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Om Puri: performer par excellence On reading the biography 'Unlikely Hero Om Puri', I realised what a remarkable person Mr Puri truly is. At first I was put off, thinking the book to be full of sycophancy as it has been written by his journalist wife: Nandita C. However, as I progressed through the various chapters, it became clear she had given an unbiased account of the actor, weighing both the pros and cons of his character and the highs and lows of his life.
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Patrick Swayze, who co-starre Om Puri: performer par excellence On reading the biography 'Unlikely Hero Om Puri', I realised what a remarkable person Mr Puri truly is. At first I was put off, thinking the book to be full of sycophancy as it has been written by his journalist wife: Nandita C. However, as I progressed through the various chapters, it became clear she had given an unbiased account of the actor, weighing both the pros and cons of his character and the highs and lows of his life. Patrick Swayze, who co-starred with Om Puri in Roland Joffe's 'City of Joy' (1991), writes in the Foreword: 'What also drew me to him was his silent strength and power. I listened to his life stories and in many ways our life became mirrored in the film. We learned a great deal from each other.
We both have overcome incredible odds.Both of us have gone through in life what most people don't know. Therefore, I am so happy that now his story will be told and I am looking forward to reading it.' However, Mr Swayze's dream remain unfulfilled as he died before the book could be published and a copy gifted to him.
Both the actors had been the best of friends and met in several countries. Patrick died at the age of 57. How Om lamented that it had been 75 instead of 57! Naseeruddin Shah, a friend and colleague from the 70s who had co-starred in several films, writes in appreciation: 'The gradual metamorphosis from the scrawny, pockmarked adolescent underdog with hungry eyes and an iron will into a significant and very prosperous player in the international acting scene - is the sort of stuff about which ballads were sung in the old days.'
Om's father was extremely moody and kept losing jobs ever so often, which is why Om Jr could not attend school during his childhood and had no toys. However, he was happy playing games on the streets like gulli-danda and marbles. His earliest memory is of playing marbles near a gutter and each time a marble rolled in, he would dip his hands to get it out. Every time he did so, his mother would bathe him, regardless of the fact whether it was summer or winter! His family relocated several times during his childhood. While living in Bhatinda their quarters were opposite the railway tracks in the railway yard.
Om's fascination with trains grew around this time. They used to be parked near his house and he would spend hours sleeping in the trains. He would get up and leave every time they moved.
His father took him in all kinds of trains and this became a lifelong passion. He was tutored for two years and finally started attending school when he was about 10.
There was no looking back after that. He was not only good in studies but also in sports like kabadi and hockey.
The book contains all kinds of incidents from Om's life from happy to sad, and from humorous to grim. Om was 18 when his mother Tara Devi died. He realised that he had no photographs of her. 'Before the pain of her death could register, the first thought that flashed through my mind was that I had no photograph of the two of us together.' He insisted that his cousins fetch a photographer and finally a photo was taken with the family standing around her body. National School of Drama proved to be a transforming period for Om where he specialised in acting.
Sheila Bhatia, the head of the acting department, who taught improvisation, was the butt of many jokes due to her heavy bust-line. Each time she asked her students to 'bring out their emotions', she moved her hands around her bust-line and the students broke into hysterics. The most popular classes were those of Professor Alkazi who taught Western drama.
He was an excellent teacher as well as a learned scholar. He introduced the concept of a biweekly 'library period' in which the students had to visit the library and read anything that they desired to. This cultivated the habit of reading in them.
The three years (1970-1973) in the National School of Drama proved vital in the making of Om Puri the actor. Om got admitted into the Film and Television Institute of India with great difficulty. Even though he passed the test with relative ease, the interview board was in a muddle as to why they should take Om as a student.
'He doesn't look like a hero, nor like a villain, nor a comedian. What use will he be to the industry?' They said in unison. I am surprised that the interview board should think in this way. In real life, the most ghastly-looking people can turn out be ones with a charming nature while the most handsome can turn out to be people with evil on their minds. Looks can be extremely deceiving! Film screenings were the only source of learning at the Film and Television Training Institute where Om got acquired with the works of renowned directors like Ray, Bergman, Fellini, Roy, Kurosawa, Zanussi and Ghatak.
Critics and audiences first started noticing him as the mute Lahanya Bhiku in Govind Nihalani's 'Aakrosh'. His intensity was such that they knew he was an actor to reckon with. The role won him a Filmfare Award for Best Supporting Actor in 1982.
Nihalani's next film 'Ardh Satya' truly brought him into the limelight. His role as a disgruntled cop, Anant Velankar, was noticed by film buffs all over India and won him the National Award for Best Actor in 1984. Earlier, no 'art film' had run for 22 weeks! 'Ardh Satya' remains a landmark film for Indian cinema. 'It is a special favourite with the Indian police force and is shown in police training academies throughout the country.' In Om Puri's own words (while talking about his first Hollywood venture 'City of Joy'), he says, 'I started learning to pull a rickshaw from two regular rickshaw-pullers.
We would start out early in the morning and return to the hotel before the traffic started. After a few days, I realised that most of the rickshaw-pullers ran barefoot. The first few days were tough, but slowly I managed.'
Ample space has been devoted to two of his most acclaimed films: 'Ardh Satya' and 'City of Joy'. The chapter 'That's Amore' describes his penchant for older women, including a Maami!
However, once he reached Bombay, he finally shed his Oedipus complex. He always seems to be having affairs with two women at a time, as if he wanted to play it safe by having the second handy if something went wrong with the first and vice versa! Puri writes: 'As for reading, Om may read a play once in a while but you will rarely catch him reading fiction or a thriller. One of the few fictional works he has enjoyed is Irving Wallace's 'Lust for Life'.' She elucidates that she learned a lot from him regarding films and understanding them which helped her a great deal with her columns. She writes: 'We almost got caught for jaywalking as we had lost our way after a visit to Rodeo Drive.
Because, as the guidebooks say, 'no one ever walks in LA'.' I don't know which one says that as I have stayed in LA for eight months in 1981 and walked in most parts of 'The City of Angels' and never got caught once either by an angel or a cop! Nandita is a straightforward writer and tells it like it is without taking sides with her husband. The biography keeps your interest from start to finish. It had to as Mrs Puri is a renowned journalist from Kolkata who has written articles for some of the best newspapers like 'The Telegraph' and 'The Statesman'. She writes that during their foreign trips they loved eating 'chikkis (sticky, sweet jaggery and peanut candies)'. I am surprised that being a journo and so well-travelled she does not know that they are called peanut brittle!
Amazing black & white photographs are encrusted like gems in the tome which make it all the more interesting. The only fault I found with the book was a few typos which I am sure will be there no more when the second edition gets published. I picked up Unlikely Hero: Om Puri, by journalist-turned-author Nandita C Puri, who is also Om Puri's wife in real life, not because I like Om Puri's work as an actor (which I do), but because I had read so much hype and gossip around it that I really wanted to get my share too.I know, all the wrong reasons to get a book (but sometimes, picking up a book coz it was too hyped or portrayed in juicy sections has actually been a good experience.) Not this time though! The book was a royal disappoi I picked up Unlikely Hero: Om Puri, by journalist-turned-author Nandita C Puri, who is also Om Puri's wife in real life, not because I like Om Puri's work as an actor (which I do), but because I had read so much hype and gossip around it that I really wanted to get my share too.I know, all the wrong reasons to get a book (but sometimes, picking up a book coz it was too hyped or portrayed in juicy sections has actually been a good experience.) Not this time though! The book was a royal disappointment - a waste of money, a waste of time and a waste of my expectations!
I am hugely hugely disappointed. Well, if you're not aware of all the gossip this book generated right before its release time, let me give you a little insight into the same, so that you understand why I was so wrongly excited to pick this one up. From some time before its release, Indian newspapers were carrying stories of how there was trouble in Om Puri's marriage because his wife had come out with this 'explosive' and 'bare all' book on the actor, so much so that Om Puri had, supposedly, decided to divorce his wife, leave her and go back to his first wife. There were interviews after interviews and stories after stories from both Om Puri and Nandita's side, stating how Om Puri was shocked that whatever he told his wife in his private space was now made into a book to be read by the entire country and world! For her side, Nandita maintained that she wanted to show Om Puri to the world as he truly was, to make sure that everyone got to know this amazing person who she lived with day and night.
She said that despite the fact that she comes out with a lot of shocking never-before divulged details about Om Puri's life, these are all done in a sensible and aesthetic way. Okay, so much so for the PR team and the author's work (I hope Om Puri was truly not a part of creating all this nonsense and cheap publicity stunts around the book) that me, and many like me, were tempted to go for this one - just what these guys planned. Details about the book: Title: Unlikely Hero Om Puri Author: Nandita C Puri No.
Of Pages: 206 Publisher: Lotus Roli Type: Paperback Genre: Biography Price: INR 395 (I picked it up at a 40% discount!) And what did I think of the book????? The book has nothing of the 'dirty' details that supposedly caused so much fight in Om Puri and Nandita's marriage. There are no 'dirty' things that Om Puri did, except only one instance, that too can't be termed dirty as Om Puri was barely 13/14 years old and was kind-of exploited by a maid who was about 50!!! Reading it was repulsive and dirty and disgusting, and this was just about a page in the entire 206 pages of the book! The book is a bore, I am sorry to say!
I skipped and skipped through the pages, as I just couldn't sit through so many repetitive sections. I am really kind of surprised at this book! I mean, really? Is THIS what the hype was all about?? I really wish I got a chance to sit with Nandita C Puri and ask her why exactly did she think she had to come out with this waste of a book!
Not many get the chance that she got, living with such a talented actor and knowing so much about him and his work, and there's hardly any insight into the man's work. Imagine how interesting it would have been to know behind-the-scene kind of stuff, like what Om Puri does when he lands up at the sets, how he decides on a script before agreeing to a movie, how does he prepare for working on a movie that has been based on a book, how does he memorise his lines, what makes him nervous, when was he star-struck or spell-bound enough to mess up his lines.things like this would have made this book a collector's item.but sadly, it goes away without as much as even a whisper. I picked up this book because I admire Om Puri's body of work and of course, because it was in the news for all the wrong reasons.:) However, the book was a HUGE disappointment for me. I mean, what an ordinary writing! I am amazed that Nandita Puri, a journalist could write such ordinary stuff. Moreover, the book does not talk about Om Puri's experiences as a performing artiste. He has done some extensive work with the likes of Smita Patil, Shabana Azmi and some great directors but the book jus I picked up this book because I admire Om Puri's body of work and of course, because it was in the news for all the wrong reasons.:) However, the book was a HUGE disappointment for me.
I mean, what an ordinary writing! I am amazed that Nandita Puri, a journalist could write such ordinary stuff. Moreover, the book does not talk about Om Puri's experiences as a performing artiste.
He has done some extensive work with the likes of Smita Patil, Shabana Azmi and some great directors but the book just about touches on those aspects. Too much was written about his upbringing and his relationships with different women.
The book also came across as a piece of biography that delves into the 'Comfort Zone' of the writer and the subject. The book seems highly edited and does come across as something that is candid at times (that too at wring places) and the rest just ommitted. It was very ordinary. I do not think people would be interested in knowing who he slept with and when. Waste of paper! After reading the book, I just did not feel that I got an insight about an accomplished artiste.
You kind of take it, read it and put it aside. Very ordinary! I happened to pick this one while I was searching for Rishi Kapoor's 'Khullam Khulla' in biographies section of my library. I admire Om Puri as an actor but was not fascinated about him or his life till his death! His death coincided with my father's and almost in same manner, a sudden massive cardiac arrest if the reports about his death are to be believed.
So I kept thinking about him and his life too at the same time when I was mourning and thinking of my father for days together in last Dece I happened to pick this one while I was searching for Rishi Kapoor's 'Khullam Khulla' in biographies section of my library. I admire Om Puri as an actor but was not fascinated about him or his life till his death! His death coincided with my father's and almost in same manner, a sudden massive cardiac arrest if the reports about his death are to be believed.
So I kept thinking about him and his life too at the same time when I was mourning and thinking of my father for days together in last December. I had no expectations and was to some extent aware of the controversies in his life. Salutes to the person who bore so much hardships in life and still grew up to be one of the fine unconventional actors of the Indian Cinema.
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I wish his soul finds peace in eternity. Puri is a writer and journalist, who has authored a collection of short stories, Nine on Nine, Om Puri’s biography, Unlikely Hero and launched her first novel, Two Worlds this year. Her articles have been published in The Telegraph, Dainik Bhaskar, The Statesman and Mid Day. Besides being a broadcast journalist and an art critic, Nandita has written screenplays for commercial as well as Nandita C.
Puri is a writer and journalist, who has authored a collection of short stories, Nine on Nine, Om Puri’s biography, Unlikely Hero and launched her first novel, Two Worlds this year. Her articles have been published in The Telegraph, Dainik Bhaskar, The Statesman and Mid Day. Besides being a broadcast journalist and an art critic, Nandita has written screenplays for commercial as well as non-commercial cinema.
PROLOGUE “Help.” A gurgling cry whispered faintly on the wind, and three teenagers walking by turned and listened. “Did you hear that?” Spence asked. It sounded like someone yelling, but I’m not sure,” Camden replied. “Please h-help.” This time there was no mistaking the cry. It was faint, but the three boys turned toward the lake. “Someone’s in trouble,” Jackson said, and he took off sprinting in the direction of the sound.
Spence and Camden were in hot pursuit behind him. They ran the short distance to the shore and spotted a body thrashing around in the water. As they neared the water’s edge, they saw the kid’s head disappear below the surface.
The three teenage boys stripped down to their underwear in seconds, then dived into the freezing water without hesitation. All of them strong swimmers, they quickly reached the part of the lake where they’d seen the boy and plunged beneath the surface, frantically searching for him. Spence was the first to reappear from the deep water, the boy in his arms. Camden and Jackson flanked him on either side and the three of them towed the boy to shore.
Jackson pulled the wet clothes from him, then grabbed his own clothing and used it to cover the boy, hoping it would bring him some warmth. Meanwhile, Spence began mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, with Camden doing chest compressions. The three of them worked relentlessly, and after what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a couple of minutes, the boy began coughing.
Spence quickly turned him on his side as water spewed from his mouth. After struggling for several moments to cough up the remaining fluid in his lungs, he looked at his three rescuers with large green eyes. His confusion quickly abated, and he remembered what had happened and how close he’d come to losing his life. S-saved me,” he gasped, then started choking again.
Spence patted him gently on the back. The kid couldn’t have been more than ten or eleven years old. “What were you doing in the water?” Camden asked as he glanced back out at the lake. He was looking for a boat or something. “I w-was s-skipping. Rocks on th-the.
D-dock and s-slipped.” His teeth were chattering so hard that Spence, Camden, and Jackson worried he’d break them. The three teens were also starting to shake as their adrenaline subsided and their wet bodies began to feel the chill in the air.
Where are you?” a man was heard calling out only seconds before he walked over the small hill with several people trailing behind him. He spotted the four boys and came running toward them. “Michael, what happened? Are you okay?” The man dropped to his knees. The people standing around him looked at the boy, whose clothing was half off, and then at the three nearly naked teenagers. “What is going on here?” one man demanded, sending the teenagers a suspicious glare. Before Spence could say anything, another person stepped in.
“Aren’t you three living in the Taters’ house?” Camden hung his head in shame. They despised living in the filthy foster home, but because they were together, they didn’t complain. Each of them had been tossed from home to home practically since birth.
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During their two years together at this latest home, they had developed a bond rarely found in such circumstances. It made the bad food, threadbare clothes, and their housemother’s screaming fits all worth it. The three of them could face the world as long as they had each other. But if they complained, they would get separated and probably never see each other again. “Yes, sir, in the Taters’ house,” Spence replied through chattering teeth as he tried to puff up his chest. As the oldest, he had to protect Camden and Jackson, even if that meant that he took all the heat upon himself. “What are you doing with Michael?” another man asked, and his tone implied it certainly couldn’t be anything good.
“They saved me,” Michael said. His eyes gleamed with hero worship as he looked over at the trio. “What happened, Michael?” the boy’s father, Martin, asked as he embraced his son. “I was skipping rocks and fell.
I couldn’t stay above the water. They pulled me out.” Michael’s eyes shone with unshed tears. Martin looked from his son to the three boys, who were beginning to turn blue, and then at the crowd gathered around.
The men’s expressions changed from suspicion to awe in a few heartbeats. “You’re heroes,” one man said as the rest of the group murmured their surprise and agreement. Spence, Camden, and Jackson looked at each other before Spence spoke to the crowd. “No we’re not.
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We were just the first people here,” he said with a shrug. Although relieved they weren’t suspected of foul play, they still weren’t good enough to be called heroes—at least not in their minds.
The men rushed into action: someone made a phone call, another person draped warm jackets over the boys’ shoulders, while still another gathered their discarded clothes and handed them over. The normally unseen boys stared wide-eyed as everyone moved around in a blur, all the attention focused on them. None of them knew what to do or think. This was completely new for all of them. They watched as an ambulance arrived and pulled up to the edge of the grass, then all four of them were carefully led to the vehicle.
Spence, Camden, and Jackson were in such shock that they weren’t able to speak—no one had ever worried about them before, and they couldn’t quite process what was happening. So they sat in silence while the paramedics examined them. They were taken to the emergency room, and then transferred to a private room in the back, where medical staff came in and out asking questions and checking their temperatures. After about an hour the man who’d been calling for Michael entered the room. Wrapped in heated blankets, the three boys were sipping hot chocolate and eating sandwiches.
The man looked at them with tear-filled eyes. “I don’t know how I could ever possibly repay you for what you’ve done. I don’t think you even comprehend what heroes you truly are. My son is going to be fine thanks to you. He’s in the room next door sleeping,” he said before pausing for a moment.
“My name is Martin Whitman, and the boy you risked your lives to save is my only son, Michael. He’s my entire world. We lost his mother two years ago and now all we have is each other.” Martin’s voice was choked. The boys looked at him in surprise. They’d done what any other human being would do, hadn’t they? But this man seemed to think they’d performed a great service.