thanks for the link bro,...
if naseerudin shah ever try to learn about the india pak relation, then he won't have tell that. this man must ask his elder brother Lt. General Zameerud-din Shah (Retd.) PVSM, SM, VSM, about the propaganda force his brother to fight for his country.
My brother Zameer by Naseeruddin Shah (an article from a few years ago)
Naseeruddin Shah recounts growing up with our recently-appointed deputy army chief, Gen Zameeruddin Shah
(As told to Piali Banerjee of Mumbai Mirror)
It's unfair that every news report which talked about Zameeruddin Shah becoming deputy army chief, mentioned that he's my brother. But I guess life is unfair. My name is attached to his ('by the way') all the time. However, I don't think he minds. In fact, he once wrote an article in a fauji magazine where he mentioned six questions he is asked most often about me. The most popular among them is, 'Is Naseeruddin Shah your real brother?' “Zameer is two years elder to me. Since my mother was very unwell when he was born, he was sent to live in our village, Sardhana, near Meerut, and was brought up by an aunt of ours. He came to live with us only when he was around four years old, and I was two. It took me a while to get used to Zameer after he came from the village. He was very different from my eldest brother, Zaheer, and me. For instance, he couldn't speak English, and he had some different habits. He was also still very attached to our aunt in Sardhana “Then, when I was 5 and Zameer, 7, we both were sent to boarding school, St Joseph's School, in Nainital. In school, of course, he turned out to be a big hero, and I, an idiot. He was tall, good-looking, athletic, a boxing champ. And he even had a girlfriend in from St Mary's School. I envied him this like hell! Meanwhile, I failed in my ninth standard and left this school to join another.
“In school we didn't get together much because it wasn't cool for a senior to hang out with a junior. But Zaheer, Zameer and I bonded during the holidays. That's when we'd play cricket, learn to swim, and learn to ride a bicycle. Of course, Zameer managed to learn everything first. We had huge fights too; we kicked and punched and hit each other over usual things like who'd bat first.“Then Zameer went to NDA (the National Defense Academy in Pune) and changed completely as a person. He got rid of his wild, colorful ways and straightened out. He almost became austere in his ways, which he still is today. Today, he only has what he needs, there are no luxuries in his life. “I still remember the day when Zameer came home in his cadet's uniform. I was so inspired the moment I saw him get off the train. He was actually saluted by the policeman at the station who wouldn't even let me in! And although I knew that I wouldn't be a soldier, the idea actually appealed to me for a couple of days after that. (I had gone through NCC camps and I knew that getting up at 5 am on a winter morning to wear a starched uniform wasn't my scene.)
“But the change in Zameer, changed, or rather straightened out, my life too. I was really inspired by the determination with which he quit his old habits and thinking. And I figured that if I focused in the same way on my acting, I could make a serious career of it too. His being a good soldier inspired me to be a good actor.
“In fact, I don't know whether I'd have been an actor if it hadn't been for my brothers. Were it not for the two of them, I'd have probably lost faith in myself. They were the only people in the world I could talk to about my acting aspirations. They were the only ones who listened to me, and didn't laugh at me. (Today, they do watch most of my films and, I believe, are proud of me.)
“Soon after his graduation from NDA, Zameer went away to fight in the Longewala battle in the 1971 war. And that's a period in his life that's more or less blank for me. I was scared, of course, at that time, but I was more interested in knowing all the details about what was going on at the warfront. Meanwhile, my parents reacted in their own ways. My dad had a ball worrying, my mother retreated into prayer. Even now, Zameer never talks about those war days. If I ask him questions, he only answers in monosyllables, so now I've learned to leave him alone. They must be his private memories, which he'll talk about whenever he's ready.
“So, I guess, we're close in a way, but not so close in other ways. We don't meet often, but when we do, we pick up from where we left off. Since neither Zameer nor I are too fond of talking, we communicate in other ways, like playing tennis, or going riding together…
“Zameer follows a typical military discipline. Even on holidays, he is almost always erect, and maintains his regular routine. Yeah, he can be rather funny when he wants to be but nowadays, as a general, he is almost always surrounded by people and does have an image to live up to. “Right now, of course, he has a good life. A big house, plenty of staff… In fact, I've got to see plenty of interesting places, where I wouldn't otherwise have gone, because of his postings. However, what's interesting is that Zameer is very aware of what a general's life is, after retirement. He has seen his seniors go through it, and is well-prepared. In that sense, he is a true realist.”