Kishore Kumar : Leaves from My Diary
iView Author: Kaustubh Pingle (Pune, India)
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Kishore Kumar : Leaves from My Diary
Source of material : Filmfare 1957, [material is reproduced here to make readers familiar with the diary of Kishore Kumar, one of the main pillars of Hindi cinema and its music]
My comments : This is the starting point for all the people who do/intend-to-do research on Kishore Kumar, just because it is the story of Kishore Kumar, in his own words. Nothing can get more authentic than this. Kishore became a big star during 1954-55 and in 1956, he displaced his brother, Ashok Kumar, to appear as the face of Brylcream . It is said that a star did not “arrive” till his face appeared for Brylcream. All of these started flashing in every issue of filmfare. Kishore became a pet star of Filmfare and vice versa ( Kishore was an avid reader of the magazine ). He started appearing on the cover of the Magazine, like no other star ever. He has the maximum full-blown appearances on the cover of Filmfare in the 50’s ( more number of times than Raj, Dilip & Dev & all other heroines ). Fortunately I managed to get “all” of them, in original, over a period of 5 years of extensive search, from a few old-magazines collectors all across the world. The next year (1958) we had Filmfare appointing Kishore Kumar, the “star” who directly answered the questions of the readers. Earlier stars wrote guest articles on certain subjects, but nobody answered each question of an individual reader. The witty answers of Kishore had everybody in the splits. Thereafter Filmfare found a new sensation for their issues.
Coming back to this 1957 issue where Kishore wrote down his “jeevani“and gave a heading “Leaves From My Diary“. Many things were later on copied by many journalists, but the filmfare issue remains the “gangotri“. This diary was also put down in the book on Kishoreda, by Ashish Rajyadhyaksha, in 1988-89 ( Sad & Glad ).
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The diary of a shy, skinny youth who never removed his overcoat a single day during his years at college. He was poor at mathematics, and wanted to be a singer…but Fate made him a Star loved by millions of fans”By Kishore Kumar :
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I don’t believe in Diaries. My wife does. I’ve never kept one at any time in my life. My wife always did. So I cannot do better than take the pages relating to my married life from my wife’s diary and for early years I draw upon my memory…My earliest memory of Ashok, my eldest brother, was of a stranger. He was several years older than Alo ( Anoop ) and I. I thought that only Alo was my brother.
toddler Kishore Kumar
When Ashok, as a handsome lad of twenty one or twenty two came home from college for holidays, I felt left out of my parents affection.
Who’s this, I thought indignantly, who comes like this and has
everyone dancing attendance on him?Then I learned he was my brother.
The earliest picture I have of myself shows me as a bright eyed, shy, skinny boy. I was mischievous, always up to tricks.
Some friends, Alo and I, rigged up a platform behind our house and played at staging dramas. One of us would be the hero, another the villain, third the heroine, and so on. On those occasions one of the older boys performed an important function. He used to sit on a compound wall and keep a look-out for father.
Father wanted us to study all the time.
I am in the fifth form, and very proud. Haven’t I a brother, Ashok Kumar Ganguly of Khandwa, a big film star ?
We learn that Ashok’s first picture, Jeevan Naiya, is soon to be shown in Khandwa. My friends and I look forward keenly to seeing it. We are avid fans of Master Vithal and other two-fisted heroes of stunt films and we eagerly wait to see Big Brother laying a dozen villains low. The great day dawns. My friends and I, quite a crowd, go to the first show of Jeevan Naiya.
Three hours Later my friends come out of the theatre looking
thoroughly bored and weary. Everyone is grumbling, casting accusing glances at me. I avoid their looks, and feel miserable myself.Ashok in the picture is far, indeed, from fighting hero we expected him to be. He is soft and sensitive and even puts up with a slap from another character !
“Why didn’t Ashok hit him back?”, one of my friends keeps asking me.That very night I write Ashok a letter, telling him that he’d better swing his fists around a bit in his next picture, or else he will lose a number of fans in Khandwa.
My mother is a devout woman and performs all her religious duties. No sadhu who comes to our door is ever refused hospitality, though father does look askance at these visitors.
Once I remember a sadhu staying for a long time, Every morning, after puja, mother would touch the sadhu’s feet in reverence and insist that father should do the same.
Father did, but invariably grumbled under his breath that, if
anything, the sadhu should touch his feet. I was very
suspicious of the sadhu. What sort of a holy man was this, who
consumed quantities of meat and fish and drank liquor at our
expense?Father, Alo and I heaved a big sigh of relief when this `holy man’ left at last.
I am not very interested in my studies, though I do manage to do pretty well in my school. However, my bugbear is mathematics. I am weak in this subject and it is my stumbling block in the examination.
I am in the fifth form. The final examination comes round. As usual, I cannot solve a single question in the maths paper. I draw little faces in the margin, scribble a few rhyming couplets, make a pretence of working out a few sums and hand in my paper.
Schoolboy Kishore Kumar
After everyone comes out of the hall, I go up to one of my classmates who is very good at mathematics and tell him, “Please solve all these sums for me”
My friend does this for me on a spare examination paper, which I take home with me.
“Well son” my father says benignly, “how did you fare in mathematics?”
“Very well, father”, I reply, putting on my obedient son
expression, “just see this”I hand him the paper.
Father goes through it rapidly, his face breaking into a pleased
smile. “Very good”, he says, “very good indeed. You should get full marks”.Alo overhears that. He knows how bad I am in mathematics. He comes forward and tell father, “Don’t believe him. Make him work them out before you again”
But father is too proud of me to do that. The holidays are wonderful.
Then one morning, before results are due to be announced, I see the maths master coming towards our house.“Finished”, I say to myself and sneak upto the window to watch what happens.
Father welcomes him. He has brought some of the answer papers and places them before father.
“I would like you to correct them” he says
Feeling flattered, father begins to correct the papers.
“Very good”, he murmurs, “This boy has done very well indeed” And takes up the other papers.
Then he stops. He comes to an unusual paper. He frowns at the
sketches and scribbling.“Whose paper is this?” he asks
(nobody’s name is on the answer paper – only the roll number )“Go ahead and correct it”, says the master.
Father makes short work of it, then says “This child is useless. I
can’t understand how children can go to school and never learn a thing.
You ought to complain to his parents.”The moment of reckoning has arrived.
“The boy is your son, Kishore”, the master says.
I stay away from the house the rest of the day and come home only late at night, when father’s wrath has subsided.
Indore : Alo and I have joined the same college here. We share a room in the college hostel. I am shy and ill at ease at college – so many boys and girls.
Throughout my stay in college, I wear a black overcoat with pyjamas, muffler and sandals. I am never without that overcoat because I am so skinny.
On my first day at college, an older student accosts me. He is well dressed, in coat, trousers and tie. I take him to be a professor and he speaks with authority, too.
“Listen young fellow” he says. “Tell me, have the barbers gone on strike?”
I am puzzled and wonder why he asks me.
“No”, I stammer. “Not that I know of. I am not sure”
Not for a moment do I realize that he is pulling my leg. I always wear my hair long, a big mop of it on my neck.
“All right”, he says, “You’re wanted in that room. Go in by that door”
I go to the door he points out, thinking perhaps that one of the professors wants me. I knock timidly. When it opens a sea of girls’ faces bursts upon my sight. They are all laughing and giggling at me !
I am never without my overcoat – regardless of the weather or the occasion. At first they ask me about the overcoat. I tell them, “I am superstitious. It’s my lucky overcoat. If I take it off, I will have bad luck” I’m so conscious of my skinny figure, that I am shy before the other boys and sneak into the bathroom late at night, two nights a week, to bathe.
I want to play football match, but nobody takes me seriously. “Take off your overcoat first”, they tell me. But luckily a player drops out of the team owing to illness, so I get in. The captain doesn’t think I will be any good. But within a few minutes the spectators witness the strange sight of a player in overcoat and pyjamas scoring a goal.
It’s the same with athletics. I participate in the track events wearing my overcoat !!
I am fond of singing and everyone knows that I am Ashok Kumar’s brother, so I am asked to sing at a college function. I tell my friends I will sing behind the curtain. They agree. Out of sheer nervousness, I begin my song on a higher note than I want. That gets me into trouble, because the other notes go higher and higher. When I am still in the middle of the song the curtain goes up. I perspire and cannot see anything because the drops run into my eyes. I somehow manage to get to the end of the song.
Then everyone crowds around me. “Very good”, they say, “very good!”
Then the big day arrives. The curtain goes up. I have a clove in my mouth. It gets stuck in my throat in the middle of a note. I sign frantically for the chorus to take over.
But they maintain a stony silence.
We have fun in the hostel. Alo and I have two harmoniums in our room. Every night some of the other boys join in singing quawalis and other noisy songs.
One night a hostel superintendent comes down to our room to put a stop to our noisy sessions. He reprimands us at first, but soon becomes interested in our songs. After that, he is a regular member of our parties!A student in the MA class complains to the Superintendent about the music sessions in our room. Finding that the Superintendent does nothing about it, he takes recourse to other methods.
One morning we read a report in the newspaper, saying that a group of noisy lads have turned the hostel into a music room, disturbing students serious about their studies.
We hold a meeting to decide what to do.
Among us is a lanky, dreamy lad who writes Urdu poems. We ask him to compose a “meaty” piece lampooning the MA student.
The next night we hold one of the rowdiest of our music sessions. Our “poet” has composed a stinging qawalli, which we (some thirty of us) sing at the top of our voices, so that the student on the floor above can hear every word of it.
Bombay : Thoroughly tired of college in the second year, I give up studies and come in Bombay. I have made up my mind about my career – its to be playback singing. And it is here I meet Ruma.
Ruma and I decide to get married. But my family is against the match. We fix a date for the marriage.
I am in Madras and I fly to Bombay on the day of my wedding. I arrive at Santa Cruz airport and look around apprehensively to see if anyone has come to take me home. There is no one. I heave a sigh of relief.
Then a stranger approaches me, “Come to Bandra”, he whispers, “all the preparations have been made”.
I am in two minds. I am driving through Dadar and my mind is still undecided. Then I make up my mind – I turn back and go to Bandra.
We are married by a civil ceremony. For a while we try to keep it a secret, but not from my family. My parents came to see us and insist we get married a second time. They mean we must have a religious ceremony. Ruma and I go through it, and hold a reception a month later.
Let me tell you about an incident, which occurred at the Bombay Talkies Studio, Malad.
I was a callow youth. I was also a struggling playback singer. I
moved to Bombay Talkies in order to spend more of my time there. My brother Ashok was working in the film Mahal.It was a night shooting session. At night it was very lonely out
there and the surroundings are eerie. I had taken to the studio that night a grotesque mask, which had a pair of drooping moustaches. Putting it on, I wait for Madhubala to come upstairs to her make-up room. I am in the darkest corner of the corridor.As soon as Madhubala comes to the door, I leap at her, growling like a wild animal.
Madhubala lets out a terrific scream, and people come pounding up the stairs to see whether anyone has been murdered. At the head of them is my brother Ashok.
Seeing him, I sheepishly take off my mask and grin. But Ashok is in no mood to laugh. He gives me the worst berating of my life, and says, “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, playing the fool like this ?
Don’t come to the studio again”.The following night, having nothing else to do, I go again to the
studio, a considerably sadder and wiser man, and I sit at the foot of the stairs leading to the make-up room. It is late. Suddenly I hear wild screams from upstairs. “Good gracious, what’s happened now?” I race up the stairs.It is Madhubala. Somebody has put that mask of mine and frightened her again.
He sheepishly takes off the mask. It is Ashok, my brother !
Darjeeling : 1954 : My wife and I go to Darjeeling for the outdoor shooting of a film in which I am working. Everyday we see Tenzing, the conqueror of Everest, passing our hotel.
One morning we are making purchases at a shop when Tenzing walks in.
We are anxious to meet him. Fortunately he himself takes the
initiative and asks the shop attendant to introduce him to us. Soon, we become friendly.
He poses for a photograph with us and invites us to his home for tea.So many things clamour to be recorded in this diary – incidents from my childhood, the fragrance of vanished love, friends who have taken different paths in life. Then the picture of Arun Kumar, who died not long ago, comes to my mind. He was the only one who encouraged me in my ambitions to be a singer, to have confidence in myself and my talent.
And today is another day and the story of one’s life is also one of many tomorrows. The best way to finish this diary is to leave it unfinished.
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Another milestone for PFC!
Way to go… great great piece!!!
Fantastic PFC.
This is what PFC is about, promoting genuine passion for cinema. Keep going PFC.
WoW!!!
Skipped reading and arrived at the response box first to thank you for sharing it….
Thanks a million, billion, trillion… will have further response after reading it…
@kcp,
Thanks an arab, kharab, padam etc etc for such a lovely piece.
Loved most the incidence where KK’s teacher brings the maths exam’s copies to KK’s father. What an intelligent way to handle the situation and what a responsible and caring teacher.
Loved all the naughty accounts of KK’s.
Simply anand aa gaya.
You must be having more.
Ye dimaag mange more.
Thanks again
@Kaustubh: gr8 job … kudos
loved reading this
blogging at it’s best. Jai Ho Kishore Kumar!
and lovely photos. Overcoat, story is amazing.
Wonder when a still photographer could take his pic via low angle camera position why cameramen of motion pictures did not do it him and most of the time shot him from high angle and thus showed him a man with short height.
May be thats dastur of dunia:)
KK’s life itself would make a fabulous biopic, singer, entertainer, actor, his love affairs.
His massive ego, his eccentric habits, the way he often drove producers crazy, the way he refused to bend during Emergency. I mean its one of the most fascinating stories waiting to be captured. I believe Nagesh K, wanted to make a biopic on Kishore Da, but the idea was later shelved.
great piece. lovedevery bit of the diary. is that all he wrote? or is it just a snippet of some pages?
if there was to the diary, we want them…plz
Thanx a ton Kaustubh for sharing this wonderful memoir with us. One just gets transferred to a different era while reading this. Bring it out brother, we want more of it
“KK’s life itself would make a fabulous biopic, singer, entertainer, actor, his love affairs.”
I dont agree. I dont see any deserving candidate in the industry who could do Justice with KK’s life story… I am not sure if someone would be able to reveal the real Kishore Kumar from beneath thousands of stories about him.. Almost impossible to crack the code of life of KK.. The Madness and the pains that he never shared will always be out of reach of any film maker… and also no Kishore fan would like to have a fictional account of his life..
I am not excited on the news of film on Kishore’s life.. Sandip Ray has done a superb job in the documentary Zindagi Ka Safar…but a film would not be justified..
@ kcp- thanks for sharing this lovely piece wit us.It was simply amazing to read.Kishoreda is an institution & its nice to always know more & more such details about him.I also admire your perseverance in collecting all this.Keep up the good work.An yes Rk even I feel this is what makes PFC even more special
Simply Brilliant and SUPERB!!!!
Undoubtedly the best article on PFC this year.
Thanks a lot for this Kcp….if you have more such snippets, would love to read them all…
I agree with Pavan @ 10.
I think the “ONLY” way one can get a proper “film” on Kishore is to offer loads of money to Amit Kumar as an ADVANCE ( which is a pre-requisite BTW :P ) and let Amit Kumar direct and give music to it.
I think UTV has given an ADVANCE to Amit da ( else Amit Kumar will “never” say that “Ganguly parivaar has given an *official consent* for the film” ;) ), but the biggest disaster that they will make is to make Rensil or some tom-dick-harry , write the screenplay, dialogues and direct the film. Its only Amit Kumar and only him who can make proper justice, if proper money is invested in the project.
The ONLY back-up proof I can give, is the tribute in Bengali that Amit Kumar has given with Sumeet, in 1991 : DUI KISHORE. Amit has made me laugh and cry like never before/after. I do not know Bengali but every word I hear, has come out from the heart and it went straight into my heart. I could understand every emotion from Dui Kishore. The background music is simply out of the world.
In fact I do not need ANY other tribute once I had heard Dui Kishore sometime in 2004, for the first time. I simply do not care for any other tributes done by anybody, now. Mujhe mere Kishoreda ke kareeb kisi aur trubute ne kabhi bhi nahi lekar aaya.
Do let me know if you want to hear that tribute and will upload in youtube. But I want to make a proper pics slide – matching each scene that we can hear, so this upload will take time.
RK, Satyendra, Sudhir : I would post soon, one more article, written by Kishore, which I think is THE best that I have ever read in my entire life, by any musical/filmy personality ( and I read ONLY film/music articles/books for the past many many years ). Kishore Kumar at his creative best. Its quite big and would need time to edit it properly.
One more thing with Kishore Da, whenever he used to sing those “drunken songs”, it was superb the way he used to bring out the slurring effect.
“Thodisi Jo Peeli Hain” in Namak Halaal, if you can observe, the voice is deliberately slurred, complete with the Hic effect.
Another drunken song i recall is “Na Poocho Koi Humein Zeher Kyon Pee Liye”, from Amanush. Very underrated song, but what vocals. You could actually feel the hero being totally drunk.
Also couple of songs he sung for AB, at times he would deliberately sing in AB’s tone. For quite some time, i thought “Mach Gaya Shor” in Khuddar was sung by AB. Even in “Pyaar Humein Kis Mod Pe Le Aaya”, at times it was confusing for me, whether Kishore was singing in AB’s tone, or whether AB had actually sung that part.
just wanted to tell..
thanks a million to “Kaustubh Pingle”.
for kishore kumar fans its rear gem.
@ Kcp: not related to the article, but r u related to “the” Pingale-family of pune, staying in koregao park? one of the Pingales Mayur (Pingale) is a friend of mine. any happentence?
btw, eagerly awaitng for the next leaf from KK’s diary, which acording to u (and i believe u shambhar-takke) is the best…
No no. They are IIRC from the famous Pingle-Farms. We are small-time school-teacher-farmer family
Ratnakar,
For the impact Nothing to beat Drunken Rajesh Khanna in Amar Prem.. Chingari or Ye Kya Hua..
One of the best pro and anti drunken songs of Kishore Kumar is “Charandas Ko Jo Peene Ki Aadat Na Hoti” in Pahli Jhalak… What a Performance.. Kishore enacting Drunken Husband, Wife, and so many vivid characters.. I am sure only he could pull off that stuff..
Anyway coming back to the core subject of this post.. KCP, somehow I feel even Amit Kumar might not do justice.. and why at all we need a film on the life of Kishore Kumar which has so many hidden and unexplored layers.. Kishore da is alive and immortal thru his music, films and songs… Why would one need to see him from some one other’s eyes? I fear It could prove to be entirely wrong documentation of the persona…
Beauty…:)
thanks a million. kishore da lives on in the hearts of millions of his fans…
Nice reading a bit more about him, definitely one of the greatest playback singers to come out of India, God bless and thanks for a great post
KCP, I am honestly on pins and needles, please post that *other* article soon especially since an expert like you is saying that it is the best that you have ever read.
Pavan, yes when it comes to ‘drunken singing’ ‘chingari’ should be among the top and so should be ‘ye kya hua’. Two more from Guru that I rate very high ..first being ‘nadiya se dariya’ and other’saala main to saab bangaya hic’. Sorry couldn’t resist adding to this off-topic side discussion
Huge sum of money is required to make such a Bio Pic as it requires authentic representation of a bygone era.
Its a fear that either people make a clown out of him or a dull film.
From where so many actors resembling with the people who became important part of his life will come?
Its a huge project.
First biographies have to be written doing full justice to his life. Eccentric, funny etc are just few shades among many other shades of his persona.
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Best possible option seems to be a nice blend of animation and real footage from archives.
And it can not contained in a 2 -3 hours film. So it may be on the pattern of Mera Naam Joker or Che. It has to be in 3-4 different parts/DVDs which cover different phases of his life.
And Gulzar saab has to be a part in such a project in any capacity (contributing in script or direction) because he is the only director who understands his world related to music. GS has intrusion in the world of RDB, Lata, Asha etc who were also part of KK’s life.
Thank you sooo much.Its incredible.PFC Jai ho!!!Where can we get so much authentic information from the bygone era?Kishore Kumar as an artist as well as a human being had so many ups and downs in his life.I only wish he had done more films as an actor…as an actor he is mostly remembered for comedies except for the odd door gagan ki chaon mein…Hrishikesh Mukherjee conceptualised the role of Anand with KK in mind.Dont know what would have happened if he had done that film.But fate had some other plans for him and he was soon recognised as the voice of the person who replaced him in Anand.
excellent!!!!!!!!!!
thanks a lot KCP
Shouldn’t Gulzar saab take a lead on the project? He seems to be the best man around.
Anyway
superb article kcpji. Thanks a ton.Waiting for more.
Thank you Kaustubh!
Awesome! is too small a word to describe your contribution Kaustubh!! Seriously grateful to you brother for having provided us with such an invaluable link to Kishoreda!!! Amazing! Thanks a Lot!!!!!
Very nice. Kishore was a gripping writer too :-)
And you, “Kaustubh-da” deserve a hearty rouhd of thanks for sharing this with the world!
What a wonderful surprise, Kishore Kumar is one of my favorite figures of Hindi film history – if I could meet one person from that world who is no longer alive, he would be the one.
I am pretty sure I have heard/read the writer Stephen Alter (cousin of Tom Alter, like him born and raised in India) say he wants/plans to write a biography of Kishore Kumar. Somebody thinking of a film might like to be in touch with him, he might be doing just the work you’d hope for as foundation for a movie.
http://passionforcinema.com/cracy-mad-fg-genius/
Thanks so much for sharing this, Kaustubh!
a great piece of history you have brought out here, Kaustubh, and thanks a million for that.
Thanks guys for the overwhelming response. Will do the next series by tonight.
Ratnakar@16 – you must listen to his few lines hummed in Prem Nagar “ek muamma hai”. Kishore at his drunken best. Many people tried to spread rumours that Kishore drank alcohol before shows and all…but I confirmed the denials from many authentic sources that include AmitKumar, Manna Dey, Ashaji, etc. He did not fall prey to it, like his Guru, Saigal did. Kishore in fact hated to go to parties because it was “only” alcohol in every filmy party. He had panga’s with many people if he smelled alcohol on sets/studios.
Regarding his playback voice, the list cannot be complete without the mention of 2 songs : Aake seedhi lagi – on Pran (Half Ticket) & He Gori Maan Zara – on KN Singh (Badhti ka naam daadhi )
Brilliant!!
Kaustubh you mentioned Kishore Kumar once responded to questions directly from readers in Filmfare with very witty answers…if you have those can you please also post them.
I think one of KK’s most underrated songs…well may be not underrated but certainly buried under his other more populated mainstream songs…is “aa chal ke tujhe main leke chaloon” from “door gagan ki chaaon mein” which incidently happens to be his own composition.
Yes Sudip@38. I am searching those notepads, the PC in which I have typed those question-answers (Filmfare – 1958 ). It has to be typed by me earlier, else typing such big articles is not possible in this era :P
In fact I remember to have typed recently, some very serious kind of replies in a Hindi Magazine ( probably Madhuri ), where he answers his readers. It was a few months before he died. Will search that one first !
KCP,
If you need any help with putting DUI kishore on youtube. Let me know. I would be happy to help however I can. Would love to listen to it.
Look forward to more on kk from you.
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Anindya@27 : Hrishikesh Mukherji confirmed that Raj Kapoor was the man for whom the story of Anand was written. Uttam Kumar was the very first choice of Hrishida, but had some problems. Shashi Kapoor was not available. Kishore had “date problems” ( some miscommunication between Kishore and his watchman….Kishore was expecting another Bengali man altogether and had asked his watchman not to let “a Bengali” in ) then went back to Shashi but then again he was not available. Then came Rajesh Khanna. He had approached Kishoreda because he could not forget Musafir and his various editing stints of Kishore-films with Bimal Roy.
Great!
Hoping to read more posts by you.
ahhh maaa- zinggggg !!!
yaadon ki bonchallon se jab paalke bhigne lagti hain/Kitni saundhii si lagti hain maazi ki ruswaee bhi.
Thanks a ton.
@kcp:A picture of Kishore Kumar with Tenzing ! Overcoat !
Amazing.
I have added this link in Kishore Kumar’s wiki page.
Hope it’s okay with you & PFC.
Cheers!
~uh~
nopes UH. The photo of Tenzing, Kishore & Ruma is not posted. I am searching it myself, where the hell (computer/CD) did I keep !! The overcoat pic in this article, is one from his college days.