Shabana Azmi: My earliest memory of Abba (father Kaifi Azmi)… sitting on a writing table in his kurta-pyjama smoking incessantly and writing till the wee hours of the morning.
As a child I was convinced a poet was a euphemism for someone who didn’t have any work. Daddys were supposed to put on trousers, shirts and ties and go out to work. In fact when people would ask me what my father did I said he was a businessman and quickly changed the topic….Oh , the follies of innocence…My father was a r
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As a film lyricist he was a mixture of simplicity and poeticality. Take these lines Kissi ka na ho jiss pe saaya mujheaisi din aisi raat do/ Main manzil to khud dhoond loongi mere haath main zaraa apna haath do/ Qadam-do-qadam tum mera saath do….
And when Lataji sang these lines by myfather….what can be said? You know what was exceptional about my father? He never spoke at home about his work.My most favourite Kaifi Azmi lyrics? Hmmmmm… Koi kaise yeh bataaye ke wohtanha kyon hai/who jo apna tha who aur kisika kyon hai/yehi duniya hai to phir aisi yeh duniya kyon hai/yehi hota hai to aakhir yehi hota kyon hai?…
The simplicity of these lines kill me. Imagine , a spouse-deserted woman (in the film Arth) being faced with these lines!….That sense of commitment which artistes of my father’s generation had , has been missing. But slowly it’s coming back in my film fraternity. I like it when film people come out to involve themselves with social issues.”