In which film does my beloved Shammi Kapoor meet a gruesome death, when he climbs into a large urn to escape detection by his beloved’s father. Her father, suspecting that he’s hiding in there, orders the firewood underneath it to be lit, and he roasts to death as his spineless beloved sings a sad song (needless to say, not my favorite film; it breaks my Cardinal Rule Number One for Hindi films: Shammi should never ever die).
And in a new record time, Shweta is our winner! She knows that the film is 1954’s Shama Parwana with Suraiya (whom I wanted to slap). But at least Shammi saw it coming.