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12th NOV 2015 DR. BABURAO/SUSHILA RANI PATEL OF FILMINDIA MAGAZINE 1935  trishagupta.blogspot.com

Dr. BABURAO PANDURANG PATEL BIRTH:- 4th APRIL 1904 - 1982

Book Review: A legendary ‘character’ from Hindi cinema’s early days

A book review, published in the Sunday Guardian:

Sidharth Bhatia’s book on Filmindia magazine and its founder Baburao Patel reminds us of a colourful man who embodied many of the conflicts of his time.
Baburao Patel with his wife and editorial assistant, Sushila Rani Patel. 
Over the period 1948-54, sitting in Lahore, Saadat Hasan Manto produced a series of sparkling pen-portraits of people he knew well in the Bombay film world of the 1940s. Some of those featured in Stars from Another Sky (1998) are still famous in our time, names like Ashok Kumar or Nargis, while present-day movie buffs might be hard-pressed to recognise others: comedian V.H. Desai, “Too Hot to Handle” Kuldip Kaur, or “Pari Chehra” Naseem, who was also Saira Banu’s mother. But they were all actors — except one: Baburao Patel.

That Manto chose to include him speaks of Patel’s importance to early Bombay moviedom, and his reputation as a “character”. Sidharth Bhatia’s new book re-certifies his legendary status. His Filmindia, founded in 1935, quickly became the most influential magazine on Hindi cinema, characterised by its editor’s brash opinions, rough-and-ready humour and appetite for industry gossip. It held on to that position for nearly two decades, before dissolving — like Baburao himself — into a strange brew of right-wing Hindu politics and crude sexual frisson.

Baburao’s journalistic career began with the trilingual (Urdu, Hindi, English) Cinema Samachar, and Manto himself mentions two other publications he started during the Filmindia years: Prabhat “which would publicise, but in an original way” the films produced by Prabhat Film Company, and an Urdu weekly called Karwan, which Baburao started to help a friend called Abid Gulrez, and then revived for Manto.

Baburao was also the rare film critic to have been a director first — rather than the other way round, as seems to be the norm. Of his six films, four were made before he launched Filmindia — Sati Mahananda (1933), Maharani (1934), Bala Joban (1934) and Pardesi Saiyan (1935). In the 1940s, he returned to direction to make Draupadi (1944) and Gwalan (1946), both vehicles for the acting and singing talents of his third wife, Sushila Rani.

Despite his towering presence, little of note seems to have been published about him in English beyond the occasional mention. Film histories of the time make mention of Patel’s scathing pen, the power his reviews wielded, and his tumultous association with everyone from Dilip Kumar to K.A. Abbas. Meanwhile, the Tamil writer Ashokamitran has reminisced about how his work at Gemini Studios’ publicity department in the 1950s included summarising Patel’s ramblings: “If Baburao Patel had only known how I rewrote the majority of his editorials...”

Sidharth Bhatia’s The Patels of Filmindia is, therefore, extremely welcome. And by weaving the book around Patel’s long-time partnership with Rani, it offers a useful counterpoint to Manto. Manto casts Rani as one of many women in Patel’s life: attractive but insubstantial. (Sample sentence: “Did he think politics was a Rita, a Sushila or a Padma whom he could put on top of a maypole and have it perform tricks according to his instructions?”) In contrast, Bhatia presents Patel through Rani’s eyes — as an impressive man with an indomitable will, but also impossibly demanding, inconsiderate and not as transparent in his personal life as in his public persona: during their courtship, for instance, he got rid of a rival suitor by writing him a letter on Rani’s behalf.
Bhatia’s book is the result of his meetings with the late Rani, and his admiration for her is apparent. We hear about her feistiness, her earning a law degree in her sixties, her impeccable classical training, her 2002 Sangeet Natak Akademi Award and her consistency at riyaaz even in old age. Rani, on her part, seems to have taken the book as an opportunity to speak frankly about Patel, and the eventful life she led with him: from being deputed to teach English to the youthful Madhubala, to campaigning in Raipur in 1971 against the combined might of Congressmen S.C. and V.C. Shukla.

The book paints a revealing portrait of an Indian marriage of a certain era, in which the wife, despite being no pushover, struggles for control over her life, while the husband can’t decide between promoting her talent and throttling it. “Baburao got me teachers but when it came to concerts, he put his foot down. It used to leave me in tears,” Rani told Bhatia. After marrying Rani, he tried to make things up to his earlier wife Shireen by bringing her to live with them in Girnar bungalow in Bandra. He even “started publishing articles on cookery, including a food column, “A La Girnar” in the magazine under her name”. Both women were thus trapped in an unpleasant situation not of their making, while Patel carried on “writing books, thundering in his columns and unsurprisingly, chasing women.”

Patel’s “thundering” shifted in focus over time. From bad films, he graduated to ranting against what he saw as bad policies. By 1957, he was raging against a Censor Board directive against films that “glorify or sanctify social usages, customary practices or other actions which according to modern standards of social behaviour in India are considered sinful or criminal”. He saw this, like much else, as deliberately anti-Hindu action on the part of the Congress. In a 1957 sentence that speaks of his ideological turn, Patel wrote: “Congressmen have come to realise that orthodox and traditional Hinduism is the only force that challenges the secular supremacy of Congress rule in India.”

In 1960, he re-jigged the magazine as a general publication, calling it Mother India. He was not the man to toe a party line, but his views had become largely pro-Hindutva: he even hired as a columnist P.N. Oak, author of various Hindu conspiracy theories, such as the one about the Taj Mahal actually being a Shiv temple called Tejo Mahalaya.

Patel became an MP in 1967. He remained active as editor until the Emergency, when he was thrown into Arthur Road Jail, apparently for some question about Sanjay Gandhi which he had answered with his usual sharp tongue. Although Rani’s letter to Indira Gandhi got him out soon, she told Bhatia that a broken Patel left the magazine to her after that.

Bhatia provides a readable, informative account of a colourful man. The volume is also meant as a sort of archive. This works exceptionally well with images: every alternate page is a glossy reproduction of one of Filmindia’s memorable hand-painted covers, which doubled up as film publicity. It doesn’t work so well with the Filmindia reviews, articles and Q&As which take up the volume’s second half. For one, Patel was no stylist, as is apparent from such headlines as “Purab Aur Pacchim (sic): A Howling Nonsense” and “Zid Gives Incurable Headache: A Picture Rotten All-Round”. His replies to readers’ queries can be glibly funny: “Gandhism these days is a prayer for the poor and profits for the rich”, but are often deeply sexist: “Q: Who can be the best companion for travelling purposes? A: A young woman who eats less, sleeps less and talks less.” Even if we grant that there is value to reproducing this material, it seems a pity that the pieces are not dated, annotated, or illuminated by any critical analysis. Still, Bhatia’s labour of love will certainly revive interest in a long-forgotten maverick whose life and work deserve closer critical study.

Published in the Sunday Guardian, 17 Oct, 2015.
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The Patels of Pali Hill

www.indianexpress.com/article/lifestyle/books/the-patels-of-pali-hill/

A new book traces the story of the people behind one of the earliest film journals in India

The Patels of Filmindia, Book Review, Baburao Patel, Film journals, Khushwant Singh, EYEThe power couple Baburao and Sushila Patel (left) a still from Chhalia starring Raj Kapoor and Nutan on their magazine cover
Is Baburao Patel a name to you? Does Filmindia ring a bell? Did you know that he and his wife Sushila Rani can safely be called the pioneers of film journalism in India?
A new volume called The Patels of Filmindia, published by Indus Source Books, brings alive this forgotten slice of history. It invites us, with beautifully reproduced photographs of the stars and other luminaries of the time, to re-live the period: the first edition of the monthly magazine came out in 1935, shutting only in 1985. Sushila Rani kept the magazine (renamed Mother India in 1960) afloat after her husband died in 1982, stung by Khushwant Singh’s quip that it “should” follow Baburao into his grave.
Author Sidharth Bhatia discovered the treasure trove when he met Sushila Rani while researching for his book on Navketan Films. She had kept “each and every” copy of the magazine neatly bound and preserved. Within them was a fascinating account, in Baburao’s inimitable style (for years, he practically wrote the entire magazine single-handedly, before Sushila joined him as wife and companion, and stayed steadfast by his side even after she got to know, much to her shock, that he had been married twice before, and that he would never mend his philandering ways), of the early years of the film industry, as well as the nation.
The Patels of Pali Hill were a force to reckon with in the 1940s, and in Sushila Rani’s recounting of those years to Bhatia are numerous mentions of the constant social whirl she and her husband were part of. The biggies of the burgeoning Bombay film industry  were their dinner companions — Mehboob Khan was a close friend, Dilip Kumar became a constant visitor, much before he became a huge star (he showed up to discuss his tender feelings for co-star Kamini Kaushal and stayed on); Madhubala and Nargis and many, many others came and went.
They were also in the charmed circle of the city’s elite which found inclusion in the ambit of political figures: Sushila talks of how she “taught English to Madhubala”, and took her along to meet chief minister Morarji Desai. And how Jawaharlal Nehru, during a meeting, “helped straighten her pallu” (she says this with “a chuckle”).
Baburao was not just a film critic and the publisher of Filmindia: his ambitions spilled over into other spheres; he fought elections, lost and won, and eventually, became a member of Parliament. His political allegiances veered as time went on, but nothing dimmed his fondness for broadcasting his opinion, however slanted it was.
But what really interests me, as a long-time film critic, is his penchant to go for the jugular in his writing on cinema — there is nothing understated or sophisticated or political in the way he wrote his “reviews”; he pretty much tore into stars and producers if he didn’t like a film, and that was a much more frequent occurrence than the rare occasion when he did like a film. The vein is almost always bitingly acidic. Sadaat Hasan Manto called his writing “venomous”, marked by a “barbed sense of humour”. Khwaja Ahmed Abbas, who was asked to be a contributor to Filmindia, and later went on to become a hit filmmaker, said that he had a “sneaking admiration for Baburao and his magazine… which became a model of the ‘sledge-hammer’ style of film journalism”.
No wonder Baburao was feared and disliked heartily in some quarters. His words carried weight, and Filmindia was wildly popular not just in India but in other parts of the world, where fans of Hindi cinema lived. According to an assessment made by a journalist, “if Baburao’s pistol misses the target, he knocks you down with the butt end of it.”
He wrote scathingly about his “one-time best friend turned bete noir” V Shantaram’s performance in Dr Kotnis Ki Amar Kahani, who “not only made a fool of himself … he was also an “insult on” the late Dr Kotnis by adding 25 years to his age and several negroid characteristics to his appearance: look at his short curly hair, his thick hanging lips, his deep shifty eyes…”
Sample these other gems: “Avoid Afsar (starring Dev Anand) on health grounds”; “CID , a poor crime thriller”; “Purab Aur Paschim (starring Manoj Kumar) a howling nonsense”; “Bachchon Ka Khel a disgustingly demoralizing picture”; “Zid gives incurable headache”; “Ghunghat, an idiotic joke carried too far”.
You cringe at the crude yet effective language, and wonder what the subjects of his ministrations felt. And you wonder what Baburao would have made of the way films are made and “sold” these days. The imagination boggles.
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