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July 1941
FILMINDI A
"Oh, I have seen so many of your photographs in "filmindia"
HOUNDED BY "FILMINDIA."
A day in Lahore on the way to Srinagar. It is hot outside, the tem perature somewhere in the neighbourhood of 115, and we pass the afternoon, lying under the fan in a friend's flat. He is a young businessman and associable creature. Several of his neighbours and friends drop in. Smart Punjabi young men, mostly college students or just out of college. And what do we talk about? Mostly about films.
However much I may try to shift the conversation to some other subject, to the weather and the war, somehow it comes back to films, with an uncanny persistence. I say, "Isn't it hot?" and someone remarks, "Yes, but the rains will be here soon," and that is the cue for the third to revert to tlie subject of films with a, "By
the way, do the studios suspend work during the monsoon?"
After some time I try to talk about the prospects of the war soon reaching India, Hitler is inevitably mentioned and soon we are discussing the aesthetics of Ran jit comedies — having arrived at this destination via "The Great Dictator". Charlie Chaplin. Indian Charlie and "Musafir"! I tackle my host whose brother is a prominent politician on the question of the current agitation of Punjab traders and someone goes at a tangent, "Why doesn't some producer make a film like "Mr Smith Goes To Washington" and expose these politicians and capitalists?"
Finally, I address myself to a young man who owns an electric laundry and after some enquiries about his business I remark that though we, journalists. also wash dirty linen (in public!) his line is far more paying. "But you don't do
so badly," he replies. "After all you got Rs. 750 for writing the story of "Naya Sansar" which must have meant only a couple of weeks' work for you."
But how do you know I got that amount?" I meekly ask.
"Oh, I read it in filmindia."
"FILMINDIA" IN SCHOOL BOOKS.
In the train to Rawalpindi. I and Mukherji (the Producer of Bombay Talkies) sit by the carriage window, looking out at the rolling plains of Punjab. In the same compartment is a school boy, hardly twelve, who is looking at Mukherji in a disconcertingly inquisitive manner. Finally, he opens his school-bag and from amongst text-books on Geography, and History, brings out the latest copy of "filmindia", peeps into it, then looks at Mukherji, then peeps into it again, almost refusing to believe his eyes.
Mr. D. P. OUPTA
Tripolia Bazai. Jaipur (Itii.
Mr V D A J D A S V I K C H A H D.
Sadar Bazar. Caipur C. P.
FIRST FlUE PRIZE lUmRERS
We are declaring the names of the first five prize winners in the Readers* Research Questionnaire Contest. The replies given by these winners are const' dered by the Editor as highly commen' dable. The next five winners will be declared next month.
Madame N EE I A DEVI
(handramahal, Thakurduuar, Dombay.
Mr MAHESHWAD PPASAD
hauuabgunj, Mazarlbagh.
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