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Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Om Puri The actor who never got his due
Om Puri The actor who never got his due
One of Indias finest actors, Om Puri, died in Mumbai on Friday, aged 66. Film writer Aseem Chhabra believes he never got the recognition he deserved.

In 2007 Om Puri played a significant supporting role in Mike Nichols Charlie Wilsons War: portraying a near-perfect Pakistani president Zia-ul-Haq.In one scene he spoke in a delightful Punjabi accented English and cautiously suggested to Charlie Wilson, a Congressman from Texas played by Tom Hanks, that covert aide to the mujahideen, fighting the Soviet occupation of Afghanistan, should pass through the hands of the Pakistani government.I wanted to write
something on this terrific actor, one of the few from India who straddled so many film spaces - from Bollywood to Indian art house indies, British Asian immigrant stories and big Hollywood productions.- Om Puri: Veteran Indian actor dies aged 66
But the publicists for the film and even the studio Universal Pictures informed me that they had no images of Puri. Sadly this amazing actor had left no impression on the publicists who were mostly focused on promoting Hanks and his co-star Julia Roberts. Puri acted in over 300 film projects in India and abroad, and yet he did not get the kind of recognition that he surely deserved. He won two National Awards in India in the acting category (Arohan, 1982 and Ardh Satya, 1983), and was recognised at a number of film festivals, including a lifetime achievement medal at the prestigious Telluride Film Festival.

He was even nominated for a Bafta film award in 2000 for playing the lead in Ayub Khan Dins autobiographical British film East is East. But unfortunately in the last decade or so Puri, the actor, was largely forgotten in the west and even in India. He did play one last big role in the west - that of an Indian chef in a remote French town in The Hundred-Foot Journey (2014), opposite a feisty Helen Mirren. It was a rare moment when Puri was suddenly, albeit briefly, the focus of a film produced by Steven Spielberg and Oprah Winfrey.
No meaty roles
While promoting that film, Puri told me that Hindi cinema mostly concentrated on younger, good looking actors. And the industry had relegated him to roles of the father of a lead actor or a police officer. He was rarely offered meaty roles, he complained. He was always hungry for more challenging work and recognition. In another interview while promoting East is East (1999), Puri told me that his big regret was that he would never get the kind of roles given to Dustin Hoffman and Robert De Niro. But Om Puri was as great an actor as Hoffman and De Niro. In fact, one can say he was even better, given the number of films he acted in and the range of his performances.
His comic timing was perfect and we can see that in the cult classic indie Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro (1983) and later on in Vishal Bhardwajs Maqbool - a modern day take on Macbeth, where Puri played one of the witches, along with his colleague and friend Naseeruddin Shah.
Also in the same time period he played a sleazy photographer in Shyam Benegals Mandi (1983).
Hollywood calling
He was the voice of an angry, frustrated cop in Ardh Satya (1983), but was equally charming and seductive with his co-star, the late Smita Patil. And in Aakrosh (1980) he was the oppressed peasant who barely uttered a word. Puri became one of the first Indian actors of his generation to crossover to the west with his work in British films - East is East, its less successful sequel West is West (2010), the rarely seen Brothers in Trouble (1995), the Hanif Kureishi scripted My Son the Fanatic (1997), and the mini-series White Teeth (2002), based on Zadie Smiths bestseller novel. That was a time when nearly every Indian or Pakistani role in a British production was offered to Puri. Hollywood came calling as well.
Mike Nichols also cast him in an important role in Wolf (1994) where Puri shared screen time with Jack Nicholson. And earlier Roland Joffé cast him in a supporting role in City of Joy (1992). In 1994, Ismail Merchant cast Puri as a hapless college professor who sets out to interview an ageing and overweight Urdu poet (Shashi Kapoor) in In Custody, based on Anita Desais Man Booker Prize shortlisted novel. Puri was perfect in the film, displaying his frustration as he observed the decline of Urdu language and poetry. But it is the sad reality of the film business, that talented men and women find it harder to get juicy roles as they get older. And Puri had to face that fact.
Om Puri died too soon. But he has left a huge body of work reflecting his four decades as a film actor. He should get the most attention that a master actor of his stature deserves.
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Thursday, February 16, 2017
On the Scrapheap Never!
On the Scrapheap Never!
Hi there.
Sunny Wednesday here in the south-east of England.
Our Groovi Worldwide Facebook page is alive!
So many visitors, so much art!
Amazing what happens when we have a common ground
and a safe, warm meeting place, isnt it?
Yesterday I was stencil happy, and playing
with Colour Burst water-colour powders.
I had trimmed the art just before mounting it on black,
and was just about to bin the scraps, the trimmed slivers,
when a little voice said NO NO!
Theres art in there somewhere!
So out with a sheet of A6 double-sided adhesive,
and lets see where we end up...
One at a time, I laid the scrap slivers down
on the adhesive lengthways.
Nudged them up tight to one another,
flipped them round, so that the colours contrasted.
Just kept going until all the scraps were used up,
like so:
Trimmed the edges with a ruler with a steel inlay and a craft-knife,
then started cutting down in the other direction,
making mosaic strips.
See? Theyve all got tape on the back,
so suddenly they have gone from being offcuts and in the bin
to really interesting.
I think Ill make myself a coaster for next to where I work,
to remind me.
2 packs (8 coasters) on special offer.
click here
Stripey coaster?
No, mosaic coaster!
Time to layer up onto another piece of paper.
Bit thick for the coaster too. Keeps popping open.
The Purple glue runner round the edge of the artwork
back and front. Slip it into the coaster at press.
Now its sealed!
Nice.
Only one thing:
it looks too new.
I wonder what would happen if I sanded the plastic coaster,
took the shine off it and dulled it down....
Thats more like it!
Looks like its been around for years.
Feels lovely too.
compare brightness |
Thats what I mean though.
It all depends how you look at a thing.
Never look at scrap as scraps.
Theres great pleasure to be found in making art out of nowt.
In the same way, I must never look at myself as over the hill or on the scrap heap either.
Its so easy to do when the clocks ticking,
your teeth are falling out, your derrière is spreading
and a wicked witch has nicked your legs
and given you her horrible ones.
In the words of somebody else, clearly with a similar plight,
the day you finally get your head sorted out, your arse falls apart.
But I have to be grateful for what I have
and enjoy my days as they roll by.
All my parts are still working,
and so what if I no longer have the body of a 25 year old?
Wouldnt that look a bit wierd?
Whos with me on growing old gracefully and gratefully?
And now on with the TV prep.
Love & hugs,
Barb
xxxx
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