Remembering Asrani, the man who made us laugh even in a film drenched in blood and revenge.
But behind his iconic “Angrezon ke zamaane ka jailor” act in Sholay lies an unlikely inspiration - a secret photoshoot in Germany nearly a century ago. Thread 1/17
To understand that connection, we must first talk about a man named Heinrich Hoffmann. He was a photographer, but not an ordinary one. He was Hitler’s personal photographer, propagandist, and one of his closest aides. 2/17
Hoffmann met Hitler in 1919, long before the Nazi leader’s rise. His photographs helped shape the visual mythology of the Third Reich. Every poster, portrait, and newspaper image of Hitler that circulated in Germany bore Hoffmann’s fingerprints. Quite literally. 3/17
He transformed Hitler’s image from a shouting demagogue to a near-messianic savior. No other photographer but Hoffmann was allowed to take pictures of Hitler. Through controlled lighting, poses, and framing, Hoffmann made Hitler look not like a politician, but a prophet. 4/17
It was Hoffmann who realized that propaganda wasn’t just words — it was iconography.
He crafted the image of the Führer that millions worshipped. He took the title Reichsbildberichterstatter, and his company grew to become the largest private photography firm of its kind. 5/17
Hitler’s power, after all, was rooted in performance. He rewrote and rehearsed every speech multiple times. His voice rose and fell in calculated rhythm — not by chance, but design. This is where this story becomes interesting. 6/17
In one of their most telling collaborations in 1925, Hoffmann photographed Hitler in private sessions doing rehearsal.
Nine rare photographs show Hitler alone, performing his speeches, experimenting with hand gestures, posture, and facial expressions. 7/17
He wanted to see what his audience would see. Hoffmann’s lens captured something unsettling — a dictator directing himself. Hitler used these photos to refine his performance, deciding which gestures conveyed anger, compassion, or divine conviction. 8/17
Each pose was choreographed to manipulate mass emotion. After reviewing them, Hitler reportedly ordered Hoffmann to destroy the photographs — he feared they exposed the theatrical artifice behind his power. 9/17
But Hoffmann, ever the archivist, did not comply. The photos survived, offering a chilling glimpse of how propaganda was rehearsed. They were published in his memoir, “Hitler Was My Friend” (1955). 10/17
Years after Hoffmann’s photographs were leaked, somewhere in Bombay, Ramesh Sippy reached out to Asrani with a small but crucial instruction. Asrani later said he didn’t even know the film was Sholay when he took the call. 11/17
Sippy simply opened a book of Second World War images and showed him the nine photographs of Hitler rehearsing, poses, hand gestures, facial angles. It seems those 9 secret photographs had found their way into Bollywood. There’s no way to verify it, but it fits the story arc. 12/17
Sippy wanted the character of the jailor (of Sholay) who believed in his own authority so completely that he would imitate power without understanding it.
Asrani had a formidable task in front of him. 13/17
Sippy was adamant. He wanted the jailor in Sholay to embody a parody of authority, someone who performed power rather than truly exercised it. And he wanted Asrani to study Hitler’s ‘manual’ to capture that performance. 14/17
Hitler’s speeches were famous not just for what he said but for how he said it. He would begin softly, then rise in fury until his voice cracked with emotion. That rhythm, crescendo and collapse was part of his act. Hitler’s voice was his weapon to evoke a mass hysteria. 15/17
So Asrani borrowed the cadence and twisted it into comedy. His iconic “Haa… Has!” laugh in Sholay wasn’t random. He exaggerated the tonal shifts, pushing them into absurdity and mimicked the manic rise-and-fall of a dictator's speech. 16/17
The Sholay jailor, with his self-parodying salute and hollow laughter, embodied how power often survives as performance — empty, rehearsed, and yet disturbingly familiar. Asrani will always be remembered as the actor who turned tyranny into farce. 17/17
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As Diwali lights up homes across India, Bengal and the East mark the night with worship of Goddess Kali. But here’s a story few remember. Over a century ago, she was the face of a swadeshi cigarette brand. Long before the Marlboro Man, we had our own Gutsy Goddess. 1/19
This curious chapter of India’s commercial and political history came to light through an exquisite lithograph advertisement we spotted few years back inside the Calcutta Gallery at the Victoria Memorial Hall. 2/19
The Bengali text on the poster proudly presented Kali Cigarettes as a “Swadeshi Product” — a label that, in the early 20th century, carried an unmistakable weight. It was not merely about commerce; it was a political declaration. 3/19
Taj Mahal is back in the news again. This time, not for love, but for all the wrong reasons. But decades ago, it made headlines for something far stranger. Because once, a man almost sold the Taj Mahal. The unbelievable story of Natwarlal — India’s greatest conman. Thread 1/17
Mithilesh Kumar Srivastava — better known as Natwarlal — was born in 1912 in Bangra, a small village in Bihar. His father, a railway station master, introduced him early to the world of documents, seals, and signatures. 2/17
Very little is verified about his childhood. In 1980, journalist Pritish Nandy noted, “Natwarlal has no background worth talking about… Right now, there is hardly any past you can track down. And thank God for that.” 3/17
The Cathedral of the Sacred Heart near Connaught Place in New Delhi is one of the city's oldest Christian establishments which have a strange connection with your favorite coffee drink, the Cappuccino.
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Who would have thought while sipping Cappuccino at a café in Connaught Place that their cup of coffee would have a strange bond with a church just a few miles away at the junction of Bhai Vir Singh Marg Road and Bangla Sahib Road. 2/17
Built in the early 1930s in an Italian style, the cathedral of the Sacred Heart was envisioned by Father Luke, a member of the Franciscan first order founded by the followers of the poor man of Assisi, Giovanni di Pietro di Bernardone. 3/17
What connects the American Civil War to Durga Puja in Bengal?
It's the nostalgic toy cap guns. The story of the cap gun is stranger than it looks.
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If you didn’t grow up in Kolkata, you might have missed it — the streets during Durga Puja once alive with kids firing toy cap guns, little puffs of smoke and crackles everywhere. A vivid pre-social media ritual of childhood, with a fascinating origin story.
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The Civil War (1861–65) was the first truly industrial war. Soldiers of both the Union and the Confederacy moved away from old flintlock muskets and embraced the percussion cap - a tiny copper or brass cup holding a shock-sensitive explosive. 3/14
Four years ago in Kerala, sixteen strangers walked into the Russian House in Thiruvananthapuram. They were from different districts, different walks of life. But they all carried one name that bound them together.
Gagarin. Yes, Gagarin.
So, What brought them together? 1/16
The name needs no introduction, or does it?
On April 12, 1961, Yuri Gagarin became the first human to journey into space. For the world, it was history. For a section of Kerala’s left-leaning families, it was inspiration strong enough to echo in their children’s names. 2/16
Take P.D. Gagarin from Cherthala.
According to reports in Hindu and New Indian Express, he was born on that very day in 1961, when the Soviet cosmonaut made his historic flight. His father, a communist and space enthusiast, named him Yuri Gagarin. 3/16
Long before she was a global icon, Mother Teresa walked the streets of Kolkata, and when she had nowhere to go, the city’s iconic Kali Temple opened its doors. On her birthday, we remember the unlikely home that started a journey of compassion that changed the world. Thread 1/19
When Mother Teresa began her work in Calcutta in 1948, she had almost nothing of her own. She wore a plain white cotton sari with a blue border and carried little more than conviction. 2/19
Her belief was simple yet radical: that the poor who lay unwanted on the pavements, the sick abandoned in the streets, and the dying left in filth deserved dignity in their final days. 3/19