For just about 60 years now, Sampooran Singh Kalra, otherwise called Gulzar, has been weaving enchantment with his words. An Institute Honor and a Grammy later, the 80-year-old poet/lyricist/writer/director is as yet going solid.
In an industry, where nothing is changeless, Gulzar has figured out how to remain significant.
Applicable notwithstanding when the business is flooding with skilled lyricists, for example, Amitabh Bhattacharya, Prasoon Joshi, Irshad Kamil and Varun Grover.
Be that as it may, how, one miracles. Indeed, perhaps the solution to his expert life span lies in the way that no one shows improvement over Gulzar. No one clothes a plenty of feelings with words superior to him.
During a time where artists like Honey Singh emphatically have confidence in shouting foulness to our faces, Gulzar has been completing a compelling great job of serving us wicked insinuations dunked in some precisely chose words throughout the years.
His verses resemble a theoretical painting which two individuals appreciate for altogether extraordinary reasons.