Sameer Rahat was performing Urdu blues at a private function when I saw him first. It’s a novel fusion, I thought, of two rich traditions set to music. He did it very well. A gypsy by temperament, he has a need to lose himself in the quest of self-discovery, freedom from contexts: where I belong, parents, situations in life. It came to me, almost, as a rude awakening: he’s so different from his father, yet that difference has something familiar—certain continuity in disruptio
Arjun Bhagat is friends with Raghu Rai for 37 years, and they are 30 years apart in age. How it all started makes a beautiful story, is a snapshot of Raghu's life, makes a pretty picture. Raghu, a colossal photographer; his images are the visual history of our times. We lost India’s best, Raghu, at the age of 83, earlier this week. And his friend Arjun, one of the pioneers of television journalism in India, started the popular show Crime Patrol amongst others, was an anchor
Dharmendra is one of the most celebrated actors of the Indian film industry, is popular for his stunning looks and golden heart, a rarest of rare combinations that sets him apart from the rest. He died a couple of weeks short of his 90 th birthday, last week. Though I have never had a conversation with him, he has had a presence in my life, intriguing me like millions of Indians, for all the obvious reasons. Here, I try to look at his life in words of people who knew him ve
Most memories are like dreams — intangible, fuzzy, fleeting and subliminal. However, sometimes, they have an exceptional timelessness that causes them to resurface at the mere hint of reflection. The collective national grief at Dharmendra’s demise impels me to go down memory lane — almost six decades in time. It was a lazy Sunday in the summer holidays of 1969. I sat with a pile of Enid Blytons in the outer courtyard of our old home on Station Road in Lucknow. A strapping ca
I was having breakfast in the canteen of the Film Nagar Cultural Centre ( FNCC) with my friend Chandra Shaker Reddy when K S Rama Rao, aka KSR, walked in. All stood up and greeted him as he slowly walked across the hall towards our table at the far end. KSR is one of the most respected producer of Telugu films and happens to be the president of FNCC and this is his fourth term. Chandra Shaker introduced him to me. ‘I don’t know Hindi,’ he said. I retorted in the same tone