Ode to Nana from a torrent user
I am sitting in Indore, reading the morning newspaper. There is news of a Marathi-origin don in Indore and another in Dewas. There is also the news of Nana Patekar’s demise. I grew up in a resource-restrained Marathi mohalla in Khandwa, where the movie Tiranga was telecast every 15 August and 26 January. Krantiveer and Yashwant were another regular, with the iconic dialogue “Aa gaye meri maut ka tamasha dekhne” and “Ek machhar…” I grew up watching how a resource-restrained Marathi household runs. The anger sits at the centre, with unregulated nervous systems and a world that orbits around it. There is softness there too, but it is quieter. The anger I am talking about, if I had to show what it looked like, would be these scenes of Nana. And Nana chose the path less taken and channelled it. I watch as an observer with a limited understanding of cinema. I am Marathi by ancestry, born in the Hindi-speaking belt, and I have worked in Mumbai and Pune for over a decade, so I ...
