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Slaclzmaiiec) dnteioieu) o| Tflazlial ICltan I Blushing Confessions of Famous Hctor
* ■■■■n.iiii ■■. i ■ ■!■ — ■ (By : Our Special Representative)
[Mazhar Khan — the name brings to mind some rare and difficult portrayals on the Indian screen. Modest Mazhar is this time made to talk. A fluent speaker on the screen, he stamme.^d talking about himself. And that is why this personal article took three months. The interview is in Mazhar's own words — only the stammering pauses, the slv blushes and the pleasant surprises are left out.
We do not wish to be worried with more questions so we give his address here: Mazhar Khan, Bachan Lodge, Worli Sea Face, Bombay 18. Readers can write to him if they like, because Mazhar also helps the new comers .... The Editor.]
"I was born just like every one else in the usual way and there was nothing unusual about it. Just as my arrival in this world was without my previous consent, so was my day to day growth. And thus I grew up by the inevitable conspiracy of
In his immortal role as Thakur in Shantaram's "Padosi", Mazhar put in a remarkable performance.
Snehaprabha Marathe, a new talent, will make her debut in the Marathi version of "Nirdosh", a National picture.
circumstances. At the school age, I was sent to an educational institution and when I passed my matriculation, I found myself a fullfledged police sub-inspector.
"While in school the glamour of the Indian screen attracted me. My interest in films increased with every new picture I saw. I can vividly recall those moments of ecstacy when along with the dramatic swings of rising and falling situations, I used to rise and sink back in my seat, just like a bouncing ball, in quick succession. What a nuisance I must have proved to my neighbouring spectators, I can realise now — but who cared then.
"In my heart of hearts I secretly admired the heroes and villains of the silver screen and more so their daring exploits. After a time, 1 found within myself a strong urge to become a film actor. This desire matured into a fancy and, in due
course, developed into a craze. My heart craved but the musings of reason suppressed this craving with ruthless tyranny. At last, the craving got the better of reason, taking a bold step, I shook off the police uniform and rushed to Bombay, the Mecca of films.
WE— POOR MALES
"Reaching Bombay, 1 received a rude shock and felt my well-nursed dreams shattering to pieces when I saw studio gates carefully guarded by heavily built Pathans who always carried big lathis as a symool of their unquestioned authority. I said to myself in despair, "These are not studios but Gardens of Eden whose inner doings and private enchantments must be protected from intruders like myself." But strange to say, any lady could get the entrance without any difficulty. And the fairer she was and more dazzling her bloom, the easier it was foi her to get a passport to the forbidden land. Neither the stalwart arms of a Pathan blocked her way nor did the gates remain closed with
Mazhar with a Zola expression