has also sang some beautiful songs for Geeta Bali.

I have really loved her performances in the movies Baware Nain, Jaal, Baazi and Baaz.

Thanks to Reeth for presenting a lovely article with beautiful pics of Geeta Bali.

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QUOTE(parag_sankla @ May 8 2007, 12:11 AM) *

IMHO, Geeta Bali was one of the most natural and spontaneous actresses of the forties and fifties.

It was very unfortunate that except for a few movies with Dev Anand, she was delegated to B grade movies and never made it to the top despite of immense talent.

Its been said by Lata ji that she had a special soft corner for Geeta Bali. Also, my favorite singer, another Geeta (Geeta Dutt) has also sang some beautiful songs for Geeta Bali.

I have really loveed her performances in the movies Baware Nain, Jaal, Baazi and Baaz.

Thanks to Reeth for presenting a lovely article with beautiful pics of Geeta Bali.

Cheers
Parag


I love Geeta Bali too. If I have time I will quote what her mentor Kidar Sharma had to say about her in his Book. According to Kidar Sharma Geeta Bali had some resemblance with his wife.

As far as working in mostly B-Grade films, I think it was Geeta's own choice. She preferred quantity over quality and ended up with 70 films in her short career. Geeta Bali was cast as a boy in Rangeen Raatien and she also sang few lines with Shamshad Begum - Mein Ek Shola, Aag Bagola! Geeta Bali worked in few films in Lahore as a dancer before her lead role in Suhhag Raat (1948). It is said that most actresses refused to work with Bhagwan in Albela, but Geeta Bali agreed and it became one of the biggest hits of her career.
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QUOTE(parag_sankla @ May 6 2007, 03:47 AM) *

Lovely article and nice pics Reeth. Thank you so much

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Most welcome parag smile1.gif


QUOTE(parag_sankla @ May 8 2007, 10:41 AM) *

IMHO, Geeta Bali was one of the most natural and spontaneous actresses of the forties and fifties.

It was very unfortunate that except for a few movies with Dev Anand, she was delegated to B grade movies and never made it to the top despite of immense talent.

Its been said by Lata ji that she had a special soft corner for Geeta Bali. Also, my favorite singer, another Geeta (Geeta Dutt) has also sang some beautiful songs for Geeta Bali.

I have really loved her performances in the movies Baware Nain, Jaal, Baazi and Baaz.

Thanks to Reeth for presenting a lovely article with beautiful pics of Geeta Bali.

Cheers
Parag


I too like watching her movies....i have seen Jaal,Baazi,Albela ,Jailor and jabse tumhe dekha hai.......no matter who the co-stars are? or for that matter even her role doesn't seem important when you watch her perform......she is at ease with any kind of role and is such a pleasure to watch........Love her dancing in Shola jo badke and chori chori meri ghali aana hai burah...



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QUOTE(desai2rn @ May 8 2007, 10:35 AM) *

Reeth, thanks for article on Geetabali. She seemed a very natural
in the few movies that I had a chance to see. The one I liked the
most was Albela with Bhagwandas.

Urmila reminds me of Geetabali. Looks and style to some extent.



Welcome Ramesh......I have not seen Urmila's movies just the one Bhoot ...actually one more with the song 'Kambhakt ishq..( cant recollect the name)......where she was o;k....as u say she does resemble Geeta bali in cerain angles... smile.gif



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QUOTE(jassi @ May 6 2007, 11:34 AM) *

what a lady geeta bali was,i heard when she came to mumbai with her family,at a rent they were staying in bathroom..my god..so painful

very few knows that geeta bali was all set to play widow in film based on ek chadar maili si,and dharmendra was to play her devar,but film could not complete..years later dharmender's wife hema malini played same role..geeta bali's husband shammi kapoor's nephew played hema malini's devar..
what a fact


It is a well known fact Jassi....since she died while shooting for this film.....i have mentioned it in my article...


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IMHO, Geeta Bali was one of the most natural and spontaneous actresses of the forties and fifties.

It was very unfortunate that except for a few movies with Dev Anand, she was delegated to B grade movies and never made it to the top despite of immense talent.

Its been said by Lata ji that she had a special soft corner for Geeta Bali. Also, my favorite singer, another Geeta (Geeta Dutt) has also sang some beautiful songs for Geeta Bali.

I have really loveed her performances in the movies Baware Nain, Jaal, Baazi and Baaz.

Thanks to Reeth for presenting a lovely article with beautiful pics of Geeta Bali.

Cheers
Parag


I love Geeta Bali too. If I have time I will quote what her mentor Kidar Sharma had to say about her in his Book. According to Kidar Sharma Geeta Bali had some resemblance with his wife.

As far as working in mostly B-Grade films, I think it was Geeta's own choice. She preferred quantity over quality and ended up with 70 films in her short career. Geeta Bali was cast as a boy in Rangeen Raatien and she also sang few lines with Shamshad Begum - Mein Ek Shola, Aag Bagola! Geeta Bali worked in few films in Lahore as a dancer before her lead role in Suhhag Raat (1948). It is said that most actresses refused to work with Bhagwan in Albela, but Geeta Bali agreed and it became one of the biggest hits of her career.



I think she was desperate for money in the beginning so, signed every film that came her way...
Incidentally she never worked with the Great Dilip Kumar....what a pity......She has worked with Pradeep kumar,Dev Anand, Balaraj sahni , Bharat bushsan and Ashok kumar in the maximum number of movies.....



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Sridevi,Aamir Khan,Urmila & Kareena are fans of Geeta Bali..

there was a time when she went to three premiers of her movies released on same day..
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can anyone tell something more about begum para


Begum Para was a B-Grade actress mostly paired with Sheikh Mukhtar in films like Ustad Pedro etc. After partition she along with Mehboob Khan and some other established film stars visited Karachi-Pakistan to see if the condition was right to work there. But seeing the non-existent film industry they all went back to India. Although Mehboob Khan's younger brother Pyare Khan and Begum Para's sister stayed back. Here is the detailed interview of Begum Para

MS OOMPH - by V Gangadhar

Somewhere in 1953, Fort Cochin in Kerala was hit by a bomb. I was then in school there and thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

The bomb was called Begum Para. And it came packaged in a Hindi film, Ustad Pedro, produced and directed by the then well-known actor, Sheikh Mukhtar. Mukhtar was tall, well-built and ruggedly handsome. But he had very stiff competition in Begum Para, unanimously acknowledged to be Bollywood's sex bomb.

The film magazines called her the oomph girl, the girl with 'it'. Whatever she had, Para set my blood flowing. She had sultry, come-hither looks, an eye-popping figure, one she was not afraid to show off. She wore trousers, tight dresses and danced enticingly to the tunes of western music.

Ustad Pedro was a fun film. It was packed with action, romance, stunts and, of course, that wonderful, curvaceous woman. As Sheikh Mukhtar carried off the prized heroine at the end of the film, all the boys watching the film sighed enviously.

Hindi screen had its quota of women with smouldering good looks, who dressed seductively and who were ready to respond positively to a pass from the admiring male. But such women were normally cast as vamps because most heroines had to look virginal and god-fearing and play second fiddle to the heroes.

Not Begum Para. Her sexuality on the screen was electric. Film magazines of those days wrote endlessly about the frank utterances and open lifestyles of Begim Para and her sister-in-law, Protima Dasgupta. She was not a hypocrite, she always called a spade a spade.

I learnt this when I dropped in at her small flat in suburban Versova. The cool breeze from the sea was welcome, but not the stench of drying fish. The drawing room was full of photographs. Of Para's late husband Nasir Khan, her two sons and daughter. There are books everywhere. Enid Blyton for the grand-daughter along with classics -- theIliad, the Odyssey, the works of D H Lawrence as well as pulp fiction by Ludlum and Collins.

The passage of time had taken its toll. Begum Para had bloated up, the hair has greyed and she moved around with difficulty. There was little sign of who she once was. But once she began to speak, the old magic reappeared like abracadbra.

She had endured a lot in recent years. Nasir Khan died in 1974. He was just 49 and she had to bring up three children on her own. For years there was a long misunderstanding with her brother-in-law Dilip Kumar (she refused to talk about it) and the family bungalow on upmarket Carter Road had to be sold. One son, Ayub, works in films (he was most recently seen in Mrityudand), another son and her daughter are in advertising. Life had not been easy for the family, but then Begum Para, by all accounts, had always been a fighter.

The early days, though, were peaceful and happy. The family came from Jalandhar but moved to Bikaner, where her father Mian-Ehsan-Ul-Haque became the chief justice. The family was large, 10 in all, but they had lots of fun and the indulgent parents often joined in.

Para went to school and then college at Aligarh. Hostel life was quite pleasant. While sticking to tradition, her family was quite broad-minded. "We never wore purdah or anything like that," she explains.

"We were allowed to watch films and I enjoyed the experience." One of her earliest heroes, was the debonair Motilal. "I wrote fan letters to him, and he always replied. Later, when I joined films, we became good friends."

Still in her early teens, Begum Para came to Bombay to spend her holidays with sister-in-law Protima Dasgupta who was already acting in films like Court Dancer. Her home was frequented by film people. Perky, pretty Para invited instant attention and producers promptly offered her roles. Dasgupta persuaded her to accept some of the offers.

"My family was not very happy," recalls Para. "But finally, Protima and I convinced them." Born plain Para, she added a Begum to her name.

Thus it was that a nervous, excited, young girl of 17 faced the camera for the first time in her life on the sets of Chand. Her co-star was Prem Adib, a famous hero in those days. The film was shot at Prabhat Studio in Pune and was a family social.

"Oh, I had no acting experience at all," she laughs. "But director B D Kashyap was very understanding and patient, and made me feel at ease."

Did you have any love scenes, I asked. "Oh, very innocent ones," she smiled. "The lead pair looked at each other, sang songs and perhaps held hands. Films in those days were so different. But everyone on the sets, including Prem Adib, were very co-operative."

Chand was fairly successful. Para did not look back and settled down to a film career in Bombay, sharing a flat with her sister-in-law at Worli Sea Face. From 1945, for over 10 years, she made several movies -- Sohini Mahiwal, Mehendi, Shama, Pedro, Dada, Dara, the last three with the swashbuckling Sheikh Mukhtar. The films did well at the box office.

"I played emotional roles and also essayed roles of fashionable women," she remembers. The "it" image was a big thing in those days. Para often wore pants and jeans, dressed provocatively and championed an unconventional lifestyle. Naturally, she was regularly featured in film magazines.

"I had a good figure, and I knew I had one," she laughed. "And if the magazines wanted to feature me in provocative poses, I did not mind".

While her career was going strong, she met Nasir Khan (Dilip Kumar's brother) on the sets of Lootera. Nasir had made a name for himself with some good films with Nutan. "We liked each other, but it was not love at first sight."

They began meeting more often and got married in 1958. Did their families support the marriage, I asked.

"Oh, we were old enough to do what we wanted." she replied diplomatically.

Nasir Khan did not want her to act and she quit the screen. "I was quite happy to stay at home and look after the family," she says. Nasir Khan had a heart condition which he chose to neglect, and a heart attack claimed him in 1974.

It was a shattering blow and she had to face the crisis alone. For about 18 months, she went to Karachi and lived with her sister, who had settled down in Pakistan. "But India was my home and I was back to bring up my children," she explained.

It was then she missed her work in films. As long as Nasir Khan was alive, life had been smooth. But now many adjustments had to be made. But she managed to bring up her children and settle them in life.

Looking back on her career in films, she says she had not taken it very seriously. "It was fun and interesting while it lasted."

She cherished her friendships formed during those days. Nargis and Geeta Bali were close friends. So were, Motilal, Nimmi, Nirupa Roy, Nadira, Shyama and Manorama.

A couple of days before our meeting. Nirupa, Nimmi and Shyama had dropped in for a chat. "We meet quite often," laughed Begum Para. "We talk, gossip, laugh... They are wonderful people". While I was chatting with her, the telephone rang. It was another friend, kathak queen Sitara Devi. They agreed to meet later that evening.

She thinks highly of Motilal, Dilip Kumar, Amitabh Bachchan and Naseeruddin Shah. Among today's heroines, she says Kajol is the best. "Oh, that girl lights up the screen with her presence," she exclaims.

It was time to leave. We had chatted for nearly two hours. But I was certain about one thing. In my book of interesting people she goes down as Genuine Stuff!


Thanks Ummer.
Has anyone read Khushwant Singh’s autobiography, Truth, Love and a Little Malice ?
There's a very interesting rolleyes.gif account of Begum Para while she was living in Karachi.

Noorie



Yeah share it plzzz.... is it something bad? tongue1.gif


You could say so! tongue1.gif

Ummer, Sb fan, Reeth and everyone else who frequents this thread, here's that account of writer Khushwant Singh's meeting with yesteryears' siren Begum Para that i promised you.

The reason I took this long is because I had to type it all from the book Truth, love & a little malice.

Well anyway, here's Khushwant Singh with his version of the Truth! rolleyes.gif

Noorie

Begum Para one time super vamp of the Indian screen had put on a lot of weight after she married Nasir Khan ( brother of super star Yusuf, alias Dilip Kumar) and borne him two beautiful children, a daughter and a son. Her husband died leaving her with very little beside a flat in Bandra and a couple of films. She felt she had a right to some of the millions that her brother-in-law was making.She also had a considerable inheritance in Pakistan waiting to be claimed by her. I met her through Rukhsana Sultana, her sister’s daughter. I saw quite a lot of Begum Para and her children in Bombay. Mnay Sunday mornings the family joined me at the Gymkhana Club bathing pool to swim and have breakfast. Begum Para often brought up the question of money. If anyone could loan her Rs 40 –50,000 she could have her old films re-screened and make a fortune. I didn’t take the hint.
In sheer desperation she migrated to Pakistan to stake her claim to her inheritance. Twoe of her brothers were in high places, one a minister in Bhutto’s govt. It didn’t take her long to discover that her relatives were not willing to part with anything, and she was on weak ground having earlier opted for India. She earned a little by flogging films she had brought with her and appearing on TV. Her children were unhappy. After the free and easy atmosphere of Bombay, the girl who was rapidly growing into a beautiful young lady, found the puritanical atmosphere of Pakistan very stifling. Begum Para wrote me several letters asking for help in returning to India. I werote back that I would be coming to Karachi soon and we could talk over the matter.

I arrived in Karachi early in the evening. Begum Para nad her children were there at the airport to receive me. So was the Chief of Protocol – because I was a guest of the govt. We were conducted to the V.I.P.lounge. The children had their fill of cakes and biscuits and were sent home. Begum Para aceepted my invitation to dine with me at the hotel where I was to stay the night, before catching the morning flight o Islamabad. The Chief of Protocol dropped us at my hotel. Begum Para came with me to my room. I ordered soda and ice and took out the bottle of Scotch I had brought with me. At that time there was no prohibition in Pakistan. I had heard stories about Begum Para’s drink problem. She had to cut down on it because of the price:a bottle of Scotch cost twice as much in Pakistan as it did in India. ‘Would you like a drink’? I asked her, not sure whether she was still a drinking woman. ‘I’ll take a little’, she replied. ‘I haven’t seen genuine Scotch for ages.’
me to
I pored out two stiff whiskys and handed her one.We resumed talking in Punjabi. I was not halfway through my glass when I saw her’s was empty. I poured out another one for her. She tossed it down and I had to refill it before I resumed drinking my own. By the time I had finished my quota of three large whiskys, Begum Para had had nine. The bottle was almost empty. I told her we must eat soon as I had to catch the early morning flight. Reluctantly she got up to accompany the dining room

The dining room was on the first floor. We had to climb up a spiral marble staircase to get to it. The place was crowded. As usual in Pakistan, there were very few women in the room. People recognized Begum Para because of her appearances on TV. They were intrigued to see her in the company of a Sikh.
We were shown to a table for two. We ordered our meal. 'Would you like to have something to drink while waiting for your meal?’ asked the waiter. ‘Nothing for me,’ I replied and looked at Begum Para. ‘I’ll have another Scotch and soda’, she said. She had another two before soup was served. She began to slur over her words, her eyes took on a glazed look. She wanted to have yet another drink with her meal. I put my foot down firmly.

At long last the meal came to an end. I got up to assist Begum Para with her chair. She stood up, swayed a little, and collapsed on the carpet. The waiters came running to help her walk to the stairs. All eyes in the dining room were turned on us. I was doubly careful going down the spiral staircase. I gripped her fat arm and ordered her: ‘one step at a time’. We made it to the foyer. I ordered a taxi for her and waited patiently for the ordeal to be over. A taxi drew up in the portico. I gave the driver a hundred rupee note and told him to take the lady home. He recognized Begum Para and knew where she lived. I opened the rear door of the taxi and went back to help Begum Para. As she stepped forward, she missed her step and once agin collapsed on the ground, this time with a loud fart.


She sprained her ankle and began to howl with pain. ‘Hi Rabba Main Mar Gayee!’- O God I’ve killed myself. A crowd gathered.

Being a Muslim country no unrelated male would touch a woman. I did my best to haul her up to her feet. Shw was far too heavy for me. I pleaded with the cab-driver for help. My advance tip came in handy. We got her on her feet and pushed her into the seat. I slammed the door and bid her a hurried farewell.
I got through the crowd and made for my room as fast as I could.
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This is Hilarious i can't stop laughing.. biggrin.gif biggrin.gif .....Trust kushwant singh to come up with something like this....No wonder Dilip kumar and she were at loggerheads... biggrin.gif



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Something more about Geeta Bali (Ohh..I can't stop writting about this lovely natural actress....)

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Surinder Kapoor (father of Anil Kapoor and Boney Kapoor) was secretary of Geeta Bali. Any movie produced by Boney Kapoor has a "Shradhdhanjali" to the memory of Geeta Bali. The portrait of Geeta Bali they show for a few seconds truly lights up the screen !

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QUOTE(noorie @ May 8 2007, 12:51 AM) *

QUOTE(Ummer @ Apr 29 2007, 01:54 AM) *

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can anyone tell something more about begum para


Begum Para was a B-Grade actress mostly paired with Sheikh Mukhtar in films like Ustad Pedro etc. After partition she along with Mehboob Khan and some other established film stars visited Karachi-Pakistan to see if the condition was right to work there. But seeing the non-existent film industry they all went back to India. Although Mehboob Khan's younger brother Pyare Khan and Begum Para's sister stayed back. Here is the detailed interview of Begum Para

MS OOMPH - by V Gangadhar

Somewhere in 1953, Fort Cochin in Kerala was hit by a bomb. I was then in school there and thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

The bomb was called Begum Para. And it came packaged in a Hindi film, Ustad Pedro, produced and directed by the then well-known actor, Sheikh Mukhtar. Mukhtar was tall, well-built and ruggedly handsome. But he had very stiff competition in Begum Para, unanimously acknowledged to be Bollywood's sex bomb.

The film magazines called her the oomph girl, the girl with 'it'. Whatever she had, Para set my blood flowing. She had sultry, come-hither looks, an eye-popping figure, one she was not afraid to show off. She wore trousers, tight dresses and danced enticingly to the tunes of western music.

Ustad Pedro was a fun film. It was packed with action, romance, stunts and, of course, that wonderful, curvaceous woman. As Sheikh Mukhtar carried off the prized heroine at the end of the film, all the boys watching the film sighed enviously.

Hindi screen had its quota of women with smouldering good looks, who dressed seductively and who were ready to respond positively to a pass from the admiring male. But such women were normally cast as vamps because most heroines had to look virginal and god-fearing and play second fiddle to the heroes.

Not Begum Para. Her sexuality on the screen was electric. Film magazines of those days wrote endlessly about the frank utterances and open lifestyles of Begim Para and her sister-in-law, Protima Dasgupta. She was not a hypocrite, she always called a spade a spade.

I learnt this when I dropped in at her small flat in suburban Versova. The cool breeze from the sea was welcome, but not the stench of drying fish. The drawing room was full of photographs. Of Para's late husband Nasir Khan, her two sons and daughter. There are books everywhere. Enid Blyton for the grand-daughter along with classics -- theIliad, the Odyssey, the works of D H Lawrence as well as pulp fiction by Ludlum and Collins.

The passage of time had taken its toll. Begum Para had bloated up, the hair has greyed and she moved around with difficulty. There was little sign of who she once was. But once she began to speak, the old magic reappeared like abracadbra.

She had endured a lot in recent years. Nasir Khan died in 1974. He was just 49 and she had to bring up three children on her own. For years there was a long misunderstanding with her brother-in-law Dilip Kumar (she refused to talk about it) and the family bungalow on upmarket Carter Road had to be sold. One son, Ayub, works in films (he was most recently seen in Mrityudand), another son and her daughter are in advertising. Life had not been easy for the family, but then Begum Para, by all accounts, had always been a fighter.

The early days, though, were peaceful and happy. The family came from Jalandhar but moved to Bikaner, where her father Mian-Ehsan-Ul-Haque became the chief justice. The family was large, 10 in all, but they had lots of fun and the indulgent parents often joined in.

Para went to school and then college at Aligarh. Hostel life was quite pleasant. While sticking to tradition, her family was quite broad-minded. "We never wore purdah or anything like that," she explains.

"We were allowed to watch films and I enjoyed the experience." One of her earliest heroes, was the debonair Motilal. "I wrote fan letters to him, and he always replied. Later, when I joined films, we became good friends."

Still in her early teens, Begum Para came to Bombay to spend her holidays with sister-in-law Protima Dasgupta who was already acting in films like Court Dancer. Her home was frequented by film people. Perky, pretty Para invited instant attention and producers promptly offered her roles. Dasgupta persuaded her to accept some of the offers.

"My family was not very happy," recalls Para. "But finally, Protima and I convinced them." Born plain Para, she added a Begum to her name.

Thus it was that a nervous, excited, young girl of 17 faced the camera for the first time in her life on the sets of Chand. Her co-star was Prem Adib, a famous hero in those days. The film was shot at Prabhat Studio in Pune and was a family social.

"Oh, I had no acting experience at all," she laughs. "But director B D Kashyap was very understanding and patient, and made me feel at ease."

Did you have any love scenes, I asked. "Oh, very innocent ones," she smiled. "The lead pair looked at each other, sang songs and perhaps held hands. Films in those days were so different. But everyone on the sets, including Prem Adib, were very co-operative."

Chand was fairly successful. Para did not look back and settled down to a film career in Bombay, sharing a flat with her sister-in-law at Worli Sea Face. From 1945, for over 10 years, she made several movies -- Sohini Mahiwal, Mehendi, Shama, Pedro, Dada, Dara, the last three with the swashbuckling Sheikh Mukhtar. The films did well at the box office.

"I played emotional roles and also essayed roles of fashionable women," she remembers. The "it" image was a big thing in those days. Para often wore pants and jeans, dressed provocatively and championed an unconventional lifestyle. Naturally, she was regularly featured in film magazines.

"I had a good figure, and I knew I had one," she laughed. "And if the magazines wanted to feature me in provocative poses, I did not mind".

While her career was going strong, she met Nasir Khan (Dilip Kumar's brother) on the sets of Lootera. Nasir had made a name for himself with some good films with Nutan. "We liked each other, but it was not love at first sight."

They began meeting more often and got married in 1958. Did their families support the marriage, I asked.

"Oh, we were old enough to do what we wanted." she replied diplomatically.

Nasir Khan did not want her to act and she quit the screen. "I was quite happy to stay at home and look after the family," she says. Nasir Khan had a heart condition which he chose to neglect, and a heart attack claimed him in 1974.

It was a shattering blow and she had to face the crisis alone. For about 18 months, she went to Karachi and lived with her sister, who had settled down in Pakistan. "But India was my home and I was back to bring up my children," she explained.

It was then she missed her work in films. As long as Nasir Khan was alive, life had been smooth. But now many adjustments had to be made. But she managed to bring up her children and settle them in life.

Looking back on her career in films, she says she had not taken it very seriously. "It was fun and interesting while it lasted."

She cherished her friendships formed during those days. Nargis and Geeta Bali were close friends. So were, Motilal, Nimmi, Nirupa Roy, Nadira, Shyama and Manorama.

A couple of days before our meeting. Nirupa, Nimmi and Shyama had dropped in for a chat. "We meet quite often," laughed Begum Para. "We talk, gossip, laugh... They are wonderful people". While I was chatting with her, the telephone rang. It was another friend, kathak queen Sitara Devi. They agreed to meet later that evening.

She thinks highly of Motilal, Dilip Kumar, Amitabh Bachchan and Naseeruddin Shah. Among today's heroines, she says Kajol is the best. "Oh, that girl lights up the screen with her presence," she exclaims.

It was time to leave. We had chatted for nearly two hours. But I was certain about one thing. In my book of interesting people she goes down as Genuine Stuff!


Thanks Ummer.
Has anyone read Khushwant Singh’s autobiography, Truth, Love and a Little Malice ?
There's a very interesting :rolleyes: account of Begum Para while she was living in Karachi.

Noorie



Yeah share it plzzz.... is it something bad? :P


You could say so! :P

Ummer, Sb fan, Reeth and everyone else who frequents this thread, here's that account of writer Khushwant Singh's meeting with yesteryears' siren Begum Para that i promised you.

The reason I took this long is because I had to type it all from the book Truth, love & a little malice.

Well anyway, here's Khushwant Singh with his version of the Truth! :rolleyes:

Noorie

Begum Para one time super vamp of the Indian screen had put on a lot of weight after she married Nasir Khan ( brother of super star Yusuf, alias Dilip Kumar) and borne him two beautiful children, a daughter and a son. Her husband died leaving her with very little beside a flat in Bandra and a couple of films. She felt she had a right to some of the millions that her brother-in-law was making.She also had a considerable inheritance in Pakistan waiting to be claimed by her. I met her through Rukhsana Sultana, her sister’s daughter. I saw quite a lot of Begum Para and her children in Bombay. Mnay Sunday mornings the family joined me at the Gymkhana Club bathing pool to swim and have breakfast. Begum Para often brought up the question of money. If anyone could loan her Rs 40 –50,000 she could have her old films re-screened and make a fortune. I didn’t take the hint.
In sheer desperation she migrated to Pakistan to stake her claim to her inheritance. Twoe of her brothers were in high places, one a minister in Bhutto’s govt. It didn’t take her long to discover that her relatives were not willing to part with anything, and she was on weak ground having earlier opted for India. She earned a little by flogging films she had brought with her and appearing on TV. Her children were unhappy. After the free and easy atmosphere of Bombay, the girl who was rapidly growing into a beautiful young lady, found the puritanical atmosphere of Pakistan very stifling. Begum Para wrote me several letters asking for help in returning to India. I werote back that I would be coming to Karachi soon and we could talk over the matter.

I arrived in Karachi early in the evening. Begum Para nad her children were there at the airport to receive me. So was the Chief of Protocol – because I was a guest of the govt. We were conducted to the V.I.P.lounge. The children had their fill of cakes and biscuits and were sent home. Begum Para aceepted my invitation to dine with me at the hotel where I was to stay the night, before catching the morning flight o Islamabad. The Chief of Protocol dropped us at my hotel. Begum Para came with me to my room. I ordered soda and ice and took out the bottle of Scotch I had brought with me. At that time there was no prohibition in Pakistan. I had heard stories about Begum Para’s drink problem. She had to cut down on it because of the price:a bottle of Scotch cost twice as much in Pakistan as it did in India. ‘Would you like a drink’? I asked her, not sure whether she was still a drinking woman. ‘I’ll take a little’, she replied. ‘I haven’t seen genuine Scotch for ages.’

I pored out two stiff whiskys and handed her one.We resumed talking in Punjabi. I was not halfway through my glass when I saw her’s was empty. I poured out another one for her. She tossed it down and I had to refill it before I resumed drinking my own. By the time I had finished my quota of three large whiskys, Begum Para had had nine. The bottle was almost empty. I told her we must eat soon as I had to catch the early morning flight. Reluctantly she got up to accompany me to the dining room.

The dining room was on the first floor. We had to climb up a spiral marble staircase to get to it. The place was crowded. As usual in Pakistan, there were very few women in the room. People recognized Begum Para because of her appearances on TV. They were intrigued to see her in the company of a Sikh.
We were shown to a table for two. We ordered our meal. 'Would you like to have something to drink while waiting for your meal?’ asked the waiter. ‘Nothing for me,’ I replied and looked at Begum Para. ‘I’ll have another Scotch and soda’, she said. She had another two before soup was served. She began to slur over her words, her eyes took on a glazed look. She wanted to have yet another drink with her meal. I put my foot down firmly.

At long last the meal came to an end. I got up to assist Begum Para with her chair. She stood up, swayed a little, and collapsed on the carpet. The waiters came running to help her walk to the stairs. All eyes in the dining room were turned on us. I was doubly careful going down the spiral staircase. I gripped her fat arm and ordered her: ‘one step at a time’. We made it to the foyer. I ordered a taxi for her and waited patiently for the ordeal to be over. A taxi drew up in the portico. I gave the driver a hundred rupee note and told him to take the lady home. He recognized Begum Para and knew where she lived. I opened the rear door of the taxi and went back to help Begum Para.
As she stepped forward, she missed her step and once agin collapsed on the ground, this time with a loud fart.

She sprained her ankle and began to howl with pain. ‘Hi Rabba Main Mar Gayee!’- O God I’ve killed myself. A crowd gathered.

Being a Muslim country no unrelated male would touch a woman. I did my best to haul her up to her feet. Shw was far too heavy for me. I pleaded with the cab-driver for help. My advance tip came in handy. We got her on her feet and pushed her into the seat. I slammed the door and bid her a hurried farewell.
I got through the crowd and made for my room as fast as I could.
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NIMMI (born 1932)

Nimmi was the perennial and the ultimate 'unkissed' village beauty of Bollywood's
'Golden Era' of the 1950s.She was a vivacious untrained natural performer.Blesssed
to be part of Bollywood's Golden Era,Nimmi honed her histrionic abilities till she evolved
a mildly mannered yet highly individualistic style of performing for which she found a
loyal fan following......Physically Nimmi was possibly Hindi popular cinema's most dimunitive
heroine, she was just about 5 ft tall........with expressive saucer eyes an unpretentious
innocence, and an underlying eroticism that made her a favourite of the movie going public.
Nimmi was born in a small town in Fatehbad, in Utaar Pradesh in 1932. Her mother Wahidan
was a small time actress playing bit roles in minor films in the 1930's in Bomaby.
Nimmi was fortunate enough to get a break in Barsaat through Raj Kapoor where she
played the role of a pahadi girl to perfection...
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In Barsat Nimmi played the role of a naive hopelessly romantic ,innocent mountain girl
pining for the love of a city slicker (Premnath).The films title song Barsath mein humse/i]
[i]mile
and Jiya bekaraar hai were picturised on Nimmi as well as the climax revolved around
Nimmi......Soon she was working with heroes like Dilip Kumar, Dev Anand and Raj Kapoor.She formed
a hit team with Dilip Kumar after Deedar where she played a second lead and Daag...in all
they acted together in five memorable films.......
She worked with most of the renowned directors of her time Chetan Anand,Vijay Bhatt, K.A.Abbas
and Mehboob Khan...


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She acted in nearly 40 films...
some memorable ones

Barsaat
Wafaa
Deedar
Banwra
Sazaa
Buzdil
Daag
Aandhiyaan
Aan
Humdard
Amar
Udan Khatola
Kundan
Bhai bhai
Rajdhani
Sohni Mahiwal
Char dil Char raahein
Basant bahar
Shama
Mere mehboob
Akashdeep
With the advent of new heroines in the 1960's Nimmi's career went under a cloud...
She fell in love with Screen writer S.Ali Raza , who wrote the dialogues for her films Barsaat,Aan
and Andaz
married him and settled down....
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Director K.Asif had started Love and God , his version of the Laila Majnu legend
even before completing his tour de force Mughal e Azam.Guru Dutt was Nimmi's co-star in
the film and shooting got off the ground, this was to be Nimmi's claim to eternal fame courtesy
the director who immortalised Madhubala....Unfortunately for Nimmi Guru Dutt's untimely
death put a break on the film's shooting.........Sanjeev Kumar was chosen as his replacement but
yet again disaster struck when K.Asif passed away.....Nimmi had stopped acting in films for almost
two decades and Love and God was finally released in 1986 in a compromised form, a shadow
of what could have been...

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A fact that is little knnown today is that Nimmi was a singer in the film Bedardi(1951) in which
she also acted...
Some famous songs of Nimmi

Barsaat mein tumse mile hum
Tum na jaane kis jahan mein kho gaye
Aaj meri man mein sakhi bansuri bajaye
Preet yeh kaisi bol re duniya
Ik baat kahoo mere piya sunle agar tu
Hamare dil se na jaana
Mera salaam leja
Main piya teri tu maane ya na maane
Dil ka diya jhalake gaya
Allah bachaye naujawanon se

Today Nimmi lives next to her beloved Bombay Seafront in Worli with her Husband...





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apart from beena rai,nimmi is another actress i did not like earlier..but few days back i got to watch a film called pooja ke phool,i liked her voice..she was fine actress but i guess she was having attitude too..she refused b r chopra's sadhna coz she was not willing to play the role of prostitute or courtisian(she lost filmfare award too),but she played role of courtisian in mere mehboob and also accepted o p dutta's umrao jaan,which could not complete..
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