Vijay of Zanjeer pays his tribute to film maker Prakash Mehra, who gave him that big break! It is Amitabh who speaks his heart out, after reading the news of Prakash Mehra’s death. “What is it about death that draws one away into a vaccum and then starts filling it up with memories of nostaglia? It was early 1971 when I first met Prakashji at the Raj Kamal studios. He had come to ask me to work for his first home production film Zanjeer. Salim-Javed who had written the script had suggested my name to him. He hada few successes as an individual director with the stars of the day-Dharamji and Shashiji, and wanted to go independent.
That first meeting translated into a relationship, much documented now, in the annals of Hindi cinema history. Prakash Mahra was an all-rounder in his craft. he was first a writer, and coming from the North, had a great sense of the language. Writers gain recognition because of their inert story-telling capcity, and that was Prakashji’s forte. He was a teller of stories that imbibed the qualities of drama and emotion and the farcical-all within the content of our rich national moral, culture and ethics. All of his films contained sufficient quantities of this. He was also a gifted lyricist, which many were unaware of.
He was a singer too, and many of the tunes which were selected for his songs were actually sung by him to give the music directors what form or tenor he expected. What he did not posses or what he paid scant respect to was technology. Complicated cameras, editing jugglery, excessive reliance on cinematic calisthenics, were distasteful to him. ‘Log Kahani dekhne Aayenge, Camera Ki Kabaddi Nahin,’ was his repeated refrain. He would place the camera at a spot and allow the scene to progress for as long as the artists could go. When we erred, he would not ask for a retake. He would only cut the shot and move closer or at a different angle, and ask us to continue from where we last stopped.
His early years of apprenticeship with some of the most proiminent makers of the time, had perhaps insulated him from any of the modern techniques. He was a simple man who came from humble beginnings. His commercial success never ever betrayed his respect for the people that he grew up with or with those that remained with him during his phenomenal journey.He addressed me enddearingly as ‘Lalla’ as did I him and each time he would be impressed by the shot that I gave, he would quietly walk up to me and kiss my forehead. He had an air of fun and comedy around him, and many a humorous moments in his films were on the spot instincitve introductions, though his own suppressed laughter , during the time of its enactment once the cameras were rolling, remained a perennial distraction for the atrist and more particularly for the sound recordist.
ON many an occasion, we had to plead with him to leave the set in order to be able to can the shot without interruption. He remained my neighbour thorughout his film career, sympathetic and caring in the moments of distress and exuberant in our moments of joy. He named hsi second son Amit after me, and reamined a proud father to his other two, Sumeet and Puneet. he bore the trauma of his ailing wife, lying in coma for years at his house with great fortitude. We have indeed lost a great film maker and a wonderful human being, Lalla I shall miss you , may you remain in peace, where ever you are.” Amitabh Bachchan.
