Filmindia (1941)

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0| iniss Rita Cadxfle. [ Down South With Baburao Patel 1 Oh\ What a Holiday] By: Miss Rita Carlyle Secretary to the Editor (In due fulfilment of a promise, rashly given, Miss Carlyle^s article goes in here without censoring The Editor) "Rita, Rita. .. .where the hell is that girl now?" shouts Baburao Patel the six-foot editor of "filmindia." And that voice has 217 pounds of thunder and authority behind it. So you go running to him with the powder puff still in hand and he looks at you frowning and mutters "What a time for vanity?" He has already forgotten that only a few minutes back he, himself, had detected a shining spot on my nose and said "Rita, I don't like shining noses." You say: "Excuse me" and get about powdering that part to which a little natural shine is denied. But before you are finished with it, something has stuck in Baburao Patel's throat and he is trying to vomit it out. "Rita, did you weigh the luggage?'" "Rita, did you buy some papers for the journey?" "Rita, where is my camera?" (that camera, ofcourse, was never used. But, as Baburao Patel had intentions, it had to be carried all over the South). "Rita, did you count the packages?'' Before you wrap up each question with a "yes", he is ready with another and by the time he has finished he has asked you even the minutest details of the luggage, found a hundred faults with everything you have done, and when you frown he has already given you one of those disarming broad smiles of his with a heavy pat on the back, meaning that it is all peace with him. That is Baburao Patel a faultfinding mechanism more accurate than the best precision instrument from Germany. THICK AS THIEVES Suddenly, he turns to his crowd of friends on the platform who had come to wish him farewell at the Victoria Terminus. He talks to all of them a': the same time and every one feels that it is an individual talk. Special attention is, ofcourse, paid to Baburao Pai of Prabhat. They are thick as thieves. Their conversation is always in lower notes which only the two of them, can pick up, due to fairly long practice. All that .you, as the onlooker, sometimes hear is the sudden laugh from one or the other. And let me tell you that both the Baburaos laugh loudly enough to wake up a dead man from his last sleep. They are now discussing a project of educational films. They had to do it on the platform, five minutes before the departure of the train, because though they meet twice a day and have hours together they have still not found time enough for serious business. So the educational films are on the anvil and a new company is soon born on the platform, both the Baburaos having been in whispered labour for five minutes. Journalists, producers, distributors, friends and Mr. Parker (Baburao Patel's partner) they are all there. When the train is detained for a few minutes, they all look worried, not because the train would not start but because Babu On the sets of "Thalli Prema" at the Newtone Studios. Seated from left to right: — Mr. Sarathy, Miss Hemlata, Miss Kayinamba, Miss Carlyle, Mr. B. Patel and Mr. Ramnatham Chettiar.