Ten Years with Guru Dutt (Abrar Alvi’s Journey)

Ten Years with Guru Dutt (Abrar Alvi’s Journey)

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Book Specification

Item Code: IDC375
Author: Sathya Saran
Publisher: Penguin Viking
Edition: 2008
ISBN: 9780670082216
Pages: 203
Cover: Hardcover
Other Details 8.8” X 5.8”
Weight 360 gm

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Back of the Book

I personally wasn’t keen on Guru Dutt playing Bhootnath, or, for that matter, the hero in even my comedies. I felt and still feel that as an actor he was stilled. and his feel talent lay in direction. However, I agreed on one condition. I told him, ‘The hero is a county yokel, he us callow and unsure of himself. You have to look the part. Your moustache make your face heavy. You need to shave it off.

From the Jacket

Guru Dutt is probably the only Indian film-maker who, within the parameters of the box office, made a stand testimony not only to his team, comprising stalwarts like cameraman V.K. Murthy, music director S.D. Burman and writer Abrar Alvi, among others. In Ten Years with Guru Dutt: Abara Alvi’s journey, Sathya, Saran looks at the tumultuous yet incredibly fecund relationship between the mercurial director and his equally talented albeit unsung writer, a partnership that evolved over a decade still Guru Dutt’s tragic death in 1964.

Starting his career as a diver and chaperone to Guru Dutt’s producer on the sets of Baaz, Abrar soon caught the attention of the director with his sharp eat for and understanding of film dialogue. With Aar Paar in 1954, Abrar rewrote the rules of dialogue writing in Hindi cinema, till then marked by theatricality and artificiality. He followed it up with Mr and Mrs 55, Pyaasa and Kaagaz Ke Pool-all veritable treatises on the art of scriptwriting- before donning the director’s mantle with great success in Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam.

Full of anecdotes- about how Abrar honed his skills by writing over 300 love letters; how an accident involving a buffalo led to the discovery of Waheeda Rehman; Guru Dutt’s visit to a kotha to get the ambience right for Pyasa-Ten Years with Guru Dutt is a warm and insightful look at two remarkable artists who inspired each other to create movie magic. It is, at the same time, an intimate account of the ecstasy and the agony that marked the making pf some of the enduring classics of Indian cinema.

One of India’s leading journalists, Sathya Saran is editor of the popular women’s magazine me. Apart from short stories and articles on cinema she has written extensively on issues concerning women. She has won a number of awards for her contribution to journalism. Strongly influenced by Hindi cinema and its music, Sathya grew up singing songs from the 1960s, and even today cannot ride in a car without breaking into song. Sathya lives in Mumbai with her family and dogs.

The article I had just read got me thinking.

It was an interview with Abrar Alvi, in the Indian Express and at the end of it, the writer threw out a challenge on behalf on the interviewee. Abrar Alvi had many stories to tell about life and his work with Guru Dutt, if someone was willing to listen to them. Was there such a person around the interviewer wondered.

Having always been fascinated by Indian cinema, the challenge intrigued me. I was at that time going through a rough patch emotionally thanks to matters at the workplace turning sour. This, I told myself, would distract me, keep me from feeling that my journalistic job was the beginning and the end of the world.

I called Abrar and referring to the article offered my services. He was wary, yet interested. I proposed going over to meet him. He was not sure he wanted me to, but agreed half-heartedly. We were almost at the end of the conversation, when he asked me my name once more. I spelt it out to him.

‘Saran?’ he said ‘I thought Saral. I knew a saran in Nagpur-

The must be my family’, I butted in.

It turned out in the next ten minutes, that Abrar had known my husband’s cousins closely. A warmth entered his voice; I could sense trust flooding in. and the date for out meeting was set.

It was the start of a long association reminiscences and narrations. Every Saturday, I would take a train from V.T. Station (now Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus) to Andheri, then a bus to its building and the lift up to his apartment on the tenth floor where after I had taken off my footwear and was seated in a breezy corner of the drawing room by a window, Abrar would come in and we would start the process of recording in my handwriting. The ten years of his life with one of India’s most creative film makers.

Surprisingly my knowledge of Guru Dutt was not as deep as that of other directors, but as Abrar began narrating his stories I found myself living, vicariously a life that was dominated by a mind that had many facets, many aspects of genius. Perhaps the fact that we share a date- he died on 10 October, the date (not the same year though) I was born –has something to do with it.

Abrar himself was fascinating. Equally fluent in Hindi, Urdu and English, he would reel out stories with amazing dexterity, sometimes meandering into a by-lane of thought till I, patiently, deftly drew him back. He never took umbrage at the interruptions, having warned me himself that he was in the habit of losing the thread of his thoughts and that I should goad him back to the point from where he had wandered.

As the stories unfolded sometimes chronologically mostly at random, it dawned upon me that here was a very angry, bitter disappointed man. His anger was directed at many things.

For one, he ranted about the fact that he was still being robbed of his right the credit for directing Guru Dutt Films most lauded most awarded, film Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam. Critics have over the years insisted that Abrar was only a front for a director who had decided he did not want to take credit thanks to a superstition resulting from the debacle of Kaagaz ke Phool that he was jinxed.

Abrar would bubble over when he came to that point. He had many ways of proving he was the man at the helm, that it was his baby from start to finish. He had proof, witnesses and had produced them at times, but the doubt remained in people’s minds-the suspicion once planted, would not be erased. More than four decade after the films release, it still hurt him that the finest hour was attributed to someone else.

It did not hurt him to live in the shadow of a great creative genius, through. As his tale unfolded, it was obvious that Abrar was the perfect harnessed to reality and life. It did not hurt him to have his ideas did not appear. He wrote entire screenplays single-handedly and was credited only for the dialogues, but he was happy because he had found his métier. The angst hit him only when, after his directorial success, credit was not given to him by the world that would not accept an equal to Guru Dutt.

On many a Saturday, I spent the first hour of our meeting listening to him seething and fuming with frustration and despair he would have watched television interview in which someone everyone except him, and acknowledge his or her debt to all except him. He felt he did not exits that the best years of his creative life had been erased were being erased methodically and systematically by those who choose to ignore him only because he was not a visible powerful force any more.

It would take a lot of persuasion to calm his down, to get him back on track make him understand that this book, when it came out, could undo some of the damage could perhaps finally give him his place in the sun once again.

Yet it was not always a grim, challenging assignment. He could be funny jovial tell humorous stories with all sound and action and mimicry of voices that a grandfather uses when telling stories to children –talents which he had used to advantage in the pas and which is one of the reasons Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam turned out the way it did.

In fact one of the highlights of my interaction with him was the tape he lent me, wherein he had recorded an Indian adaptation of the entire screenplay of Fiddler on the roof. He had narrated the than once I found myself on the verge of tears in the more poignant moments. The tape is still with him, and an enterprising to give hum the rights to use the screenplay and dialogues.

A year and a bit after our Saturday trysts ended. and as the book is ready for release, Abrar Alvi is very sick man. The many ailments that beset him-in his own words, ‘Any ailment you name, I have it’ –keep him confined to his bed. His meandering mind phone to ask him questions that the book’s wonderful editor, Shantanu asks he is clear in his replies.

I do wish he finds happiness again and the book vindicates his stand and places him firmly back in public memory; that future generation, who thrill to the world-class cinema Guru Dutt Films produced will know his as the man who was friend philosopher and guide to Guru Dutt and the writer and director of Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam.


Introduction ix
1 Bichde Sabhi Bari Bari 1
2 Baat kuch ban hi gayi 7
3 Aaj Mujhe Neend Nahin Aayegi 12
4 Kaliyan Ki Muskaan Hai 18
5 Kabhi Aar Kabhi Paar 23
6 Apne Pe Bharosa Hai Toh Yeh Daav Laga le 27
7 Kaheka jhagda Baalam Nayi Nai Preet Re 36
8 Janam Safal Ho jaaye 43
9 Kahin pe Nigahen, kahin pe Nishana 54
10 Kaahe Ghabraye? 59
11 Jinhe Naaz hai hind par who kahan hain 65
12 Bade Dhoke hain is raah mein 76
13 Kisho Fursat hai jo Thaame Diwanon Ka Haath 85
14 Kahin Building Kahin Tramen, Kahin Motor… 98
15 Chaudhvin Ka Chand Ho 105
16 Jadoo Nagri Se Aaya hai Koi Jadoogar 110
17 Waqt Ne kiya kya Haseen Situm 119
18 Bhanwara Bada Nadaan Hai 125
19 Kuch Kah Na Sake Uijhan Mein 133
20 Main Toh Mann Ki Sudh budh Gava… 140
21 Ghar ki Barbadi ke asaar nazar aate hain 159
22 Epilogue 190
The Guru Dutt Filmography 199
The Abrar Alvi Filmography 202

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