#champa chachi

[thisissab]

Ok if you could “steal” something from SMZS and bring it in your life, what would it be???

[kartik-tripathi]

So who cooks in the Singh Tripathi household?

Aman. Aman grew up with both Chachi and his Mummy cooking him all the different amazing dishes he loves, and he developed a love for cooking at a young age. Also, I HC that the female Tripathis did not let Aman leave for Delhi without learning how to cook. Because no way in hell were they going to let their boy live off of Delhi food.  Kartik on the other hand, tries to cook but usually, he can’t do anything more than maggi or some channa masala to save his life. Everything else he cooks, he will eat. But most people will not.  So Aman is the one that usually cooks but Kartik has been learning how to bit by bit from Sunaina and Champa whenever he is in Allahabad so maybe he might get better. Who knows?

[bareillykibarfis]

mess(ed up)

[ GUYS!! Thank you so much for 200 followers!! So, as a gift to you guys, I present to you a Karman fic!! It is based on this post by @legendarilymessedup. Thank you for giving me inspiration to write something!! Hope this reaches your expectations!! ]

You can also read it on ao3: here.

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Kartik makes sure the flag is correctly set around his neck.

He isn’t nervous. He probably should be, considering what he’s gonna do, but there’s this rush of adrenaline in him, and he feels invincible.

He is so thankful Rajni convinced him to do this. This was his Amitabh Bachhan moment, and he’d be damned if he didn’t saviour every moment of it.

He takes a deep breath. With the microphone in his hand, he steps forward, so he is in everyone’s view.

“Bhaiyon aur Behenon” He does a dramatic turn, ready to give a speech on homophobia, that was bound to leave them speechless. (He’d prepared for it the entire time they’d taken to reach here, and he was proud of it.)

As he turns around, the first thing he sees is all the family gathered in front of the tree, looking at him. He has an audience, exactly what he wan-

And then he sees it. Aman. No, not Aman. A framed photo of him. And the garland of flowers around it.

His heart drops. He looks at the scene below him, frozen. There’s the pundit, and there’s the entire family… except for Aman.

“Chalaa ja yaar.” Aman had said. But, Kartik hadn’t listened. He’d been selfish, he’d stayed. And now…

“A-Aman..”, he whispers. His eyes fill with tears, his throat tightens, and there’s this ache in his chest. Everything hurts.

Aman. Aman. Aman. Where have you gone? It’s unbearable how he feels. He’s crying and crying, and his heart feels so heavy. He drops down on his knees.

“Arey khana to khaale yaar”, Aman always pestered them before they went out for their job.

“Bas kaar na!!”, Aman had laughed that day, when they were both in their bed, and Kartik wouldn’t stop throwing the pillows at him.

“Kya baan raha hai?”, Kartik always asked, himself not helping Aman at all, letting him do all the work in the kitchen. Whatever was the answer, the food was always god-tier. “The secret ingredient is love.”, Aman would always say when asked how he cooked so good.

Who would take care of when and what he ate? Who would love him? Who would he have pillow fights with now?? Who would he call family now??

Kartik’s cries have turned into screams, and they’re horrifying, pain-filled screams. His cheeks are damp with all the tears, and yet they never seem to cease.

How will he ever live with this? It’s all his fault. All of this. He should never have insisted they come here, he should never have kissed him on the train, he should never have stayed. Aman was.. dead.. and it was because of him.

-

Down at the courtyard, the entire Tripathi family is looking at Kartik with a baffled look on their faces.

Champa is the first to realize what’s going on. She looks at Kartik, who is on his knees, and then at the base of the tree, where there’s Aman’s photo, with the flower garland around it, and suddenly it's all clear. Her heart drops for a second.

Kartik is shouting now, and there’s agony written all over his face. Champa decides she has to do something. Something before...

She shakes her head, removing any negative thoughts, and starts going towards the roof. Shankar and Chaman Tripathi, both clueless, watch as she goes past them. “Kaha ja rahi ho?”, there’s an edge to Shankar’s voice, but Champa ignores him. She starts ascending the stairs.

-

Rajni enters the gate. At the sound of the door opening, both men look towards it. Seeing Rajni enter, Chaman’s face immediately lights up with a smile.

“Rajni!! Beta tu aa gai?” he asks. But Rajni pays no heed to his question, she’s looking at Kartik, who is shouting. She’s confused. This wasn’t what they’d plann-

She looks at the courtyard and sees Aman’s photo. And the garland around it. She immediately brings up both her hands to cover her hands, her whole body numbing.

Aman wouldn’t… he couldn’t have.. Shankar and Chaman follow her gaze, and they both finally realize what is going on.

“Nahi.. Beti nahi. Esa kuch nahi hai..”, Chaman starts moving towards his daughter.

“Aghe maat aana aap.” she says, her voice breaking. “Khush hoge na aap log? Ho gayi na aapko tassalli? Tut gayi na Kartik aur Aman ki jodi!!!” She is crying now.

-

Champa reaches the roof. Kartik has stopped screaming and now looks more broken than ever. He’s whispering, “Aman. Aman. Aman.”, like it’s a prayer that will bring him back to life.

“Kartik.” she says. He doesn’t seem to hear her.

She reaches out and puts a hand on her shoulder. He flinches and turns up to look at who it is.

The look on Kartik’s face breaks Champa’s heart. His eyes are red and swollen, his cheeks are wet with all the tears, he looks heartbroken.

“Kartik. Kuch nahi huwa hai. Sab thik hai.” But he ignores her, and goes back to staring at the floor, whispering the same word, tears falling from his cheek to the ground.

Before she can explain any further, she hears Rajni shout.

-

When Sunaina and Aman get out of the room, Champa is trying to console Kartik, Rajni is crying while Shankar and Chaman are trying to explain to her that everything is fine. “

"Arey, yaha kya ho raha hai??” Sunaina asks. At the sound of her voice, Rajni turns to look towards her.

She sees Aman.

“Aman?” her voice is filled with disbelief. She runs towards him, and hugs him tightly. Aman is confused, but hugs her back. He feels her teardrops on his shoulders. He breaks the his, looks at her and asks, “Kya huwa? Sab thik toh hai?”

As she looks at Aman, she’s reminded of Kartik.

Oh God. Kartik.

“KARTIK!!” she shouts, turning towards the roof.

Champa looks towards them. Rajni points to Kartik, so as to ask her to make him turn around.

-

Kartik feels his entire world crumbling. He feels numb. He has nothing left to live for. His heart is still aching, and he feels so powerless.

“Beta. Dekho toh sahi.” Champa chachi is saying, but he ignores her.

“KARTIK!! KARTIK!!” Rajni’s voice reaches his ears. He turns his head to look towards the direction of the voice.

His vision is blurry from all the tears. But he sees that Rajni is pointing towards someone… Aman?

He wipes his eyes to make sure he isn’t hallucinating. He really hopes he isn’t. He can’t afford to have his heart broken again.

He looks again. Aman. Is. Still. There. Aman. He’s alive.

The feeling he feels in his heart is unreal. This, he realizes, is true happiness. He slowly stands up, his legs shaking. Champa holds his arm, giving him support. He shakily comes down the stairs, looking at Aman the entire time, not blinking even once, afraid he’ll disappear.

Aman has a tired look on his face. He’s wearing glasses, and a shirt which Kartik knows wasn’t Aman’s choice. He looks fed up, like he’s gonna let the world win. Like, he’s ready to give up.

“Aman.” he says just this one word.

“Woh ab Aman nahi hai. Hum usko naya naam de rahe hai. Mar gaya hai Aman.” Shankar Tripathi says, in an icy voice.

Kartik feels anger boiling within him. “Aur kitna karoge aap??” he snas. He points towards Aman. “Dekha hai aapne bete ho?? Halat kya ho gaayi hai?? Khush lag raha hai kya vo?? Kya paaoge ye kar kar??”

“Hum jo bhi kar rahe hai, soch samaj ke kar rahe hai. Tum bich me na aao, warna bhari padega tum pe.” Shankar says, glaring at his own son.

“Arey yaha par ho kya raha hai?? Kya kar rage ho aap log??” Kartik says, exasperated, laying his hands in front of him. “Bete ki aadhi zindagi nahi kati hai aur aap log antim sanskaar karne chale??”

“Hah. Hum Aman ki antim sanskaar kar rahe the. Uska naya janam hone wala tha. Ab yaha se chale jao, warna Aman ke saath tumhara bhi karna na pade.” Shankar Tripathi says, his voice curt and blunt, but mostly angry.

“Yaar..” Kartik puts a hand on his forehead, exasperated. “Laga tha aap log to samjhoge.” he turns around and starts walking away.

Kartik. Is. Walking. Away.

Aman feels helpless. He feels like he should do something, anything. He even opens his mouth to say something, but his mother digs her nails in his arm, so as to say, “No”. He looks at her. She isn’t looking at him, she’s looking at his father, who is glaring at him. He closes his mouth.

What is he to do now? Have they lost this battle?? His heart is breaking. Will they ever see each other again? Where is Kartik?? Is he leaving already, without a single goodbye?

“Chalo suru karte hain.” Shankar Tripathi says in a smug, satisfied voice.

They’re all just going to go to the mandap, when Rajni laughs. “Tauji, aapka problem yaha nahi waha hai.” She points towards the roof.

Aman looks. And there’s his boyfriend. Kartik. Shirtless. The pride flag around his neck. (How had missed all these details before??). A microphone in his hand.

“Bhaiyon aur behenon.” he starts, and Aman feels his heart clench with happiness.

The speech he gives is just iconic. And the look on Shankar Tripathi’s face is quite the sight to see. When Kartik shouts, “Homophobia!!! Homophobia!!! Homophobia!!”, each time doing a different pose, Aman feels his face break into a huge smile. He is so so so proud of Kartik.

Aman’s happiness spell is broken when he hears his father say in a voice filled with anger, “Beta.. Tu wahi ruk.”. Shankar Tripathi then proceeds to go inside the house.

Aman now, free from his father’s angry glared, runs up the stairs to the roof. As soon as Kartik sees him, he practically engulfs him with a hug.

“Tu thik hai.” Kartik says, and Aman feels teardrops on his shoulder.

“Main thik hi to hoon. Mujhe kya hona tha??” he is confused. “Arey, tu ro kyun raha hai?”

Kartik breaks the hug, and Aman sees his eyes are red.

“Yaar.. Tu.. Tu.. Tu maar gaya socha tha maine.” Kartik is crying again.

“Par… kyun..” Aman’s voice trails off as he turns his head towards the courtyard, where he sees the sight below him.

“Oh God.. Kartik” Aman turns towards his boyfriend, whose face is red from all the crying. He cups his face. “I’m alright. I’m right here, okay?” He wipes the tears. “Ab isse pehele ki papa aa jaye, nikalja yaha se.”

Kartik wipes his eyes. “Arey mein kaha jaunga? Kyun kahi jaunga? Aaj to ye solve karke rahunga.”

“Nahi yaar papa tujh ko-” Aman begins, but Kartik cuts him off.

“Bas papa ko shoot karne se rokle. Mere last wishes ke list hai yaar. Sun-” Before Kartik can finish, he sees Shankar Tripathi coming out of the house, holding something in his hand.

IS THAT A GUN??!! Please don’t let it be a gun, I’m not ready to die. God, no, you know I have so much left to do. Please don’t let him kill me.

Aman is pulled back by Champa chachi. Kartik is left all alone.

Shankar Tripathi isn’t carrying a gun (Kartik is so thankful). Instead, he’s carrying a stick, a huge one at that. He has this look of revenge in his eyes... 

Suddenly Kartik is once again a helpless 9 year old, he’s back in his room at Punjab.

“Papa, nahi-”

His father hadn’t even let him complete his sentence. “Ladkon ke saath ghumta reheta hai? Haan??? Sharam nahi aati tujhe?” He’d been hit with the belt once, and then again, and then again. It’d hurt, and he’d cried, but his father had been ruthless, determined to beat the homosexuality out of him.

“Agar firse maine tujhe uss ladke, ya kisi bhi ladke ke saath paya na, toh tujhe kaat ke rakh dunga.” His father’s eyes had been red with anger, and he’s been so scared that day.

Shankar Tripathi’s eyes remind him of his father’s eyes. He gets an uneasy feeling on his stomach. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…

Before he can complete the thought, his eyes meet Aman’s. And he just knows. It’s either him or Aman. The latter one is obviously never going to be an option. So, he straightens his back. Yes, he’s gonna take this. For Aman. He has to. For love, for the-

The first blow lands on his back, and every single thought flies out of his mind. The pain is excruciating. Before he can compose himself, Shankar Tripathi hits him in his shoulders with another blow.

Kartik can hear Aman shouting something, but his ears are ringing and his body is hurting everywhere and he cannot make out a single word. He can hear Chaman chacha shout out, and he can hear the little gasps from Sunaina’s mouth. But he can’t fathom any of it, because Shankar Tripathi just won’t stop hitting him-

Kartik realizes he isn’t hitting him anymore. He freezes, waiting for the next blow. But it never comes. He slowly straightens his back. He looks towards Shankar Tripathi, who is standing with a pained look on his face, his hand on his back. The stick is on the ground now.

This is your chance, Kartik. You can leave if you want to.

He looks at Aman. The look on his face stops him. There’s a look of helplessness in his face, and it breaks Kartik to see him that way. He’s not gonna run away, because running away means leaving Aman alone, and he cannot have his lover’s heart broken.

So, he picks the stick from the ground, and gives it to Shankar Tripathi, who is too shocked to say a single word. Kartik looks at Aman, and nods.

The beating resumes. Kartik doesn’t even have the time to register his pain from one hit when Shankar Tripathi is on him with another.

He can feel himself getting weaker. He doesn’t know how long he can stand up.

Suddenly, he sees Aman. Coming towards him.

Aman. Aman. Aman. I love you so much.

Aman is coming towards him, and his arms are opening, preparing for a warm hug. But, Aman runs past him, up the stairs. He doesn’t even look back once. Kartik is dumbfounded.

-

His father is beating Kartik. And he’s helpless.

Aman is shouting, and trying to get to them, but Chaman is holding him back. He’s fighting, but he’s too weak. He has to do something. Anything.

Suddenly, he sees his father drop the stick; he’s too tired. He looks at Kartik, who looks just about ready to break.

Kartik. Chala ja. Yeh tera mauka hai.

Kartik even looks like he’s contemplating leaving the courtyard. But then, their eyes meet, and Aman knows. Kartik will never leave him alone.

He cannot let this go on anymore. He loves Kartik, so he really hopes he understands. He takes a deep breath.

He runs towards Kartik. Kartik looks so happy, his arms open. Aman ignores him, and runs straight upstairs towards his room. He doesn’t turn back becuase he knows what he will see will break his heart.

He enters the room, and locks the door. He now knows what he has to do.

-

Kartik stares at Aman’s room in shock. He just.. really went in like that??

For a moment, Kartik is baffled. But then, he realizes. He is trying to get all of this to stop. It only makes sense, Shankar wa-

Before he can complete his thought, Shankar Tripathi is back in his business. It’s even more unbearable now.

Just as Kartik feels like he’s gonna pass out, he hears the sound of the stick dropping, and Shankar Tripathi sighing in defeat. He looks up to see his tired face. He looks around and the entire Tripathi family looks shocked.

He spots a tap at the far side. He staggers towards it, and opens it. He then ducks under the tap so the water falls on his head.

The cold water jolts his body back to life. His steps still faltering, he stands up, facing towards the Tripathi family.

“My sexuality,” he points to himself. “is my sexuality. None of your sexuality.” Immediately after this, he feels his body give away, and he falls, losing consciousness.

[ishqbaaaaz]

Ishqbaaaz - Sept 22/17 - Episode 374

Gauri and Annika are trying to figure out what to do and theyve decided theyre gonna help Suman run away

Gauri is getting up to leave

AND NOW SHES RUNNING

AND THERES ANNIKA AFTER HER

The aunties stopped Gauri

shes like i gotta pee

they gonna go with her what kind of invasion on privacy

Aw shit Annika got booked

RUN BABY RUN

she finds a room but its locked

HA I KNEW THERE WAS GONNA BE SOMETHING IN  THE TRAVEL BAG

Shivaay put a switch blade ohmygod 

I hope theres pepper spray too

SHE SAID THANK YOU SHIVAAY

AND HE FELT IT

THE AWARENESSSSS

Hes still looking at rings

homeboy left his phonnne are you really SSO

Oh Suman’s in the room

Annika tries to call Shivaay and obvi he aint answering

Suman’s lost hope

Annika tells her that theyre gonna help her run away

Gauri is in a fix

homegirl is gonna climb out the window

Lmao Rudra feels relief after peeing 

Bhavya feels like someone is following her

The gaonwale break the door

The dupatta on the girl’s head

that aint Suman i can feel it 

Annika does this all the damn TIME

For Tia....for Priyanka...

This aunty giving Rudra gyaan about shaadi and age

LOL IMAGINING WHAT ITLL BE LIKE MARRIED TO BHAVYA AND EXPECTING A BABY

Homie needs to grow up

LOL THIS KID CALLED HIM UNCLE BYE

Gauri is calling Om and this trash probs wont answer

HE DIDNT OMKARA WHAT TH FUCK

Theyve arrived at he mandap

and Annika gives the ishara that its her

These gaonwale are gonna kill them man

GAURI IS GONNA DRIVE THE MOTORCYCLE

ITS LIKE CHAMPA BUT ELEVATED

Champa 2.0

shes gonna use Internet Chachi ahaha

Annika is still calling Shivaay

Ruvya and all the peeps playing antakshari

He says he’ll learn old songs because she thinks theyre cute

that shit is cute

his letter is M 

Rudra is trying to think of an old song because she’ll like it

BHAVYA BUSTS OUT MY NAME IS SHEILA

hes SHOOKED

now theyre all dancing this is so cute

Someone is watching them

Annika is panicking

these guys are gross

PULL A ZOYA FAROOQUI AND RUN AWAY ANNIKA

The dude noticed her shoes

oh no who knew Chandni would betray her like this

Pehl gaya raita!

Aaaand off goes the ghugnghat - props spelled that wronggg

Shivaay finally notices the missed calls oh my god

Om got calls too

Shivaay is like what the fuck why wouldnt you answer

ANNIKA ANSWERED THANK GOD

THEY TOOK AND PHONE AND POINTED A GUN AT HER

SHIVAAY GET TO THE GAON LIKE ASAP ROCKY

Theyre like we gonna fuck you up

shes like bitch wait until my husband gets here

GAURI

BHOJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI

SHES HERE ON CHAMPA 2.0

FUCK THEM UP GAURI YAS

THEYRE LEAVING 

IM DYING THIS IS GREAT

SUMAN DIDNT LEAVE???

OH SHE GOT IN TOO

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS

LOOK AT THEM GO YAS

This is incredible

this kid wants to play luddo and asks Bhavya

Rudra is like let her rest

LOL Bhavya is like im only 4 yrs older not 40

ok honestly this is a bit boring

Swety omg boring forwarddddd

nvm Jhanvi looks like shes gonna beat her with a stick

she needs keys to open a painting? what?

they got the video back

LOL SWETY THREW A PLANT AT TEJ AND RAN AMAZING

Bhavya feels like someone is following her

Who the fuck is this

Akhram?

man they even used the same name from QH

Oh Bhavya knows him

Rudra is confused af

Aw she called him just a friend and he got sad

He invites him to a guesthouse party

Bhavya doesnt wanna go

Rudra says lets go

shes like bitch i said no

but she changed her mind

AKHRAM IS GONNA BE NASTY I CAN FEEL IT

Khanna

A PERSON JUST WALKED INTO THE HOUSE IN A WHITE SHEET

KHANNA JI YOU NEED TO BE FIRED HONESTLY

Why is Pinky picking out jewelry for Shivaay’s shaadi???

LIKE???? YOU’RE NOT HAPPY??

YOU HATE ANNIKA????

YOU RUINED YOUR SON’S LIFE???

I DONT UNDERSTAND

Its Swety and shes asking Pinky for help

Dadi in to see Pinky because she suspects

Pinky is hiding Swety

ugh honestly Pinky you are trash and will forever be trash

SHE GAVE SWETY MONEY???

WHAT

Ruvya and co at the guesthouse

These nasty boys want badla because Bavya slapped him back in the day for being nasty

Tej is  back to normal

hes asking for forgiveness from Shakti

YOU SHOULD BE ASKING FORGIVENESS FROM JHANVI AND OM

I still dont know how to feel about Tej

The function

LOL JHANVI WHAT 

“iss baar hum functions dhoom dhaam se karenge” SO ALL THAT HAPPENED WASNT DHOOM DHAAM?

Pinky is staring all jealous like

Theyre calling the kiddos to find out whee they are

This guy just locked Rudra into the room

Bhavya is washing her face

why are you washing it like that bby

Akhram is all nasty

kick his ASS bby

2 MORE GUYS

SHE SLIPPED ONE OF THEM WITH SOAP AND IS CLEARING HER FACE NOW

they grabbing her 

all nasty

Rudra trying to get out

KICK THEIR ASSES BHAVYA COME ON

SHE STABBED HIM WITH SCISSORS

THIS NASTY GUY IS A COP AND IS BEING ALL NASTY

Rudra showed up 15 mins late with starbucks

shes like fuck it lets go

he called Rudy a baccha

FUCK HIM UP RUDY

YA’LL DONT KNOW HIS DOLEY SHOLEYYYY

AND OUT COMES HER GUN

where was this gun before

Bhavua is cheesed

Shes like you dont listen to me

shes mad at his immaturity yiiiiikes

Tej’s photo is broken and Jhanvi is worried

oh it was Swety lmao

THATS IT? 

Precap: Annika and co on the run and the gunday are after them

Shivaay and Om tryna call the girls

CHAMP 2.0 IS OUT OF GAS

Well this was a boring as fuck episode lmao. All filler. Oh well. See ya’ll next weeeeek

[kartik-tripathi]

THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER THO!! what abt Champa chachi? pure vegetarian?

R u vegetarians? Pure vegetarians?

kaali gobi

-shankar

[melodrama-and-bouffant-blog]

Queens that made us ROFL: A flashback

Be it horror, melodrama or musical; comedy has remained a sub-genre within every genre. Providing a comic relief to the audiences in the midst of a suspense thriller or an emotional outbreak is a task that has always been assigned to the men. Comedy, typically and strangely, has never been the genre for women. Even today, we have no female actors to match with the likes of Akshay Kumar, Arshad Warsi and Varun Dhawan. Interestingly, many summers back, Bollywood saw a wave of comediennes who captured the funny bones of their audiences, made them roll on the floor with laughter and have left an indelible impression in their hearts. We bring to you a list of some of the most loved and popular Queens of Comedy!    

Tun Tun

Image source: Medium

Uma Devi Khatri is hailed as the first comedienne of Hindi cinema. Actor Dilip Kumar renamed her as Tun Tun, which became her screen name. Born in Uttar Pradesh, music fascinated her. A few years later, she ran away from her home to Mumbai to pursue her dream of making it big as a playback singer. Naushad Ali launched her voice in Wamiq Azra in 1946. Due to intense competition, she moved to acting on the recommendation of Ali.  She claimed to be a big fan of Dilip Kumar and told Ali that she would act only if her big break came in a film with Kumar. Finally, she made her debut in Dilip Kumar-Nargis starrer Babul in 1950. Soon, a comic legend was born. She came to be known for her effervescent personality, myriad forms of facial expressions and impeccable comic timing. She was famous for shedding off her real life persona and effectively slipping under the skin of any character she took up without being conscious of her image. Despite sharing screen space with Madhubala in Mr. and Mrs. 55 (1955) and Amitabh Bachchan in Namak Halal (1982), she managed to create a noteworthy frame for herself. In a career spanning several decades, she worked with other comic actors such as Johnny Walker, Bhagwan Dada and Keshto Mukherjee and established herself equal to her male peers. The 60s and the 70s belonged to Tun Tun who became a permanent comic relief in Hindi films. Her performance in films like Aabroo (1968, as Whiskey Rani), Pandit Aur Pathan (1977, as Champakali), Coolie (1983, as the mother to seven babies) and Shehzaade (1989, as Hitler’s bride) were praised and remembered to this day. She broke norms and set a new trend that was taken ahead by Sri Devi and Hema Malini.

Manorama

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Remember Champa from Ek Phool Do Maali (1969), or the more popular tyrannical Chachi from Seeta Aur Geeta (1972)? Yes, that is Manorama for you. Born as Erin Isaac Daniel, she started her career as a leading lady in the 40s. She came to be known as Manorama, which became her screen name, after she played a character of the same name in the 1941 pre-partition blockbuster Khazanchi. Thereafter, she shifted to comic and antagonistic roles. When asked the reason for the shift, she said in an interview with BBC in 2015 - “If I had chosen to act only as a heroine then I would have disappeared from the scene long ago.” She carved a niche for herself as a woman with superb comic timing and her idiosyncrasies such as exaggerated expressions, angry rants, iconic frown, eloquent eye movements and dramatic eye-lashes. Subsequently, she became famous as the stubborn wife with a henpecked husband. She made her own mark and held on her own despite sharing the same frame with acclaimed actors like Kishore Kumar, Madhubala, Sunil Dutt, Waheeda Rahman and Rajesh Khanna in films like Half Ticket (1962), Mujhe Jeeno Do (1963) and Mehboob Ki Mehendi (1971). Bombay To Goa (1971) achieved a cult status and became a very significant part of Manorama’s oeuvre as she shared screen space with some of the best comic actors of her times – Keshto Mukherjee, Mehmood, Sukhri, Sunder, Asit Sen and Oscar.

Preeti Ganguly

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Actor Ashok Kumar’s younger daughter Preeti Ganguly rose to eminence as a comic actress in the 70s and 80s. She became popular for her role in Basu Chatterjee’s Khatta Meetha (1978) as Freni Sethna, a big Amitabh Bachchan fan. In a career spanning 14 years, she appeared in 30 films as a comic relief. She, predominantly, played frumpy characters that made her a favourite among audiences. She featured in most of her films as an overly healthy woman. This was the sole criteria of being and making it big as a comic artist back in the day. When she began to shed some weight, she stopped getting film offers. She is remembered for her roles in films like Dillagi (1978), Chor Ke Ghar Chor (1978), Damaad (1978) and Jhoota Kahin Ka (1979).