When I was compiling my list of Raj Kumar songs last week, it occurred to me that there are several major films of his that I haven’t reviewed yet. Dil Apna aur Preet Paraayi, for instance, which stars one of my favourite actresses, and features one of my favourite songs. A film I watched many years ago and remember only in a fairly rudimentary way. Time for a rewatch, I decided.

The story begins with the arrival, at a hospital, of Karuna (Meena Kumari), who has just completed her training as a nurse and has come here for an interview. In her conversation with Dr Malhotra (Kumar?), Karuna explains—in response to a question—that her father had been a renowned doctor back in Himachal (she belongs to a village near Kullu), but he had a weakness for alcohol. The death of a patient on the operating table because of Karuna’s father’s alcohol-fuelled negligence resulted in such a feeling of guilt that he drove his car off a cliff. Karuna’s mother lost her mind because of the grief of bereavement and went down the same cliff.

Karuna joins the nursing staff from that day on, and quickly makes friends the other nurses. The Matron (Ruby Myers/Sulochana) is, at least on the outside, a strict disciplinarian, but the other nurses, including Sheela (Shammi), know that she is actually not quite such a harridan.

Among the patients, too, Karuna soon makes herself popular. Girdhari (Om Prakash) has stomach cancer but is invariably effervescent, talkative, ebullient. On the other hand there is Nathu (?), who is abrasive and unco-operative, refusing to take his medicine and throwing tantrums (as well as said medicine) when Karuna, on duty in the general ward, tries to get him to swallow it down.

Nathu’s fit of anger is noticed by Dr Susheel Verma (Raj Kumar), whom Karuna met in the OT on her first day, when Dr Verma operated on Girdhari. He’s a good surgeon, and it was obvious that Karuna, returning the watch he had forgotten beside the washbasin while washing up, was a little self-conscious in his presence. Now, watching Karuna deal with Nathu—firmly but kindly getting him to take his medicine—Dr Verma is impressed.

Later still, as he talks to her, one day running into her at the seaside, or chatting over a cup of coffee from the nurses’ station after an operation, Dr Verma and Karuna get to know each other a little better. She’s quiet, he’s a little awkward, so neither of them actually admits how they feel about each other.
In the meantime, Karuna has also, all coincidentally, met Dr Verma’s widowed mother (Pratima Devi) and his teenaged drama queen sister Munni (Naaz). Munni had one day been in the park and had gotten slightly hurt in a mishap; her loud wailing and dramatics had attracted the attention of Karuna, who had also been in the park at the time. Karuna had attended to Munni and helped her back home, which is how she made the acquaintance of Dr Verma’s family. Both his mother and Munni like Karuna a lot, and Karuna starts visiting them often, massaging Mrs Verma’s painful foot, having tea with them, and chatting.

The unspoken feeling between Karuna and Dr Verma does not seem to have made any impression on Mrs Verma, at any rate; because one day she insists that Susheel and Munni accompany her to Srinagar to look up a family friend of theirs, Lala Basant Rai. The Vermas have much to be grateful to Lalaji for; after Susheel’s father’s death, he was the one who financed Susheel’s further education, even sending him abroad to study medicine.

So the family goes to Srinagar, and there Dr Verma realizes that this was all a ploy to get him to Srinagar. Lala Basant Rai is perfectly well, but the fact is that his daughter Kusum (Nadira) has returned after completing her studies abroad, and now Lalaji and Mrs Verma, who have decided on their own to get Susheel and Verma married, are pushing for the wedding to take place. Susheel, for whom this is a bolt out of the blue, tries to push back, but his mother (like so many Hindi film parents) resorts to emotional blackmail. He should know how obliged they are to Lalaji; she has given her word, and if he refuses, she will kill herself.

Thus it is that a few days later, when Karuna is out on the balcony of the hospital, she sees the Vermas returning to their home next day. The car stops, the mother and son and Munni get out—and so does a heavily made-up Kusum, saree pallu over her head. Karuna is surprised, curious; but when Mrs Verma hurries into the house and emerges with a thali, welcoming Kusum in, and Kusum and Dr Verma bend to touch her feet… Karuna realizes what has happened, and is devastated.


It might have been all well if Kusum had settled in well and Dr Verma was obviously happy with her; but this doesn’t happen. Kusum is the quintessential spoilt daughter of a very wealthy man; and like all such women in Hindi cinema, she is not just spoilt but also selfish and unscrupulous and too proud of her wealth.
Within days of moving into the doctors’ quarters, Kusum, of her own accord, changes all the furniture and the curtains. When Dr Verma asks her about this, she tells him that she bought it with her own money; when he tells her—still gently, not accusingly—that all this fancy décor is a far cry from the décor of the other quarters and that it’s not quite in keeping with his (humble) status, Kusum throws a tantrum, tearing down the curtains and shrieking until her distressed mother-in-law makes her sit down and have her tea.

But this is only the start. It doesn’t take long for self-centred Kusum to realize that her husband is a very dedicated doctor, and that that means he gets called away every now and then, even at odd hours, to attend to patients. At times, for instance, when Kusum would much rather be partying at the club or watching a movie.

… and, of course, all the while Karuna, looking on from the sidelines, is seeing the man she loves with another woman.
Over the years I’ve been blogging, several people have reminded me that this is one film I haven’t reviewed. It had been so long since I watched it, too, that I’d forgotten the finer details of it, but I did remember that it wasn’t that fabulous a film.
Now I realize why that memory remained.
What I didn’t like about this film:
The cardboard, uni-dimensional character of Kusum. There is nothing nice about this woman. Nothing which redeems her, nothing which struck me as relatable. In fact, almost from the beginning—when she throws that tantrum and pulls down the curtains—I began thinking “this woman has mental health issues”, and that was a notion which simply went on resurfacing as the story progressed. Kusum’s character (especially given that she’s married to a doctor and the milieu is that of a hospital) cried out to have the spotlight shown on what sort of complex could plague someone who otherwise seemed to have it all. But no; we are given a cardboard cut-out Kusum, a Kusum so evil and nasty, that she comes across as hard to believe.
Then, there are the others: all the Vermas, actually, every one of them annoying in their own way. Munni’s whiney, over-the-top wailing and complaining is annoying from the first, and her mother’s insistence on Susheel marrying Kusum out of obligation is the sort of thing I detest. Why parents in Hindi cinema behaved like this, and then went scot-free after wrecking their offspring’s lives, I will never know.
… and there’s the said offspring. The intention may be to paint Dr Verma as the strong, silent kind, but he comes across merely as the weak-willed, spineless sort who will let others ride rough-shod over him just because. Why couldn’t he tell his mother that he was already attracted to someone else? Or that this was his life they were discussing. Or whatever—but then, of course, there wouldn’t have been a story.
But then, what I did like:
Meena Kumari as Karuna. While she is kind and gentle (though steely, too, when it comes to enforcing discipline with patients like Nathu or Girdhari), Karuna comes across as a woman of character. When she realizes that she, Dr Verma and a jealous Kusum are forming a triangle, she makes it clear, even to Dr Verma himself, that things are no longer the same. For example, after a late-night operation, when Dr Verma asks if she will get him a cup of coffee, Karuna does so. The scene is the same as in the earlier instance, long before he was married, when they stood comfortably together and had coffee…

Now, it’s only him drinking. He asks her about her cup, and she says no, she won’t have coffee.

And on one momentous occasion, when Kusum has been guilty of deceit (and only Karuna knows that), Karuna tries to hedge and deflect Dr Verma’s questions: she doesn’t want to tell tales, even if that tale is the truth.
A good character, and very well-portrayed. Meena Kumari manages to say so much with just her eyes. And, since she has very little dialogue, the expressiveness of her eyes, her face, even her walk—speaks volumes.

(Talking of her walk, why do all the nurses in Dil Apna Aur Preet Paraayi wear heels while on duty?)
Then, there’s Om Prakash as the patient Girdhari. This is one of his better roles: a man who tries to remain upbeat, even silly, but whose façade of insouciance slips now and then when he comes face to face with his looming mortality. Om Prakash was a good actor but I think he ended up playing a fairly one-note, buffoonish comic in far too many films; here he gets a chance to show some of his acting skills.

Plus, of course: Ajeeb daastaan hai yeh. Shankar-Jaikishan’s music and Shailendra and Hasrat Jaipuri’s lyrics make this a very good score, with memorable songs like Jaane kahaan gayi, Sheesha-e-dil itna na uchhaalo and Ooi itni badi mehfil (though very obviously lifted from Harry Belafonte’s Banana boat song)—but the standout song here is the exquisite Ajeeb daastaan hai yeh, where everything comes together seamlessly to create a classic. Whether it’s Lata’s rendition, the tune, the orchestration, the sections of the backdrop that are sung by the chorus, or Shailendra’s lyrics: each element is just right.
Despite all its shortcomings when it comes to characters, at least this is a largely entertaining film, for me the best of all that Kishore Sahu directed.