Amitabh Bachchan: The Game Changer Of The Century

Amitabh Bachchan: The Game Changer Of The Century

MUMBAI: Amitabh Bachchan, the Shehenshah of Bollywood, has added a new feather to his proverbial cap. The super stylish 70 year old superstar was the cynosure of all eyes recently, when he was awarded the title of ‘John Walker & Sons Game Changer of the Century’.

Ivan Menezes, Chief Operating Officer, Diageo plc, was the chosen one to honour Bollywood legend Amitabh Bachchan as the ‘John Walker & Sons Game Changer of the Century’. This award was conferred on Senior Bachchan for his epochal achievements in Mumbai on 16th December.

The Shehenshah of India cinema was felicitated at the prestigious event. Amitabh Bachchan was his usual impeccably stylish self, in a navy blue suit and trademark reading glasses, as he accepted the award from Ivan Menezes.

Recent reports have also revealed how a film, which was supposed to have starred Amitabh Bachchan and the eternally beautiful Rekha, is the inspiration behind Mayank Austen Soofi’s latest book. The film got shelved, but the book behind it, ‘Nobody Can Love You More’ has now released. The Delhi-based author started work on ‘Nobody Can Love You More’, after the rights for an earlier story (which would have featured Amitabh and Rekha) were reportedly sold to Sanjay Leela Bhansali.

Mayank Austen Soofi had set his heart on writing a book on Delhi’s red light district GB Road, and spent three long years researching the lives of people living and working in the red-light district. The author has reportedly incorporated popular Bollywood film tracks including ‘Sheila Ki Jawaani’ and ‘Munni Badnaam Hui’ as a backdrop, for the lives of the characters he features in the book.

Bhansali’s unmade film was rumoured to have featured Rani Mukherjee, Shabana Azmi and Anil Kapoor in supporting roles. What a tragic loss, for this film would have really seen a stellar cast, one that the audiences have never seen before in a single frame!

Ajay Devgan becomes kejriwal and Amitabh Bachchan Anna

Ajay Devgan becomes kejriwal and Amitabh Bachchan Anna

We all know Anna hazare started the fight against corruption and every Indian has witnessed it. Now its time to watch “SATYAGRAHA” on silver screen will be directed by Prakash Jha. The lead role of the movie Amitabh Bachchan playing Anna Hazare and Ajay Devgan playing Arun Kejriwal. Prakash jha is well known for making filim’s based on real subjects and “SATYAGHRAHA” is his next project.

Before also Ajay has work with Prakash Jha in the movies like GANGAJAAL, APAHRAAN in which Ajay played real life roll’s. Ajay is doing lot’s of hard work to play this character e has joined a workshop o his character can be presented well on the screen, Prakash Jha say’s actor like Ajay don’t need a workshop to play any character for this session we don’t call it training its only a part of reading because actor like Ajay don’t need acting lesson’s.This movie is based on true story but after seeing this movie you will come to know it’s a story of today’s political incident’s many character’s from the movie well be familer to our  audience. In today’s date what ever scam’s, corruption going in our country you will  see on silver screen that’s the thought of Prakash Jha on  “SATYAGRAHA”. Watch “SATYAGRAHA”

news bigbangbeat

I present to you ladies and gentlemen of the jury my Blog for the day

T 964 - I present to you ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my Blog for the day :::

DAY 1706 

Jalsa, Mumbai Dec 17/18, 2012 Tue/Wed 12:48 AM



I did write some thoughts in verse without much … they were not restrained or practiced .. they came as did the time in putting them together .. flowing I would have imagined in some form and culture …

But it needs to be said : The translation into Hindi by Abhaya Sharma is simply phenomenal … thank you Abhaya .. your translation is better than the original .. many congratulations ..

here for all to see and read in case they missed it :



वह लघु निद्रा जो अक्सर मंडराती आती 
प्रियजन की यादें है जो मन में भर जाती 
हम मान समय का सदा यहाँ है रखते आये 
खोने को जो है पास ध्यान हम वहां लगाये 
मन में कोई नहीं भय किसी बदलाव का 
यह तो जाल नियति की नई नित चाल का

हम यहाँ है 
हम वहाँ है 
समझो लगभग सभी जहाँ है

औ जो एंठन मंद होती चाल में है 
टेढ़े मेढे कोण जिसकी ढाल में है 
न डिगा पायें कभी अपने इरादे 
दर्द कितना हो भयंकर हो छलावे 
जिस्म में वह गर्मजोशी है हमारे 
जोड़ देगी टूटते है जो किनारे
पथ सुबह का हर हमारी नई सुबह का
कर चुका है पार अब तो हर दखल का

अब तो जीवन बस नियम पर एक चलता 
आ गया है बेअदब से दूर बह कर ये निकलता 
मार्ग की सब भीड़ भरकम से निकल के 
अनमने औ अटपटे से बच बचाके

खेल जो खेले थे हमने, खेले हम जी जान से 
कल के खेमे, या कि सदियों की जलन के 
एक अवसर पा गए है आज फिर से लड़ते जीते 
काम कुछ कर जायेंगे इससे कि पहले पलक झपके 
और जो मुझको सहारा था किसी का आज बनना 
बस थामना चाहूँगा मै गिरते हुए उनके पतन का

ऊंघ पर है नींद की अधिकार किसका जो क़तर दे 
क्या हुआ गर कोई से भी हो किसी ने वस्त्र पहने 
आज कोई फिर से आ मुझको जगा दे 
और ज्वाला को बुझा वह प्रेम रस फिर से पिला दे

वस्त्र आभूषण विवाहोचित हो या फिर हो पुस्तकों से 
है अहम् यह बात, हूँ कैसा मै दिखता देखने में 
प्यार कितनों से मिला है चित्र भी कितने निराले 
पीढियों के संग कैसे फिर आज मै पहुंचा किनारे

ये घडी बेला है ये शुभ आज की कितनी मनोहर 
है सहायक दूर करती दुःख बन मेरी धरोहर 
आँत में हलचल मचाती जो भी भीतर यंत्रणाये 
बंद होती या कि खुलती कर रही कुछ मंत्रणाएं

और मैं फिर बढ़ चला अपने सफ़र पे सब से मिलने
फिर विमोचन एक पुस्तक का चला था आज करने

मुस्कान मुलाकातों मस्ती का दौर रहेगा 
सम्मानित करने उनको न मिल पाया जिनसे बरसों से 
भाषण शब्द कहे जायेंगे प्रेम का भी होगा अभिसार 
यह सब मुझको नहीं लगता अब इतना भी दुश्वार

अब यह सब देखा भाला जाना पहचाना लगता है 
पीठ के पीछे कोई कुछ भी बोले अब सब चलता है 
वापस आता हूँ अब यह शांति काल की बेला है 
घर का भोजन, खाना पाकर मन मेरा अलबेला है

जो कुछ भी वे करते है निश्चित ही वह अच्छा है 
रोने धोने से लाभ, क्या तू अब तक भी बच्चा है 
सही समय अभ्यास का अब जब आन पड़ा है 
लिखा इतना बुरा है मानो लेखक पूरा नौसिखिया है

दिखाई दे रही है बिस्तर पर सुन्दर रंग की हरी चादरे
और अनगिनत कोमल तकिये भरे पेट का स्वागत करते 
शुभ रात्रि शुभ रात्रि मेरे परम प्रियों 
डरना मत गिर जाओ अगर नींद में ख्बाव देखते !

अपने इस अद्भुत परिवार को मेरा सदा प्यार और अभिनन्दन !
अमिताभ बच्चन

(अनुवाद अभय शर्मा)

And here the original in English … in case you missed it :
That little sleep that wanders in

Among the trudgings of our kin,

We are forever keeping time, of lost possessions amongst the grime,

Be not afraid of variant changes, they come adorn and revolve round hinges.

We are here

We are there

We are almost everywhere ..

That spasm of the limiting walk ;

Crooked and angled away from balk.

Determined we are to pursue the cause, in heavy pain and all its flaws ..

Working up the body warm,

Neutralizing all of it thats shorn ;

The ridden route all day and morn

Has now become worthy of such scorn,

That following discipline, follows alone

The others so ill mannered that flown

In and around the congested path,

Are but the tidings of unwanted wrath ..

The games that play with deep concerns,

Of future camps, and ageing burns

Has given us a fighting chance, to be of use without much glance ..

Were I to hold a torch to them, I would encourage not to rot the stem

But slumber sleep is seldom shorn, irrespective of what was worn ;

Come take me down

Come slobber me up

Come perish a frown, and soup me cup ..

Dressings own for marriage and book,

Its important how I look to look ,

Love of many, pictures galore

Rushing off with progeny and shore ..

It is the auspicious time and day, of those that helped and to alay

The complications of the gut, switched on and off in that..ched hut

And on again on journey more, to releases of the written chore

Smiles and meetings, laughs and more

To honor that which hibernates for sure ..

Speeches, word and loving care,

I have no reason to despair

For they are just a friendly front

Behind of course they rant and grunt ..

Back from it all to calmer climes,

Of home and food and khana times ..

They are the best at what they do

Best left alone to grunt and croo ..

The best of times is now in practice

Writing the worst , worse than a novice ..

Looking forward to the green sheets bed,

Soft pillows aplenty for the stomach well fed …

Good night good night my dearest all ..

Be not afraid when in your dreams you fall ..

My love and admiration to this wonderful family …

Amitabh Bachchan


It is a talent that surpasses all other, when the copy betters the original ..

In times of comparison, often the impression of that which came before remains longer and with great space. It is a rarity then to find and we a witness to that which came after and beterred the one that first presented itself ..



Many a family, particularly so of celebrity, often hope and expect the tradition to be carried and improved upon. A legacy is not something that enamours me. My children must be human and in principle and discipline. That would be the best translation that anyone could offer …

My Father’s words resound ..

“मेरे बेटे 

बेटे होने से मेरे उत्तराधिकारी नहीं होंगे 
जो मेरे उत्तराधिकारी होंगे वो मेरे बेटे होंगे ..”
“My sons 
just because they are my sons, shall not be my successors or inheritors,
those that are my successors or inheritors, shall be my sons !!!”



The Father holds the little finger of his new born, when it takes its first steps, to walk along in support, in care, in its guidance. When Father’s and Mother’s grow with age, can we not hold their little finger and help them to tide over their last years, with support and care ??

There comes a delegation this afternoon of publishers of repute the world over, to suggest to me the desire to publish my auto biography, to put together in book form this very coveted and almost pious to me, Blog. My response may have seemed disappointing to them.

My Blog is my personal communication with my extended family .. one that I sit across each evening to share discuss and debate. If it shall be converted to book, it will incur cost and economics. Is this what I had envisioned for the Ef when we first started ? No !! Moreover, if commissioned I would feel handicapped in writing further DAYs, for then it would forever play in my mind that someday what I write shall be converted to book and sale !!! It would rob me of the freedom that I exercise when I am with you .. a consciousness would forever creep in on the content and text of my expressions ; knowing that one day it shall become worthy of being published !! Err … no … that would be disturbing for me !! 
Auto biography ?? Not worthy enough for any kind of documentation of my life myself. Impressions of others is more than welcome, but not in the first person.

The argument is that, even the Blog has moments of the ‘I’ which prevails !! Right, it does ! But this is conversation, the other would be an unchallenged aberration ! Besides, in the presence of the mammoth anthology of my Father’s works, it would be impertinent to think that I would want to indulge in something that even remotely resembles what is commonly known as ‘writing’ … !!! 
Discussions throughout the day continue … and continue on similar vein … not of writing but of recitation, much like the Lincoln Center, New York or the Theatre du Champs Elysees, Paris. This I like and must do. The how and where and when is now under planning. It would be a joy, a satisfaction, an ode to the greatness of my Father’s works. And perhaps one that shall hopefully enthral others too, that show love for the finer elements of literature and poem.
There is discussion too on film and future project. All of which now urges to fall into place. Of the future association with KBC and Tv ..

So much to do … and so little time … 
But must prod along regardless, see that minimal opening in the doorway, pushing our foot into it and allowing it to remain there … until … the door opens wider to our needs and inputs and our contributions … !
Till then, in hope and prayer ..
Amitabh Bachchan

John Walker and Sons honoured Amitabh Bachchan

Ivan Menezes and Amitabh Bachchan

John Walker & Sons honoured Amitabh Bachchan


In an endeavour to recognise game changers in Asia-Pacific who are achieving progress for themselves and the world around them, John Walker & Sons honoured Amitabh Bachchan, as the 'John Walker & Sons Game Changer of the Century' at The Taj Mahal Palace on December 16.
Ivan Menezes, Chief Operating Officer, Diageo Plc, presented Bachchan with the trophy. Abanti Sankaranarayanan, Deputy MD, India, Diageo, Vijay Mallya, Niranjan Hiranandani and Deepak Parekh were also present at this event.
Also among the guests were Ramesh Sippy and Kiran Juneja, Prasoon Joshi and Suhel Seth.

news timesofindia.indiatimes

Creative artists hunger recognition and reward

Jalsa , Mumbai                Dec 16/17,  2012                Sun/Mon  2 : 12 AM

Creative artists hunger recognition and reward , not necessarily in that order, but they do, even if they were not to accept it ..

Our species is unique in many ways … ways that may not be appropriate to talk about now, but we are … we are also blessed, and gather the affection of those whom we may never know. This in itself is a quality that would always prove attractive, even to the non believer !!

Attention at times if taken away proves detrimental to our standing. Many wish they would get preferred positioning - the proper seat at a function, at a table of some formality, of the liberty of breaking lines at important stations - the security, immigration, movie lines et al ..

Not something that grants itself an appreciation according to me. In front of the law of the land we are all equal. In public platforms no one is superior, each has its value and its importance. Fritter away not the reason for reactions that belong to a stage of compliment. Distress not at the eventual possibility of failure or a combing down of sentiments that may well have been at peak some time ago.

Look not at that ladder that you used to climb those higher domains, with contempt, for they shall be the bearers of your disillusioned status when it shall be time to descend.

Taunt not the possession of your glory in obvious degree, when in the company of him or her that perhaps lacks it. Words and expressions and praise of the self, once spoken can boomerang very quickly. remember always that as you round the corner, there shall always be a stronger, wealthier, and competent authority, coming at you from the other end …

Everyone is fallible and not .. it is a possibility ..

Does one ever wonder how the vagaries of life become our greatest teachers, than episodes which many lament. Sometimes failure possesses greater strength that victory. Win yes, always and work towards it too. But not at compromise, nor obligation.

The human fights alone ever, and for himself and its betterment. In passing he may extend a hand to hold and behold, but not always does the object of desire, stay long enough for it to be monopolized. 

I do monopolize … my Ef and their affection … I was born with them but I have been born by their interest and love. In our times of today rare are the moments when we think of the other for benefit. Give and see, or seek … you shall be rewarded …

for reward is fulfilling .. that is all … otherwise its another piece of metal in the environs of living. Its procurement through an arduous process is mostly welcome, but not always and not always to all ..

My wishes for a peaceful night shall always be attractive and benevolent … the heart can do no other ..

Love ..

Amitabh Bachchan

http://srbachchan.tumblr.com/

Mohanlal and Amitabh Bachchan's 'Kandahar' to be dubbed in Telugu soon

Mohanlal and Amitabh Bachchan's 'Kandahar' to be dubbed in Telugu soon

Malayalam super hit movie 'Kandahar' is being dubbed in Telugu for an Andhra Pradesh release. It has Malayalam actor Mohanlal and Amitabh Bachchan in prominent roles. 

That little sleep that wanders in

 Jalsa, Mumbai                    Dec  15/16,  2012                   Sat/Sun  2:23 AM

That little sleep that wanders in

Among the trudgings of our kin,

We are forever keeping time, of lost possessions amongst the grime,

Be not afraid of variant changes, they come adorn and revolve round hinges.

We are here

We are there

We are almost everywhere ..

That spasm of the limiting walk ;

Crooked and angled away from balk.

Determined we are to pursue the cause, in heavy pain and all its flaws ..

Working up the body warm,

Neutralizing all of it thats shorn ;

The ridden route all day and morn

Has now become worthy of such scorn,

That following discipline, follows alone

The others so ill mannered that flown

In and around the congested path,

Are but the tidings of unwanted wrath ..

The games that play with deep concerns,

Of future camps, and ageing burns

Has given us a fighting chance, to be of use without much glance ..

Were I to hold a torch to them, I would encourage not to rot the stem

But slumber sleep is seldom shorn, irrespective of what was worn ;

Come take me down

Come slobber me up

Come perish a frown, and soup me cup ..

Dressings own for marriage and book,

Its important how I look to look ,

Love of many, pictures galore

Rushing off with progeny and shore ..

It is the auspicious time and day, of those that helped and to alay

The complications of the gut, switched on and off in that..ched hut

And on again on journey more, to releases of the written chore

Smiles and meetings, laughs and more

To honor that which hibernates for sure ..

Speeches, word and loving care,

I have no reason to despair

For they are just a friendly front

Behind of course they rant and grunt ..

Back from it all to calmer climes,

Of home and food and khana times ..

They are the best at what they do

Best left alone to grunt and croo ..

The best of times is now in practice

Writing the worst , worse than a novice ..

Looking forward to the green sheets bed,

Soft pillows aplenty for the stomach well fed …

Good night good night my dearest all ..

Be not afraid when in your dreams you fall ..

My love and admiration to this wonderful family …

Amitabh Bachchan

http://srbachchan.tumblr.com/

Now under my realisation that lack

   Jalsa, Mumbai                     Dec 14/15,  2012                    Fri/Sat  2:01 AM

It is now under my realisation that lack of sleep can be responsible for many of the misdeeds that one may get acquainted with during the course of the day. The importance that we are driven into by our elders of it is now a reality. It never was earlier. It was one of the most dreaded moments in the day of our lives when free from schooling chores, the afternoons were thrust upon us as a time to rest and be in the company of slumber.

Sneaking out quietly as the elders slept was our main attraction for the day. Sneaking out and playing marbles with the lads around the house. Marbles was the it sport then. The jingle jangle of their plenty in our pockets a clear indicator of our social and public standing and recognition within the four walls of the school or classroom.

There were favorites too in color and form. The striker being the most cherished possession. That was the one, much like the striker on the carom board, that won you your medals - others marbles !!

These marbles won in battle were our prized possessions. We kept them secure in our pockets. Hid them from our parents when we reached home. Preventing any kind of jangle that would give them away, resulting in the whack of the ruler on our bare hands by infuriated Mom and Dad ! But we were attached to them. During the breaks we would rush to get the prime spots on the recreation grounds, devoid of grass or any growth, just mud plains where the hole could be made, to conduct a game - after striking another opposition marble, putting your own inside the hole was a win and an extra marble in your pocket - the hole being just large enough to accomodate one normal sized rounder of glass, or the ‘sodri’, our main attack vehicle, named so because it came out of a soda bottle. I wonder if any of you ever experienced the soda’s and cold drinks of the time. They used to be bottled and the mouth of the bottle shut with an opaque marble, when when pressed hard enough, opened up the soda with a fiz, and sank to the bottom of the bottle. Extracting it from there was an adventure, but on its successful procurement, became the ‘sodri’ of value. It was harder and heavier than the others and when struck hard against the more coloured ones, did have the capability to break them in to two pieces

Slinging the marble or the ‘sodri’ with the index finger, using the index finger of the other hand to push it to direction and strength, was the hall mark of a champion. And after the strike to be able to spin it into the hole, or ‘bill’, was what technique was all about …

Ahhh !! Those lovely days of school and the summer heat of the afternoon in Allahabad, playing marbles ! Now of course we have more sophisticated games on electronic and computerised programmes and screens, called play stations. They are good and do require great skill in its operation, but marbles or ‘goli’ was an excitement of its own … never to be replicated or removed !!!

And … ahem … marbles, have derived a different connotation altogether !!

And this evening as we sit by the television, glued to the horrific stories emanating on this unbelievable shooting episode, in the US, we wonder and bless those innocent days of ours in school, when such talk or happenings never ever crossed our minds.

What has humanity stooped to ? There is something seriously wrong with our systems, our values, teachings and the way in which we are being brought up. Yes brought up ! It is that early inculcation that remains and abides by us. Even if one among us goes insane the entire community needs to be made responsible, for we have not paid attention to some aspect of the lives of those that go mad. Reevaluation of our methods, greater attention to the concerns that such incidents throw up, mending and correcting them before they become unreachable, is what is needed .. 

It is not enough to apprehend such individuals and give them the strickest of punishments, but indeed to search within ourselves to find what it was that gave rise to this human in the garb of a beast !!

Too disturbed to comment any further ..

Love to all .. I see now that that was something missing from last night’s post … but ..

Amitabh Bachchan