Definitive Bachchan Moments

October 11 was his birthday and we look back at some memorable romantic performances of the 73-year-old screen legend who was wrongly stereotyped as the angry-young-man

Published: 12th October 2015 05:07 AM  |   Last Updated: 12th October 2015 05:07 AM   |  A+A-

In the 70s and the 80s, cinema was an Eastman colour, 70 mm or cinema-scope as the case may be, ‘cannot bear to miss a scene’ event. And if you have not watched Trishul and Deewar or Kala Patthar or Sholay in a cinema hall, you will never know what it was like to be in the heart of a storm called Amitabh Bachchan. But he was not just the angry outsider challenging entrenched power equations in a dockyard worker’s blue shirt with a badge that just happened to read 786, a coal miner in a white shirt knotted at the waist, surveying the world with a haunted gaze, with that delicious stubble on his gaunt face and bursting in immaculate English, “This pain is my destiny.” Bachchan was also the dialogues that he delivered. He was the body and soul of a line, he was rage and conflict and angst and sublimation. He was also his brooding silences. His gravitas. His deep love for his women even in films where he was the hero and the anti-hero and the script and the music and the comedy and frenetic action.

 Bachchan.jpg   Directors gave him roles that seared the screen but also allowed him to express elemental human emotions. Like, yes, love.  Watch him walk down the rain filled streets of Mumbai in Basu Chatterjee’s 1979 film Manzil. There is the melody of RD’s Rim jhim gire saawan and then there is Bachchan flowing with the song, untutored like the rain and so believably in love. My favourite bit is right at the end when he is sitting on a bench with Mausami Chatterjee and whispering something in her ear that we wish we could hear. And so here is my list of the 10 best moments when Amitabh Bachchan was in love on screen and we  could not breathe or look away.

Mili (1975)

While the whole world discusses Amitabh Bachchan’s chemistry with Rekha, he had better tuning with Jaya Bachchan. The two did not even need to touch each other to convey a deep, soulful connection. The kind they shared in Sholay, Abhiman and then in Mili. Bachchan’s Shekhar in this Hrishikesh Mukherjee classic is a man so bitter and haunted by pain that in a fit of almost suicidal drunken rage, he calls himself a ghost, a bhoot and expects a chit of a girl, a neighbour ( Jaya as Mili) to run and hide. When she does not and scolds him and refuses to let go of his bleeding wrist, he cannot believe his eyes and this miracle.  That he has finally found someone who cannot be repelled or scared away.

“Aaj bahut din baad daant khayi re…maza aa gaya, ” he says contentedly before drifting off to sleep. And the playful courtship. Them watching the stars from his terrace and trying to trace their dead mothers. Her sickness. The flowers and little notes he sends her everyday. And then his fear that he won’t be able to watch her die. And then his proposal as she sits propped against pillows, looking like a pale shadow of the sunny girl he fell in love with.

They never even embrace. They don’t need to. And yet, such intense, soul wrenching love.

Saudagar (1973)

This film by Sudhendu Roy gave us a glimpse of the phenomenon Amitabh Bachchan was meant to be. He played Moti, a long-limbed, unscrupulous heartbreaker out for a kill. He sells gur (unrefined cane sugar) and is in love with a seductive village beauty Phool Banu (played by Padma Khanna who memorably sang Sajna hai mujhe in a key sequence of the film) and in order to win her over and pay her ‘meher‘, he  manipulates a widow much older than him (An absolutely marvellous Nutan) to not just fall in love with him and marry him but also use her skills as a gur maker to make him rich. The film was based on a story called Ras, by Narendranath Mitra and traces the paths of greed, lust and the inevitable destruction they lead to. Amitabh Bachchan played Moti with a certain cold-blooded awareness of just how impossible to resist he was. His eyes are that of a predator, his body language note perfect as he climbs up date trees to collect nectar, his swagger and self-belief completely in tune with his character. His selfishness even in his remorse was visible to us but he still made the character grey rather than all black. With just a pair of unforgettable kohl lined eyes, a calculated smile that broke down walls, Bachchan won over Nutan and us.

Sholay (1975)

A man plays a haunting tune on the harmonica. His quiet gaze following a woman in white as she walks across a long lamp-lit balcony. No words spoken, None needed. Enough said.

Kabhi Kabhi (1976)

The first half of Kabhi Kabhi is pure poetry especially the flash back sequences where Amit (AB) and Pooja (Rakhee) fall in love around a bonfire over Sahir Ludhiyanvi’s verses. It was in this film that you realised that poetry and Amitabh Bachchan’s voice were meant for each other and that Harivansh Rai Bachchan’s son could move from Madhu Shaala to “Main jaanta hoon meri humnafas phir bhi kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayal aata hai” in one supple, sonorous leap.

As he walks in the mist, wearing stunning overcoats with poetry swirling all around him, we knew we were watching an actor who could play a coolie and a poet, kill and fall in love with equal conviction. Javed Akhtar in Silsila was great but Sahir was Sahir. And no one before or since has recited Sahir quite like Bachchan.

Muqaddar Ka Sikandar (1978)

This rather melodramatic take on Devdas worked only because Amitabh Bachchan sang, danced, drank, cried and died with spectacular conviction. His Sikandar like Gatsby was a tortured soul looking for a love that can only be imagined because it never really existed. He cannot however understand that and cannot let go and cannot accept that no matter how rich or powerful he gets, the woman he loves will always look down upon him. Enter Chandramukhi, sorry Zohra Bai (Rekha) who will fall in love with him desperately and then abandon him tragically. Bachchan's Sikandar remains unforgettable.

Trishul (1978)

Bachchan again plays the outsider and his introduction scene has him  lighting a beedi with a dynamite explosion behind him. There is that  outburst in the office of the man who is his “najayaz baap.”  And his rise to success and along the way his friendship with Geeta (Rakhi) who becomes his closest confidante. In a  moment of vulnerability, he finds himself confiding his loneliness to Geeta who says memorably, “Koi bhi insaan nafrat ke sahare nahin jee sakta..kabhi kisi si thodi si dosti..thodi si mohabbat maang kar to dekhte?” And his response, “Aaj main bahut si dosti..bahut si mohabbat tumse maangta hoon.” Gold.

Jurmana (1979)

In Jurmana, Hrishikesh Mukherjee gave Bachchan a character that let him delve into the psyche of a messed up businessman who strays into an “oonghta pinakata” (in other words sleepy and boring) town and finds Rama, a woman (Rakhee) who is idealistic and infallible. Or so we think till Bachchan’s Inder Saxena stung by her repeated rejection takes it as a challenge to compromise her.

   Watch him watch her as she is singing Saawan ke jhoole pade and it is almost as if he is smiling to himself and saying, “She is all mine and she doesn’t even know it!”Then ofcourse a scandal breaks loose and Rama is feared dead. It is then we see Inder without his cynicism. He finds out to his disbelief that he not just feeling enormous guilt but also love. And maybe, while he was trying to win Rama over, he was losing himself to her, one heartbeat at a time.  And that unforgettable scene where Inder hears Rama’s voice on radio and drives like a maniac to find her. There was nothing more watchable than contrite arrogance especially when Bachchan embodied it.

Kala Patthar (1979)

A mysterious coal miner with a compulsive need to save lives, a death wish, a nightmarish past. An empathetic village doctor who sees in him what no one else has. The need to suffer and endure pain almost as if he wanted to punish himself. A tenuous bond. Quiet conversations. His anger when she is targetted by a bully. And that memorable walk under the umbrella in rain as Sahir reaches out to them in Mahendra Kapoor’s voice, “Ishq hai sacche rab di rehmat ishq se kyon sharmaiye..jaggeya jaggeya jaggeya..kade ishq chhupan nayyion lageya.” Magic. The kind only Amitabh Bachchan can create even if he is only walking across the screen for a long minute.

Shakti  (1982)

This Ramesh Sippy starrer had a beautiful love track between Bachchan’s Vijay and Smita Patil’s Roma. Both delivered their dialogues with inimitable brilliance and there was that malted sensuality that blended perfectly with their almost intellectual and witty banter in this film.

Vijay rescues Roma from a bunch of goons and what follows  is neither filmy or predictable. He drops her home and with absolute ease, she invites him to her home because “main coffee bahut acchi banati hoon.” And that moment when she is awkwardly singing a beautiful RD Burman song in a hotel and he walks in, sits down right before her and gazes at her with a red rimmed gaze that can melt a stone.

Bemisaal (1982)

In this Hrishikesh Mukherjee film, Amitabh Bachchan plays his character Sudhir with seething intensity. As an eternally grateful orphan, he makes one sacrifice after another for his best friend Prashant (Vinod Mehra). There is his track with his ‘sakhi,’ his soul-mate Rakhi who marries Prashant but still carries a torch for him and vice versa and there are many scenes between the two where a certain note of bitter anger and dammed passion creeps in. And that explosive scene where she believes he will endanger her husband and he says, “Iss jaanwar se kabhi mat ulajhna.” And yet when he sacrifices himself once again to protect Prashant, he is movingly gentle towards her.

    And only Bachchan could have carried off a beast and an angel in the span of two scenes.


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