Amol Palekar (born 24 November 1944) is an Indian actor of the 1970s and a director and producer of Hindi and Marathi cinema.
He did his postgraduation in Fine Arts from the Sir JJ School of Arts, Mumbai, commenced his artistic career as a painter which was distinguished by his seven one-man exhibitions along with his participation in many group shows. He has been a leading persona of avant garde theatre in India. He has been active in Marathi and Hindi theatre as an actor, director and producer since 1967. As a trend setting director who brought the theatre out of the proscenium arch, his productions still inspire the younger theatre practitioners. His stupendous contribution to the modern Indian theatre often gets overshadowed because of his enormous popularity as a lovable lead actor in Hindi films.
As an actor, he ruled the silver screen for over a decade from 1970. His charming image as a ‘boy next door’ carved an unparallel niche in contrast to the larger than life heroes prevalent at that time in Indian cinema. He received three Film Fare and six State awards as Best Actor. His performances in regional language films in Marathi, Bengali, Malyalam and Kannada fetched him tremendous critical acclaim as well. While choosing to concentrate on filmmaking, he decided not to act after 1986.
Vi el cielo abierto y comprobé qué esto es lo mío, tranquilamente me encontré en el vacío, sé qué no hay forma de acabar más elegante, con ésta idea de moral, recalcitrante, Y no me pidas qué renuncie a la verdad.
No hay celo sin dolor, ni pena sin amor,
es más fácil olvidarse qué vengarse, no hay fuego sin calor, ni cielo sin un Dios,
al que ya no volveré a rezar.
En la tormenta encontré el equilibrio,
quién lo podía imaginar?, amo el peligro,
vi mi futuro y lo cambié, por el presente,
de la memoria me olvidé, siempre me miente.
Y ahora sabemos de lo que yo soy capaz,
no hay loco sin razón, ni falta sin perdón,
yo prefiero perdonarte que engañarte, no hay joya sin ladrón, ni esclava sin señor,
y esta esclava no obedece más.
No hay celo sin dolor,,ni pena sin amor,
es más fácil olvidarse qué vengarse,
no hay fuego sin calor, ni cielo sin un Dios, al que ya no volveré a rezar.
En la tormenta encontré el equilibrio,
quién lo podía imaginar?, amo el peligro.