Here lies an actor who knew nothing better than his craft.
Ordinary looking. Explosive talent.
These are the only two words that can describe this actor who succumbed to his illness, after battling cancer for some time now.
His death brings with it the fact that life is at its best, transitory. At 53, he had reached the pinnacle of success, both in India and abroad and his death cements his birth country in unity. Even the most rabid Muslim hater would not have any words to say against this creative genius who lived a low profile life, concentrating only on his art and steering free from controversy.
Though every film of his has been unique, ones that stands apart in my mind for their poignancy are The Lunchbox, where he played a middle aged gent Saajan Fernandes who feels the whiff of a second time romance with a lonely, bored, unappreciated housewife, essayed by another talented actor Nimrat Kaur.
Then Piku, co-starring Deepika Padukone and the other, Hindi Medium, with Pakistani actress Saba Qamar and of course the host of many films in which he worked, lending dignity to each and every role he donned. Actually, there are too many to mention. Maqbool, Haidar, The Namesake, Paan Singh Tomar, Life In A Metro…
He brought a fresh perspective to every film he worked on and what always stood out was the fact that he was, is and will always remain a man less ordinary.
Blessed because of his uniqueness and yet snatched away in the prime of life, by fate, that nobody can steer clear of, Irrfan Khan stands tall, for his generation and for the many to come, because of his body of work that is nothing short of the brilliance of genius.