Neila Kapoor

I first saw him when-----I was 9, he was 19 and had come to Bhavanagar with his father's troupe to perfom on the stage. My family was in the auditorium watching Prithvi Theatres stageplay "Pathan" and along with my cousins I was allowed to watch from the wings on the stage. He came and pulled my pigtails, something which I have never forgotten. And that is how I became a fan of a person who one day was to become my husband.

The year was 1955, he had just married Geeta Bali, somebody I had always loved and respected both as a film person and a human being. I had once met her and taken her autograph which is still one of my proud
possesions. They used to often pass by our house in Vile Parle in Bombay and I vividly remember waving out to them from my window. Being one of his greatest fans, I very keenly followed his career graph and I used to collect articles and photographs of his from newspapers and magazines which I still treasure.


	He often came home to visit us as he was a good friend of my brother, but I knew better - it was mostly to share a bottle of whisky with my father who was a retired colonel and being the prohibition period, it was often my father who ended up producing the whisky. He would regale us with his
stories of shikar and film shooting and various other escapades which kept the whole family enthralled while he walloped off the bottle. Back to Shamsher \| Back to the family