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wionews · 7 years ago

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In pictures: The Kapoor family come together for Shashi Kapoor's prayer meet

Several industry veterans, including leading ladies of Shashi Kapoor's films such as Waheeda Rehman, Rekha and Hema Malini attended the prayer meet of the actor, here on Thursday evening.

Shashi, 79, passed away on December 4 due to a kidney problem. The actor's 'chautha' was held at Prithvi Theatre, which was built by him and his wife Jennifer Kapoor, in memory of his father, Prithviraj Kapoor. Waheeda, who worked with him in Namak Halal, Kabhie Kabhie attended the prayer meet along with actors Rekha who featured with Shashi Kapoor in Silsila and was directed by him in Utsav, Hema Malini, who co-starred with him in Trishul, Kranti and his Siddhartha co-star Simi Garewal.

Legendary Asha Bhosle and Rekha ji arrive at #shashikapoor #prayer #meet #mumbai #rip #movies #family #thursday #mumbai #india #ashabhosle #rekha

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Apart from them, Poonam Dhillon, who worked with him in Trishul, Dimple Kapadia, who was directed by him in Ajooba and Satyam Shivam Sundaram co-star Padmini Kohlapuri attended the prayer meet.

Dimple Kapadia at #shashikapoor #prayer #meet #mumbai #rip #movies #family #thursday #mumbai #india

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At the meet inside the theatre, they had a picture of Shashi around which people lit candles and behind the photo was a montage on screen playing his popular scenes. Guests paid their respects as his popular song Ek Raasta Hai Zindagi played in the background.

Karisma Kapoor at #shashikapoor #prayer #meet #mumbai #rip #movies #family #thursday #mumbai #india #karismakapoor

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Members of Kapoor family, including Krishna Raj, Neetu, Randhir, Babita, Karisma, Rajeev, Armaan and Adar sat together. Apart from them, veterans from the industry were also present, including Gulzar, Kabir Bedi, Rakesh Roshan, Jitendra, Ramesh Sippy, Prem Chopra, Naseeruddin Shah, Ratna Pathak Shah, Subhash Ghai, Sanjay Khan and Asha Bhosle.

The Kapoor family at Shashi Kapoor's prayer meet. (PTI)

Other guests included, Rani Mukerji, Rohan Sippy, Milan Luthria, Chunkey Pandey, Nandita Das, Ahana Kumra, Kunal Kemmu, Soha Ali Khan, Ashutosh Gowariker, Kiran Rao, Abbas Mastan, Suniel Shetty, Madhur Bhandarkar, Abhijat Joshi, Vidhu Vinod Chopra, Ronit Roy, Udit Narayan, Ramesh Taurani, Vipul Shah, Sonali Kulkarni, Hansal Mehta and Zoya Akhtar.

Rani Mukherji snapped at #shashikapoor #prayer #meet #mumbai #rip #movies #family #thursday #mumbai #india #ranimukerji

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Kunal Khemu and Soha Ali Khan arrive for #shashikapoor #prayer #meet #mumbai #rip #movies #family #thursday #mumbai #india #kunalkhemu #sohaalikhan

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Born on March 18, 1938, to the illustrious and formidable theatre and film actor Prithviraj Kapoor, Shashi Kapoor hit the spotlight at the age of four, acting in plays directed and produced by his father. He started acting in films as a child artiste in the late '40s.

Sanjana Kapoor snapped with Soni Razdan as she arrives for father #shashikapoor #prayer #meet #mumbai #rip #movies #family #thursday #mumbai #india #sanjanakapoor

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His best-known performances as a child actor were in Aag (1948) and Awaara (1951), where he played the younger version of the character played by Raj Kapoor. Shashi Kapoor also worked as assistant director in the '50s. He made his debut as a leading man in the 1961 film Dharmputra and went on to appear in more than 116 films during the '70s and until the mid '80s. Among his memorable films were Deewar, Kabhie Kabhie, Namak Halal and Kaala Pathar. He was honoured with the Padma Bhushan in 2011 and received cinema's prestigious Dada Saheb Phalke award in 2015.

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moonmeg · 29 days ago

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Could we see what goes on in Evelyn's nightmares? (I crave the angst 😔😔)

Took me a while but sure. Here's an example!

!!TW/CW: stabbing, child death, child murder, mentions and descriptions of vomiting!!

"I still don't think this is a good idea." Catherine growled as she watched Robyn preparing a sleeping potion and Ahana setting everything up for a spell, which would send Robyn into her dream.

After he could barely wake or comfort her from her nightmare some days ago, Robyn set up the plan to see what it was his mother dreamed about so often, since she wouldn't tell him. Even if she did, Robyn feared she'd leave out details that may be crucial in order to not worry him too much, which in turn would make comforting her more difficult. Therefore, he decided to see it all for himself. Catherine hesitantly agreed and it had taken Ahana multiple convincing speeches and multiple promises - even an eternal oath spell - that Robyn would be safe. Now Catherine was regretting giving her agreement to send her son into the darkest pit of her subconsciousness. She couldn't back out, she'd break the oath with Ahana and suffer the consequences for it, but she hoped she could convince them to let the idea go themselves.

"I've been dealing with these nightmares for 16 years now! I've learned to manage!" she tried to reason.

"That makes it worse." Robyn glared into his mother's eyes. His thick dark brows were furrowed in worry.

"You won't be able to free me of that nightmare, sprout."

"I'm not expecting to. I just want to understand what you're being tortured with most nights. I can't help you if I don't know what you experience in those dreams." he pipetted a few drops of the potion into a cup of herbal brew - his mother called it "tea" and said that's what humans referred to it as - that she liked to drink and stirred it with a small spoon. He then handed it to Catherine.

She looked up at him. She hoped he'd smile any moment, throw the cup over his shoulder and yell "it's just a joke! I was never serious about this!" but he had a cold face of determination. One she knew too well for she had seen it often enough in herself. Catherine took the cup and considered throwing it on the ground herself. She could do it until Robyn was fed up with making new tea and pipetting sleeping potions into it. He'd get tired sooner or later.

No...

That would be childish. And mean. Robyn wants to help. He isn't doing this because he thinks it's fun to explore nightmares. He's doing this to understand her better. Catherine had to admit that she was dishonest to him about this nightmare in the past. It was just too difficult to gather and string the words. She never wanted to worry him. In attempting to shield him from her problems, however, she achieved the opposite.

Catherine sighed in defeat and took a sip. Then a second and a third.

Shortly after, she felt her eyes grow heavy. The instructions Ahana was giving Robyn became more and more indecipherable and their figures standing in the middle of the parlor a mere blur.

"The potion's working. She's almost asleep." Ahana commented after catching Catherine fighting the wave of sleep.

"Time to go then." Robyn fixed the knot of rope around his waist and put the bell Ahana had given him into the small satchel dangling over his shoulder. Inside that satchel were a few more herbs and small personal belongings of Catherine's that Ahana had bestowed with a protection spell. Just in case.

"Don't interact with anyone in there. Stay out of sight. No matter what happens, don't intervene. Once you get involved in the dream itself you can get lost in there and I can't save you anymore. Be careful, please." she repeated her instructions one last time. Robyn simply nodded and then waited for Ahana to activate the spell.

"Mera Pyara."

He glanced over at her. She usually referred to him as "Roby". This term of endearment was rare.

"What you may see in there could have consequences on your own subconsciousness too."

"I know. I'll be fine, auntie."

He flashed her a smile and proceeded to prepare for the spell.

It felt like a zap. It tingled on some parts of his body, and itched on other's. But it was quick. Suddenly he felt leafs and forest soil underneath his hand. He opened his eyes and found himself a few feet away from a cottage. It looked like something his mother had her hands in, judging by all the plants and flowers, but he couldn't quite place this particular cottage. It didn't look familiar. He could hear a familiar voice not far away.

Robyn got up to his feet and hid in the blind spot of the cottage and peeked over the corner of the wall. Was that... him?

The little boy certainly looked and sounded like himself. He must be around 10 years old here, Robyn concluded.

He was happily playing around with the dirt and soil in the garden until a sinister figure appeared at the fence.

"Hello" it said with feigned kindness.

"Hi!" Robyn beamed back.

"You must be Robyn."

The little version of him nodded.

"I'm glad I finally found you. I've been searching high and low. I don't understand why your mother is hiding you away." the figure slowly shaped more into the clear image of a person.

A reasonably young man. A few years short of 30, if Robyn had to guess. He wore a blue coat with a golden crest over the left chest, a white neckpiece, a beige waistcoat and brown breeches above white stocking and black buckled shoes. His long brown hair was tied behind his neck and his face covered with a beard.

The image didn't fit anyone Robyn knew or anyone his mother had told him of. That was it. She hasn't told him of that person. Robyn felt a cold shiver run down his spine and his heart picking up pace in panic as the realization hit.

That was the culprit. The person at whose hands his father had died. It felt strange to have a face for that person now. Strange and scary.

"Say, Robyn, your mother probably didn't tell you who I am, did she?"

The little boy shook his head.

"Don't worry, I'm a friend."

No, you're not. Robyn thought.

"In fact, I'm an old friend of your father."

The smile this person had felt so very deranged. Was it a genuine reflection of that person's smile or was it his mother's subconsciousness smudging it over the knowledge of what he had done?

"My father?" the little boy's eyes lit up before he dropped his head low with a frown.

"You miss him terribly, don't you, Robyn?"

Another nod.

"I understand. It's horrible to lose someone so important this early in life. But you know what?"

"What?"

"I can help you meet your father. I know where he is."

"You do?"

"I really do. I could take you to him." the man held out his hand.

It was getting incredibly difficult to remain just a passive viewer. It took Robyn all his strength to keep ringing auntie Ahana's words back into his mind and stay put.

He watched his younger self get up and take one step after the other, getting closer to the man.

"Where? I'm not allowed too far away from home." little Robyn looked back over his shoulder, forcing older Robyn to hide himself in the span of a second.

He held his breath, his back tightly pressed to the wood of the cottage. He could hear his heart beating in his throat. He wanted to scream, to run, to puke, to cry, to do anything but stand still.

"Oh, don't worry it's not far. Your father would've come here himself but unfortunately Caleb is hurt. He asked me to fetch you and he said he'll be waiting for you right over there." the man pointed behind himself into the forest, "It's less than five minutes from here."

Don't go. Don't go. Don't go. Don't go.

When Robyn couldn't hear anything anymore, he carefully peeked around the corner again. The garden was empty but he could make out the man's silhouette through the bushes. Robyn ran after them. He followed them hiding behind trees and bushes but always lurking.

"Can I tell Mama I met Papa?"

He hated how young and naive he sounded. How innocent. How oblivious of the situation.

"Oh no! You can't tell your mother about this. It must remain our little secret." the man pursed his lips and held a finger to them.

"But Mama loves Papa very much! She'd want to meet him again too!"

"I'm sure she does. However, you do know what happened to your father, don't you?"

Yes, he got stabbed by someone he trusted most.

"Something bad."

"Something very bad indeed. We wouldn't want that person to do another bad thing, right?"

His calm polite voice began infuriating and annoying Robyn. How can you abduct a child and be this indifferent about it? How can you pretend to be a friend with only good intentions? How is this man able to close even one eye at night knowing exactly what he did?

"If you want to keep your father safe, you must tell no one about this. Promise?"

"Alright."

They came to a halt. Robyn crouched down behind a thick tree trying his best to avoid making any noise. In the meantime, little Robyn looked around confused. He called for Papa but when he didn't get an answer, looked helplessly at the man. The man chuckled.

"Caleb is a silly fella sometimes. He's probably playing hide and seek. Do you know that game?"

Little Robyn nodded.

"Then how about you count to ten? Your father will know you're seeking for him."

Robyn couldn't bear it to have sounds but no visuals.

"One."

He could risk it and peek over the bush to get a glimpse.

"Two."

The forest should be dark and the bush dense enough for him to go unnoticed.

"Three."

Moreover, judging by the direction the sound traveled to, both little Robyn and the man were turned away from the tree where he was hiding.

"Four."

Screw it. He turned aside to his knees and peeked through the bush.

"Five."

Little Robyn stood there with his hands over his eyes, counting as he was told to do.

"Six."

The man was approaching the little boy slowly.

"Seven."

His steps were confident and he was holding something.

"Eight."

Robyn moved his head a little to change his angle and identify the object in the man's hand.

"Nine."

It was a knife.

"Te-"

Robyn smacked his hands over his mouth to catch any scream that might come out as he witnessed the man pushing the knife through little Robyn's back.

Whatever scream he replaced for silence and heavy breathing, little Robyn let out painfully. Horrible gutted cries for Mama, pleads to the man to stop, screams of a child that doesn't understand the world around it anymore.

Robyn fell back behind the tree, battling any urge to scream or vomit. He could almost feel the cold knife piercing his own skin and flesh, tearing it open and wounding his organs.

The haunting screams slowly dimmed out and Robyn knew exactly why. He didn't dare look through the bush again. He sat at that tree in a state of shock. Any limp felt paralyzed, his blood felt icy while flowing through his veins, he wanted to scream but had no vocal chords, he wanted to cry but had no water in him to form tears and his breathing rhythm was completely out of any tact.

It took some time of terrifying silence until he heard his name being yelled in the distance.

Mama.

She was searching for him.

Oh Titan, she was searching for him.

It was dark. If she doesn't get a clue where to find him, she might not find him today at all.

Robyn looked around, checking if there was a way he could turn her attention here.

Nothing here could help.

Then he remembered.

Robyn reached inside his satchel and grabbed the bell.

He wouldn't be able to see more of this nightmare but if he was honest, he's seen quite enough and he wasn't sure how much more painful it will be once Catherine finds little Robyn. He rang the bell as loudly as he could.

"Sweetie?" her voice drew closer.

He rang again.

"Robyn? Little bird, give me a peep!"

He shut his eyes when the next time she used his name, it was a visceral, deafening scream. One that was followed by more. Each more heartbreaking than the last.

"We meet again, Catherine."

That damn voice... was back.

Had he... waited for her to find her dead son?

"YOU!" she yelled.

Anything after that was unknown as Robyn felt a pull, the zap and tingling again. The forest soil had turned to wood. Mother and son simultaneously let out a huge gasp. Catherine was shaking, tears ran down her face.

"Cathy, hey, shhh. It was not real. It was a nightmare. You're alright now. Shhh.", Ahana immediately rushed to her friend, "Take a sip. Calm down. Shhh."

Catherine hicced as she accepted the water from Ahana and chugged it down in one go. Ahana stroke her hand over Cathy's shoulder in comfort. She glanced over at Robyn, who looked just as terrified.

"What did you see?" she inquired carefully.

Robyn looked at the two women on the sofa in shock. After a small pause he began to retch. Ahana quickly made a basin appear and Robyn quickly buried his face in it. Nothing he had eaten today wished to remain in his stomach.

When he was done, he spit into it one last time and straightened his back slightly. He stared into the distance, unsure what to make of his findings.

"Sweetie-" - he shuddered at the pet name - "-I told you it was a horrible idea."

"No, I think I understand better now."

He raised his head to look at his mother. He wasn't sure how he could help better just yet but he'd figure something out.

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