Remembering Om Puri

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A part and parcel of so many childhoods

Om Puri, whenever I saw him on-screen was the quintessential Indian dad, thoda gruff, thoda sweet but full on no-nonsense at the same time. It saddens me how his death isn’t a huge deal in the lives of people my age, for me he was a part and parcel of my childhood. His benign presence with that bulbous nose ensured that a movie was something worth it. He wasn’t someone who stole the show, but rather someone you notice wasn’t there, a blended presence that was the garnishing that finished the dish.


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