Sorry Guys! this Airtel 4G TVC doesn’t go well


Dear Readers,

This morning, I got an email from Indiblogger.com. The email came as a source of happiness to me because it gave me the opportunity to talk to you guys by writing about ‘Airtel 4G internet challenge’ advert. I bet my entire Indian readership has already watched this Airtel television campaign. I feel like calling it television campaign instead of TVC that my advertising colleagues do. Because I think writers do and think differently so I try to think differently only to pretend myself that I am steadily becoming a big writer that I am not now at least. So, without distracting from my subject, I like to tell you that this post is about the advertisement film that is being used by Airtel for creating buzz for its 4G internet service product.

Today, internet is something we cannot live without today. It is powering thousands of creative agencies & web ventures across the world and now it is also powering up some of the top trending news sites. I have personally experienced that one day of internet unavailability brings the productivity of these news sites to bottom. They are kind of depended on Internet and I find that absurd.

Airtel 4G TVC
We have seen that Internet has the power to enable politicians to get hold of nation’s top post. We have lot to show what high speed internet can do for this nation and its youth but unfortunately we are being tagged as consumerists. I like to ask everyone if we all use internet to watch latest Honey Singh video, I believe we do not. The film tells we use internet to check top five management collages and watching coke studio, download movies and honey Singh videos. But the question looms at large that do we only do this with internet? Aren’t we building businesses out of internet and creating fortunes using the freedom internet has given us? I would have been happier if this TVC would have added a bit of video blogging or something that brings empowerment to us – the consumers of internet. I would have been very happy if this advertising film includes emerging video jockeys, stand-up comedians and our beloved ‘AIB’ sort of YouTube channels.

Now, there is less time left for 4G services to come in our hands and we are ready to enjoy the power of fast speed internet. I wish this time it comes for real.

Love Always
Anant

Post Script: I like to say that the solution of creating appropriate advertisement film that includes every section of Indian youth, lies in between (Read: moderation). The film created by Idea cellular company was way too exaggerated. Obviously, we can’t make robot by reading Wikipedia pages, can we? Please write back to me what you guys think about this.

Film Review: ‘Masaan’ जिंदगी जैसी एक फ‍िल्म


Masaan film review
Masaan film review

मसान पर कुछ लिखने से पहले जरूरी है कि इस फिल्म को ठीक ढंग से समझा जाए, इसकी प्र‍कृति की विवेचना की जाए। यह बताया जाये कि आखिर यह फिल्म किन मायनों में खास है और किस तरह मसान फिल्म-दर-फिल्म बदलते भारतीय सिनेमा के बदलाव की एक महत्वपूर्ण कड़ी बनकर उभरती है। भारत और खासकर बॉलीवुड में सिनेमा को सिद्धांतता: भारतीय जनमानस का अक्स दिखाने वाला आईना कहा जाता है। लेकिन बॉलीवुड की जमीन पर उगने वाली वाली बहुसंख्यक फिल्मों ने इसे एक ऐसे जादुई आईने में परिवर्तित कर दिया है जिसमें वह दिखाई पड़ता है जो हमारा जनमानस देखना चाहता है। इसमें चकाचौंध है, फुंके हुए सपने हैं, फार्मूले हैं और रेस भी। लेकिन इसके ठीक उलट साहित्य शब्दों के जरिए अपने पाठकों को उनकी जिंदगी का एक्सरे दिखाने का प्रयास करता नजर आता है। फिर बारी आती है कविता की तो यह एक इंजेक्शन की तरह पाठक को उस जगह पहुंचा देती हैं जहां उसमें थोड़ी बहुत संवेदना बची रह गई है।

अब बात करते हैं कि आखिर मसान है क्या। नीरज घ्यावन और वरुण ग्रोवर की फिल्म ‘मसान’ फिल्म, गद्य और काव्य विधाओं का एक ऐसा संगम है जो भारतीय सिनेमा के लिए किसी कुंभ से कम नहीं हैं। यह वह मोड़ है जहां से एक नया दौर शुरु होने की प्रबल संभावना दिखाई पड़ती है। फिल्म का पहला फ्रेम ‘बृज नारायण चकबस्त’ की नज्म “ज़िन्दगी क्या है, अनासिर में ज़हूर-ए-तरतीब, मौत क्या है, इनीं अज़ा का परेशाँ होना।” से शुरु होती है। दूसरे फ्रेम से ही फिल्म आपको उस जिंदगी में ले जाती है जहां एक सेल्फ डिपेंड लड़की पहली बार सैक्स का अनुभव ठीक से लेने के लिए कंप्यूटर पर ब्लूफिल्म देख रही है। ठीक! यहीं से आप फिल्म में उतर जाते हैं। कहीं जाति, न्याय और प्रशासन की चोट खाते इन युवाओं के टूटते चेहरों में आप खुद को देखते हैं। तो कहीं पहली बारिश की तरह ताजे इश्क में पड़ते हुए चेहरों को गुलाब होते हुए भी देखते हैं। असल बात यह है कि फिल्म में नायक नहीं है। फिल्म का परिवेश ही नायक है जो कि एक अक्स है हमारी आपकी जिंदगी का। कथानक की बात करें तो यह उस दौर की फिल्म है जब भारतीय युवा तकनीक के संमदर में गोते लगाता हुआ सामाजिक कुरितियों और बंधनों को तोड़कर एक स्वछंद पक्षी की तरह उड़ जाने को आतुर है। वह हर धारा, प्रवाह और उसके मूल को समझने की कोशि‍श में है। वह जानना चाहता है कि आखि‍र ऐसा है तो क्यों है और नहीं है तो क्यों नहीं। लेकिन कुछ पंख फड़फड़ाने पर ही वह जाति व्यवस्था, न्याय और प्रशासन के अदृश्य पिंजर में कैद हो जाता है। इससे उसकी मासूमियत तो मरती है लेकिन जिंदगी के प्रति उसका नजरिया वही रहता है।

अभिनय की बात करें तो दीपक चौधरी के रोल में विकी कौशल, देवी पाठक के रोल में रिचा चढ्ढा और शालू गुप्ता के रोल में श्वेता त्रिपाठी ने बिलकुल अपनी टीनऐज को एक बार फिर से जी डाला है। जिस तरह अपनी छत पर टहलते हुए शालू फोन पर अपने नए-नए बने दोस्त दीपक को सितारों को आंखों में महफूज रख लो… जैसे जाने पहचाने शेर सुनाती हैं वह सच्चाई के काफी करीब नजर आती हैं। यह दोस्ती शालू को वह स्पेस देती है जिसमें वह खुद को चाहने वाले शख्स से उस जुबां में बात कर सकती है जिसे वह पसंद करती हैं। वह शायरी कह सकती हैं और निदा फाजली एवं बशीर बद्र के प्रति अपने प्रेम का इजिहार कर सकती हैं। इसी तरह जब फोन पर दूसरी ओर शेर और नज्मों से दूर दूर तक नाता ना रखने वाले दीपक मुस्कुराकर बोलते हैं कि समझ नहीं आया, पर बहुत अच्छा था, अपनी दोस्त को अपनी बात पर यकीन दिलाने के लिए वह स्वाभाविक रूप से कहते हैं ‘कसम से बहुत ही अच्छा है।’ यह सीन देखकर सिनेमाहॉल में बैठे छोटे शहरों के मिडिल क्लास युवा जरूर मुस्कुरा देते हैं। वह दौर याद आ जाता है जब नोकिया 3315 पर एसएमएस में शायरी भेज भेजकर प्यार का इजहार होता था और लड़के-लड़कियां बाकायदगी के साथ इन शायरियों की डायरी मैंटेन करते थे। तब वो मोहब्बत भी शायरियों जितनी पाक होती थी। क्योंकि आशिक शायरी भेजने से पहले उसके असर और छुअन को टटोलने का प्रयास जरूर करते थे। संजय मिश्रा की जितनी तारीफ की जाए उतनी कम है क्योंकि उन्होने विद्याधर पाठक के रोल को जीवंत कर दिया है। विद्याधर पाठक की पात्र रचना अपने आप में एक बायोपिक सी जान पड़ती है उस संस्कृत प्रोफेसर के बारे में जो हालातों की मार से प्रोफेसरी छोड़, कर्मकांड और जूआ तक खेल अपने सभी मूल्यों को गंगा में बहाने को मजबूर दिखाई पड़ता है। इंस्पेक्टर के बारे में इतनी सी बात है कि इंस्पेक्टर की बेटी को फिल्म में देखते ही दर्शक के मन में सहज अपेक्षा पैदा होती है कि अब कुछ ऐसा होना चाहिए जिससे अपनी बेटी के किसी कांड में फंसने पर फिल्म के एकमात्र विलेन को उसके किये का अहसास हो जाएगा। लेकिन ऐसा होता नहीं क्योंकि आम जिंदगी में भी ऐसा नहीं होता। फिल्म में वह ही दिखता है जो एक सामान्य व्यक्‍त‍ि अपनी सामान्य सी शक्तियों से देख सकता है। फिल्म ईश्वरीय न्याय की प्रामाणिकता स्थापित करने की जगह यर्थाथ दिखाती है।

फिर फिल्म में एक दौर आता है जब अपने हाथों से सबकुछ बिखरता हुआ दिखने लगता है। फिल्म के पात्रों के साथ-साथ सीटों से चिपके हुए दर्शकों की आंखें भी जर्रा-जर्रा आंसुओं में बहती दिखाई देती हैं। यह वह क्षण हैं जब फिल्म साहित्य में घुसकर कविता हो जाती है। कुछ दृश्य इतने पॉवरफुल हैं कि सीट पर बैठे मजबूत से मजबूत आदमी को रोने को मजबूर कर दे। पर्दे पर दर्द से कराहते पात्रों को देखने से आप अंदर तक हिल जाते हैं। फिल्म की यूएसपी यह है कि यह जिंदगी को जस का तस दिखा देती है और फिल्म खत्म होते होते पर्दे से आपके भीतर उतर जाती है।

Hey Little Sparrow! Stop coming to my dreams


Hues of a Soul Love Story Once upon a time, there was a writer in south town of London. Living in utter solitude, he was trying to figure out his relationship with a little sparrow bird that comes every morning to land up on his writing table. Every night he thought about people who goes through lost love trauma. He thinks why people go after love, knowing that it’s the thing that leave everyone emotionally robbed and wounded but every morning when he goes to write, the little bird comes over. He kind of started liking her spurious presence. One day, the bird turns into a beautiful girl and started coming over for morning coffee. The writer somehow could not gauge the abstract creation of the girl. He just started spending great time with the girl. They go together for buying groceries, have morning coffee and say goodbye to eachother as the sun sets. Now every morning, when the writer goes on writing his study on lost love, he instead writes about the beauty of love. And one day, the beautiful girl turned into a bird again without saying goodbye to the writer whom she loved. Now, the writer dreams of saving her girl from goons, buying groceries together and in morning he wakes up screaming at the little sparrow, ‘Hey Little Sparrow, stop coming to my dreams’. The little sparrow smiles as ever before…

Ohh! CM Promised? But who cares your land is so valuable


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What do we call ‘development’ in cities like Kanpur; a newly constructed road, freshly painted divider or a mega sized road over bridge? I believe a road over bridge will fit the bill considering the necessity of infrastructural development in the city. But I am aghast to see that how the construction of an ROB can force someone to leave one’s house when that didn’t come under range of houses that needs to be demolished.

This is the story of an under construction road over bridge in Kanpur. It will replace the existing 45 years old bridge that connects South Kanpur to North Kanpur. South zone of Kanpur pumps blood in North Kanpur as New Bombay does to Nariman Point. People from all economic classes travel about 30 minutes to get to the heart of the city to work as accountants, managers, parking boys, tea vendors, and child labors. The large amount of vehicles that passes through this over bridge cause regular traffic jams. At times, the jam goes on for 6 hours because the existing bridge is designed, considering the traffic needs of 1970. The population has increased from 1,275,242 in 1971 census to 4,581,268 in 2011 census. And now 92% of total households posses basic means of mobility like two wheeler and cars. Despite such great necessity, this road over bridge was long delayed because there is a slum beneath this old and fragile bridge. There has been a great show of protest, local politics and failure of government machinery collectively. But, this time government acted so fast that the slum dwellers couldn’t get the chance to protest and end up packing their stuffs. The state government has considerably given one room flat as compensation to families whose houses were demolished and compensation to those who didn’t accept the flats.

But here comes a great deal of mismanagement. The government given flats are based out of the city. Women who are working as house maids, baby sitters or clean utensils in nearby colonies will have to travel about two hours to get to their jobs from their new homes. The same goes for men and students who study in make shift schools and government funded colleges. They will have to walk on foot for 5 kilometers to get the bus to enter in the city than it will take some about 45 minutes to reach their workplaces. In morning hours, it is okay to walk for such a long distance but evening hours will cause great security risks to women.

The other depressing features of this compensation scheme is lack of compassion in awarding flats and fishy distribution of cash compensations. There does not seem a visible mechanism of how cash compensations are being distributed. Some slum house owners have got three colonies against one house and some have got single colony. The highest compensation amount rupees 88 lakh goes to a house owner, who in real is a rich businessmen, owns luxury cars and sells premium furniture at a showroom in a market place. Some people has got 18 lakh rupees as compensation for demolition of their one foot long balcony.

While working on this report, I met a 50 year old lady who lost her husband few days after demolition of her home. This old lady can’t take stairs due to backache problem. The lady told me that UP CM Akhilesh Yadav promised her individually that she will get a ground floor flat but now she is being denied. There is another lady who is a mother to married sons. Her three story home was enough for 13 family members but now she is compulsive to accommodate her big family in government-provided 7*10 feet flat. She got a colony because her house was going to be demolished but later it didn’t. The houses that were less than 10 feet close to the pillars were destined to be demolished. This lady’s house were certainly not 10 feet close so his sons refused to leave the house. But here came the local police who thrashed him up for not leaving his home. They brought him to nearest police station for threatening. The word ‘thana’ threatens these guys.

So, sanctioning this road over bridge is indeed a service to the people of this city. But the big question still looms high that why some people has to suffer for the comfort of others.

Book Review: Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan – The Musical Alchemy


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We know musicians with their music and Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan is no exception to this basic rule. But when we read the biographies of such artists, it enriches our understanding with art and artists. Pierre Alain Baud’s paean to the legend of Qawwali is one such interesting read. The writer has travelled and spent a great deal of time with the legend Qawwal and it reflects in tiny details of NFAK’s life. It fosters my belief in the thought that creating music is like doing alchemy. You add lots of efforts to get a right tune out of your vocal chords and percussion instruments and only a few shot to fame the way NFAK has done. I still remember when I came across the soulful music of Nusrat. It was my exam’s day and Nusrat’s song was being played loud in the auto I was taking to college. On being distracted, I asked the auto driver to slow down or just stop the music and he did. But till then Nusrat’s music was all over my head. Exam went well but I was still humming the tone. It irritated me and pushed to listen the whole song. In those days, Google required a keyword to give any results so I tried hard to recall any word from the tone. But I got only Gorakh Dhandha and after 20 minutes of extensive research, I could find “Tum Ek Gorakh Dhandha Ho”. Since then I am in love with NFAKs music.

Pierre Alain Baud has painstakingly researched and soulfully written on the great Qawwal’s life. He has brought the details about the art form and resourceful information on the evolution of Qawwali. He has talked about the Qawwali in detail. As the date goes back to eight century when Sufi saints first came to south Asia as Muslim missionaries from Iran, Afghanistan and Syria to propagate Prophet Mohammad’s message. This was the group of secular wanderers, who took the esoteric path to reveal the batin; the thing behind the Zahir. They believed in worshipping god with their excellence of music and spread Prophet Mohammad’s message through humanitarian verses and poetries. It dots the time of famous poets Rumi, Sufi Saint Bulle Shah, Baba Faird and Nizamuddin Aulia etcetera. In Sufi culture, there is a tradition of music & Qawwali. The kids get their initiation from Pir then they go on learning and practising the art for years before going live.

Inclusion of instruments – specific to Qawwali is really appreciating. It fills the half empty glass. The book says that before 18th century, Qawwali sessions were adorned with indigenous percussion instruments like Sarangi, Dholak and Shahnai. These big sized instruments were a pain for musicians as they took time for readjustment to the changing pitches of vocalists. Right then a Bengali instrument maker Dwarkanath Ghosh transformed an English harmonium into a hand-held instrument. It set the stage for Qawwals like Fateh Ali Khan and Mubarak Ali Khan brothers and later for Nusrat’s journey to planetary fame.

The first half of the book talks about art, Chistiya brotherhood, Nusrat’s lineages and some less known tombs like Alauddin Sabir Kaliyar in Rurkee, Uttarakhand (closely associated with Nusrat’s family). The narration covers nine generations of NFAKs genealogy. The close associations with Qawwal bachha Gharana, which was founded by Sufi saint Nizamuddin Aulia and political allegiances of Nusrat’s forefathers. It includes political allegiance of Fateh Ali Khan and Mubaraq Ali Khan brothers as they propagated two-nation theory with poet Iqbal’s verses. Unlike his guardians, NFAK adopted Bulle Shah, Baba Farid and Rumi’s verses, which talks about the god and his beloved. Such verses were beyond any communal allegiance and thus earned love from all corners of the divided India & Pakistan. Including this, Nusrat sang shabad of Punjabi tradition and Saanvre tore bin of Hindu tradition. It shows him a bit secular but the book doesn’t tell about Nusrat’s stand on Hindu-Muslim conflicts. It doesn’t say if he was secular or adjust himself with changing political tides of south East Asia.

Everyone expects some sort of miraculous stories from the biographies of legends. It holds many. The one is about a dream when NFAK still a child sees his late father who brought Nusrat to Ajmer Sharif and asked to sing. In real, Nusrat instantly recognized the place and set to sing when he first visited Ajmer Sharif. It also opens up thing that shows legends are normal human being. They just try little hard for what they believe in. Nusrat used to have a habit of listening TV shows and advertisements whenever he goes on his foreign tours. It lets him understand the music of foreign soil before his concerts. And when he applies the local music notes in his performances, it got him huge success in places like Japan and Sudan.
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Pierre Alain Baud’s work is in French and English Translation has done by Renuka Ghosh. Ghosh’s translation is not devoid of the personal touch that should be felt in Baud’s personal account. Though, I strongly believe that the verses, written in Urdu, English and roman hindi. The latter should be written in devnagri lipi to add the life to verses of Baba Bulleshah. These are beautifully embedded like a special notes of NFAK. Freancis Vernhet has carved the book cover out of gold sand and have scattered all over the book cover. On the jacket, there are prints of NFAK audio tapes. On the second cover, there are news clips that echoes with larger than life stature of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, who has is living immortally with his soothing voice.

Book Review: No Direction Rome By Kaushik Barua


No Direction Rome book reviewWhat if in a war between evil and good, evil wins? He then will go on executing all the good people at mass gathering spots of his newly owned capital. Like Lord Ned Stark got executed at Kingslanding in front of thousands of people; this includes her daughter, some infants and his ardent followers. After all the executions done. He – the evil will start passing strict laws to strike down all the hidden enemies to his newly formed state. It will set more stages of public executions. People will cheer on seeing perpetrators’ head rolling on ground. They will fill the sky with religious slogans. Then the peace will fall. Years will start passing on. He will make sensible rules to prolong his rule on land he won. He won’t let some war mongers create war like situations out of nothing. Instead he will setup a group of analysts and spies who will get him sane advices to run the state where everyone can feel that they belong to the state and the land which has just been won belongs to them. So the land can become the motherland for their kids and to the kids of kids. So someday they can go on waging wars for their motherland, which was, a war ago, motherland to some other kind of people. The kids will hear glorious war stories that how their forefathers won that important war over good people. The meaning of good in that state will be bad. So they will cheer being called bad. Then who was bad and who was good. You get directionless and that’s Kaushik Barua’s latest book is all about.

Written in unconventional style, ‘No Direction Rome’ seems like a 189 pages long Eminem song. You see angst, aggression, hopelessness and a frenzy race in present towards future. But that so called future doesn’t seem coming and protagonist keep running till their lungs lasts.  No Direction Rome’s protagonist Krantik is living in Rome and leading a life full of hopelessness. He works in a multinational company where he doesn’t find solace. Having a dead-end relationship with a daughter of an MP, he is trying to figure out where his life is leading him. On her fiancée request, he visits to Amsterdam where his fiancée Pooja tries to commit suicide. She then flies back to her family in India and here begins the unending rant that only ends in the final pages of the book. He goes on travelling alone, interacts with strangers, goes on stalking and talking to a girl standing alone in a corner then visits a place he has not prior intention of.

I doubt if dead-end relationship has anything to do with the psychologically upheaval lifestyle of the protagonist. He goes on dating a girl, he doesn’t familiar with and talks of crony capitalism on his first unannounced date. The real good thing about Kaushik Barua’s second book is its vivid descriptions. But I am reading him for the first time so I felt overwhelmed with the pace and bombarding of psychological rant. In one paragraph, he talks about having joint at his colleagues’ apartment and in second line he goes on telling that Rome is filled with crazy people. He says that the city is a big mental asylum where crazy people have been kept. Since relative of the inmates haven’t come to receive them so they have been let loose on streets like animals. And, to keep the streets safe they have been again locked up in their shiny offices. Then after few words he goes on saying he had three joints with his friends. He took orange juice and his friends got gin and tonics. In his long rants, he beautifully creates a window to interact with his readers to keep them engaged. While talking about the asylum rant, he says they had this asylum on the outskirts on the city, and then they had to shut it down, fiscal tightening etcetera (I like writing etcetera, it’s so much classier than abbreviation).  With his small comment as an author, he reconnects with the readers. But what I seriously felt that this seems good as long as you have got good stuff to throw on your readers because in some pages the pace goes extremely slow and boring.

The cover has been designed by a London based independent book cover page designer Arati devasher. Arati has used small caps font for the book & author’s name on the background of a whirlpool of dust and smoke. And, sides are adorned with symbolic Colosseum building which is upside down like a scene in Christopher Nolen’s movie Inception. The whole design of the cover collectively creates directionlessness mood of the book.

Collectively, it’s like a record of human life where everything is being recorded. The spoken and unspoken words, private thoughts and privates acts, conscious thoughts and unconscious thoughts, dreams and inner dreams too. It’s like a Spiderman prose where writer jumps from this scene to that scene within words and five to six word long sentences. You can miss an important event if reading casually.

Chopra opens the Flood Gates With a Scrapbook of Memories


ashok-chopra-book-scrapbook-memoriesHow do we get to know the real self of our favorite authors? How do they think, write and go on publishing their notes, scribbled sometimes on matchboxes, paper napkins or on the back covers of their favorite books. Sometimes a single paragraph or even a line of wisdom can turn a reader loyal to the author. We then go on churning internet for hours to know the publishing process of the works we love, the hardships that our author has gone through with and about the hidden inspirations. This is the next degree of being a loyal reader. We often notice such loyalty in movie buffs; they know the names of directors, actors, writers, lyricists and even production team members before even entering in the movie hall. But seeking all such details is pretty tough in case of books. On googling author’s name or the book, you get numerous links leading you to buy the book or a fine 300 word piece written by PR people for marketing of the title. The Ace publisher Ashok Chopra has opened the flood gates by publishing ‘The Scrapebook of Memories’. Now, others publishers can follow. The beauty of this book is like a good movie. You can not put it down after start reading even opening pages randomly. Each page is written with such a simple and lucid tone that you keep on reading the book. Curiosity goes on and on with each passing paragraph. Though, the hard cover edition makes it difficult to carry this 383 pages long book. It encompasses Chopra’s frequent interactions with publishing legends like Khushwant Singh, M. F. Husain, Dev Anand, J. N. Dixit, Shobha De, Dilip Kumar, Zail Singh and Satish Gujral. In the second part of the book, Chopra has shared his memoirs with cities like Shimla, the Gaiety Theater, and about historical novels. In one chapter, the publisher talks about Gita Mehta’s Raj and Salman Rushdi’s Midnight Children. He marks the evolution of Indian non-fiction and historical fiction genres with Khushwant Singh’s Train to Pakistan and Rushdi’s Midnight Children’s. In a country like India, where people generally don’t talk about books, authors and long form writing, this book tells you before print stories about famous books like Khushwant Singh’s autobiography. While writing about Khushwant Singh and Dileep Kumar, the author recalls his memorable liaisons with legends. He shares a private incident when 99 year old Khushwant Singh asks Chopra if he had any lover in his life. On getting the negative response, Khushwant goes on asking him to have one by reciting a Persian couplet. It shows what Khushwant was at the age 99; the person who at the age of 99 can take care of his associates as a good old grand pa while being as friendly as classmates. He shares one incident when Bollywood legend Dilip Kumar tenderly asks him to visit him often as his visits gets solace to him. Now after a career of 40 years, Ashok Chopra has written about all such memories that usually don’t come in public space. Indian publishing professional don’t talk about such things public and we don’t get to know what happens before publishing of books.