I've heard about Raj Kapoor calling his baby brother a taxi, flitting from project to project when anyone waved money at him. I don't know enough about Raj in general or Shashi's filming schedules in specific to comment on this, but it seems a little mean, especially since one of the fares he took was a very unsympathetic role in Raj's troubling (and slightly lechy) Satyam Shivam Sundaram. Yesterday, on Shashi's 70th birthday, Glamsham ran an article discussing what this approach achieved for Hindi and Indian films. It's a much more generous assessment, noting his his appeal to audiences in a variety of roles and his tendency to share the screen, as well as suggesting that the range of projects helped bring international attention to the richness of Indian cinema. Now that's what I call Shashilicious.
Aside: I spent Shashi's birthday yesterday flying home from Vienna, and on my Heathrow/O'Hare leg, I sat next to a pleasant and chatty man from Chicago who showed me pictures of his dog on his iPhone. As we were browing through the photos, I spotted a shot of a poster for Jodhaa Akbar, and it turns out he's an occasional Bollywood goer. We agreed that compared with the material evidence of historical royal excesses we had seen on our recent travels (he'd been in Istanbul, and I've been spying on the Hapsburgs and Wittelsbachs), the Mughals had by far the most attractive bling and other material accoutrements.