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Prithviraj Kapoor talking about Peshawar on Radio in 1969

In this rare radio talk cine legend Prithviraj Kapoor talks nostalgically about Peshawar, his home, college (Edwardes College) and teachers. (Dated 1969) (Visuals & edited for brevity by QK. English translation by Ramanjit Singh) Known as Prithvi Nath before becoming famous as Prithviraj Kapoor, the legend gave this talk on radio in 1969: "As the time passes by ... I was born on November 3, 1906 in Peshawar. I was 3 when my mother passed away. My father was in the Police and used to travel a lot (aaj yahan kal wahan). My grandfather who retired as a Tehsildar brought us to Samundari, tehsil of Lyallpur when Frontier and Punjab was one. He had a big role in establishing this tehsil. He received 150 acres of land when he retired. Everyone in the tehsil and surrounding areas used to call my grandfather as father and my grandmother as mother. (Samundari... where Ibrahim's son Habib became my best friend) During summer holidays in college, I would visit Samundari and play kabaddi and wrestling with my friends. Habib by then had become a good wrestler with a strong and a beautiful physique. We would play in Lal Singh's akhara (play ground). In Peshawar, I was good in hockey and football (in Edwardes College). In Samundari, I would get sword fighting (gutka) lessons from Roop Chand and Buta Singh. Entire village would go and watch the kabaddi and wrestling matches. Habib and I were captains of our own teams. During the kabaddi match, I used to duel with Habib, and after the game, when the drum rolls stopped playing, Habib would come over and ask me if I'm hurt. He'd say 'Prithvi are you hurt' and I would respond by saying 'No Habib, not that much'. And I would ask the same "Habib, are you hurt". People would come and hug us, praise us for our great friendship. One gets hurt and the pain is felt by his friend, this is called friendship, bravo! In Edwardes College Peshawar, we had a professor of English Jai Dyal. He introduced me to modern theatre. Now after retirement he lives in a village in Kangra valley (India), about 2 miles from Kangra's Panchrukhi station. His house is situated in such a way that it reminds me of my house in Peshawar. At the back of the house are the Dhauladhar hills covered in snow, and in the front you can see the garden where he has cultivated every plant with his own hands. Sometimes seeing me quiet, the professor would ask "Are you missing Peshawar?" and I would hesitantly say "Yes". My home in Peshawar, where my father and grandfather grew up, was a six storey house. From the sixth floor you could see the Balahisar Fort on one side and on the other, far away, you could see the mountains of Dara Khyber (Khyber Pass). Professor would than ask, "Can you sing that couplet (sheyr) you had written about in memory of Peshawar" and I would sing it slowly in my bad (beysuri) voice (here the voice recording is not clear but this is what could be made out. Please correct) Tadap raha hoon mein neen dey tahe re be par (could be dairey be par) Tadap raha hoon mein neen dey tahe re be par Chaman sey door hoon beghana aibhaar (bahar) hoon mein (He says the last line with unusual force and heavy tone) After taking a deep breath, the professor would say "what a great city Peshawar was, what great people it had, wherever they would meet they would ask how is the city, any news about the city? Whether they are in Bombay or Calcutta, London or Paris, they will ask how the city is doing, as if there was no other city in the world other than Peshawar that really mattered, rest were all villages... what New York, what Tokyo, what London or Paris". I remember the city like the waves of an ocean taking me far away to that six storey house. In that house when I was 17, I got married, and when I was 18, in the first year of BA, "Raju" Raj Kapoor was born. My friends and professors, Bakshi, Phailad Singh, Rashid, Zameer, Arjun Singh, Professor Ashmat, Jai Dyal, my Principal RH Noble, loved him so much. In hockey or tennis ground, when the servant would bring Raju on an ambulator (stroller), wow what a beautiful scene it used to be... now the time is passing by... I should end here. Khuda hafiz and lots of love, my best wishes." ===== Radio archive source: Lutfullah Khan was an author, collector, archivist, and hobbyist from Pakistan. He was best known for his rare collection of voice recordings of renowned artists, poets, writers and other eminent individuals from South Asia #bollywood #kapoors #peshawar