After Laloo…Chor Mandali in queue

J Jayalalitha

Now that Laloo Prasad Yadav has been disgraced and convicted, let’s take a look at the others waiting for a verdict in similar cases.

Tamil Nadu Chief Minister J Jayalalithaa who is facing trial in a disproportionate assets (DA).

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Former Telecom minister A Raja and DMK chief M Karunanidhi’s daughter and MP K Kanimozhi. (2G case)

Former chief minister Karnataka BS Yeddyurappa and his two sons.

G Janardhana Reddy has been in jail for illegal mining for over two years.

In Andhra Pradesh, Jagan Mohan Reddy‘s disproportionate assets case. He might have got bail but not clean chit. Five ministers too fear conviction in the same case. BCCI chief N Srinivasan is also one of the accused.

Congress MP from Pune and former chief of Indian Olympic Association Suresh Kalmadi is also staring at the possibility of being convicted in the Common Wealth Games (CWG) scam.

Former Haryana chief minister and the INLD chief Om Prakash Chautala and his son have already been convicted in the teachers’ recruitment scam.

Former Mumbai Congress chief Kripashankar Singh in disproportionate assets case.
Former BJP President Nitin Gadkari involved in the financial deals of Purti Group

Those who got away with clean chit:
The BSP chief and former UP chief minister Mayawati.
SP chief Mulayam Singh Yadav.

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Solving the mystery around Guru Dutt’s death

I am going to watch ‘Kagaz Ke Phool’ today, at Jagran Film Festival. I missed ‘Pyasa’ this time but have seen it a number of times, including the time it was released. I don’t intend to miss ‘Kagaz Ke Phool’, not that I’ve not seen it earlier.
Press didn’t value him, and in fact ignored him during his life time –  partly because he didn’t flaunt his love life like, say, Raj Kapoor. And mainly because they found him a little ‘boring’ and not one of ‘the beautiful people’. He got his due share of limelight when he died mysteriously at 39 and recognition when he was included in Time magazine’s “All-TIME” 100 best movies in 2005 and by the Sight & Sound critics’ and directors’ poll in 2002, where Dutt himself is included among the greatest film directors of all time.
At the same time, I feel sorry for the kind of media we have. There have been books and now someone is making a biopic but there has been no serious attempt to explore the mystery behind his death. Alcohol and sleeping pills – Sonarils.
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What is Karan Johar doing with ‘The Lunchbox’?

Saw ‘The Lunchbox’.
My first question is: what is Karan Johar doing here? 
But that will come later. 
Great performances by Irrfan Khan and Nawazuddin Siddiqui (though he is a little loud and makes an effort to steal the show from Irrfan) and a restrained performance by Nimrat Kaur. 
What I liked about the movie, besides it being a slice of life of Mumbai’s middle class and the ‘small moments’ of real people, is the end. 
No climax, no anti-climax, no surprise ending. 
Just leave the story hanging.. the way we, who wrote short stories in ’70s, used to do. I remember telling a critic that I end my short story at the point when the ink gets over!
I wrote nearly 200 short stories. I’d almost forgotten them. But seeing that even Karan Johar types are now interested in such stories (remember his Bombay Talkies?) I’m thinking of selecting 10 of mine, updating them and getting them published. 
Basu Chatterjee used many stories. ‘Rajanigandha’ was one of them. Basu Bhattacharya made ‘Aavishkaar’. There were others. There were serials too. No, I’m not talking of third class – but popular – Tarak Mehta Ka Ulta Chashma or Sharad Joshi’s equally bad ‘Laptaganj’. They were considered trash which they certainly are, but that is also because the people who watch them know nothing better. They read about ‘Oscar’ controversy and watch ‘The Lunchbox’. 
I don’t see any difference between them and Karan Johar. KJO is a commercial filmmaker who has managed all the awards and honors in Indi. For sometime he has longing for honors at film festivals and if possible Oscars. 
He doesn’t realize that it is difficult to swing both ways. 

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Ashok Kumar on his out of body experience

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Ashok Kumar, everyone called him Dada Moni, was not well and couldn’t attend the launch of my book ‘Simply Scandalous: Meena Kumari’. But, he told me, “I want you to come to Union Park with your book. I am very eager to read it.”
He had loved my biography of Madhubala. I had quoted him extensively in both the books.
Taking my photographer friend Bhupi (now he has changed the spelling of his name as I advised him) I went to his bungalow. This was in 1998.
On this day, I saw the child in him and also a thinking person. First of all, he wanted to read where I had quoted him. I showed him those parts. He was a fast reader and read everything. We chatted for an hour or so. He was proud that, even at the age of 87, he still had some amount of sexual energy and freely introduced me to a woman he had kept. His wife, Shobha Devi, had expired 12 years ago.
“Do you know that you are getting scoop pictures?” he told me. “No one except Bhupi has shot me with grey hair! We all are conceited people. Dilip Kumar, Ashok Kumar, Raaj Kumar….wo to wig pehnta hai! Oonche Log ke samay maine socha tha ke uski wig lekar bhaagoon…But it wouldn’t have been nice.” He laughed like a child and then became serious, “I have decided to stop coloring my hair. Where is the need? I was not well so I didn’t color for some weeks and then decided never to do it.”
“But you still have a good head of hair!” I said.
Haan, tum to meri umar mein bilkul ganje ho jaaoge?” He laughed. He was right.
“Tell me, do you fear death?” he suddenly asked me. He turned philosophical.
“Not really. Life keeps me so busy that I don’t get time to think of death.” I replied.
“I’ll tell you a surreal experience I had. I was not well and was not in senses. My people told me later that, lying on my bed, I appeared miserable. I was turning and twisting in my bed as if in unbearable pain. They all were worried and thought that dada was in great pain and may die. But somehow I survived. I opened my eyes. And here I had had an entirely different, wonderful experience. It was like being amidst cloud. It was so calm and peaceful. I have never felt this kind of bliss. Now that I look back I realize that when they saw me in agony, I was in a different, a happy zone. It was an out of body experience. I think I was close to death. It didn’t happen. It will happen sometime. But I am sure it will be a beautiful experience.”

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My love-hate relationship with Bal Thackeray

Bal Thackeray

Bal Thackeray was always in awe of the English media, the way it was. He knew how to counter the Marathi media – he belonged to them – but he thought English language newspapers were a different kettle of fish. It may have had something to do with his early job as a cartoonist in Free Press Journal, and a little to do with the fact that his schooling had been in the Marathi medium and he had seen stalwarts like Frank Moraes and Shyamlal in English journalism.
I saw all this when I did my first interview with him.
I’d read the interviews he had given to several opportunist editors who, misusing their editorial independence, went on to make a pile of money and grow in their career. I didn’t want to do that. As a freelance writer, I was a Special Correspondent for Delhi Press’ flagship, ‘Caravan’, and while ‘Caravan’ didn’t sell as well and didn’t have the kind of glamour some Bombay glossies had, it was respected.
I sought an interview with Bal Thackeray, who assumed that I was coming from Delhi (connection: Delhi Press) and was quite enthusiastic to give one more interview. My interview was more on the lines of a ‘court martial’. He’d get angry and reply and I would ask a counter-question. After the interview, he asked me to accompany him to one of his rallies. It was in Kumbharwada. I sat next to him on the dais. I noticed the holes in his socks! I told him that I liked that!!! He smiled. The hostility between us melted. When he got up to deliver his speech, he introduced me to the audience as ‘a journalist who has come all the way from Delhi’ to interview him and touted that as the growing success of the Shiv Sena.
At the end of the rally, he asked one of his sainiks to drop me home.
The loyalty he commanded and the rousing reception he got was a testimony to his popularity. The Marathi manoos was in love with him. I had been quite impressed with the rise of a cartoonist to a phenomenal leader.
The interview was published verbatim, and I sent him a copy.
Within hours, I received a call. He wanted me to come to Sena Bhavan, the same evening. I was ushered in immediately. The issue of ‘Caravan’ with him on the cover was lying on his large desk.. I had thought that he’d be happy to see the colour picture of himself with his famous pipe, taken by his friend Mohan Wagh. Apparently, he was not.
He accepted my hand in his hand – an artist’s delicate hand – and I sat in front of him. He had underlined the captions and sub-headings that he hadn’t liked.
“You saw the response I received, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“And you ask the question on the cover: Is Shiv Sena a spent force?”
It was a foolish heading what with the picture of a massive gathering of Marathi Manoos on the cover. But what can a freelance writer do about it after an article is published?
I tried to defend the indefensible. I had known and had written that Sena is going to be in the running for decades. But I tried defending my position with, “I am a freelance writer and cannot control the editorial freedom of renaming an article.”
“But you article is too critical of Sena.”
“You are already aware of what I think of a party based on communal lines. I had asked you those questions and you had answered them. I believe that a communal party with a name like Shiv Sena has no place in a secular democracy.”
“What secularism and what democracy are you talking of?” He asked. The argument went on for some time. Seeing his anger, I didn’t argue as fiercely and let him ‘win all the arguments’.
“And now, what are these foolish lines?” he asked me.
There were several critical references to him and the Sena in the photo-captions, and some lines had also been added to the intro of the article. I had faced similar problems with the interviews with Dawood Ibrahim and Arvind Dholkia too though not in ‘Caravan’.
“As far as I am concerned, my responsibility is limited to the interview. Have I misquoted you anywhere?”
“I don’t care about being quoted or misquoted. I am asking about these lines… here… here… and there…”
“But they are photo-captions. I am not responsible for that.”
“Your name goes with the article. You are responsible for every word.” Thackeray said sternly. He still had no problem with the hard questions and answers as they were accurate. “I know what you asked me and liked your bold questions. You asked me questions I replied to them. But these are not acceptable!”
I countered, “You too worked in a newspaper once. Don’t you know how they operate?”
He believed that a journalist can and should insist on complete control of his article.
“You can argue with me, but you couldn’t argue with your editor,” he taunted me.
“Didn’t you face a similar situation when you were a cartoonist?” I asked. Somehow, that made him very angry and he said, “I don’t want to argue with you. Before I tell you to get out, GET OUT!”
And I got the hell out…
But it being a small world, I’d bump into him. By then, having started his own daily, he had started understanding the limitations under which a freelance writer worked. The next time I bumped into him he smiled, “Caravan journalist…Mohan Deep?”
I was happy. He hadn’t forgotten me. Much later I realized that politicians, dons and film stars never let themselves forget your name.
“I must say that you are gutsy.” He said. I thought he was referring to the same interview but he was talking about some articles about the underworld of Mumbai I had written. I did a few more interviews with him. His Dopahar Ka Saamna even serialized my book “Simply Scandalous: Meena Kumari” and a my exposure “Daastan-E-Dilip Kumar.” My friend Sanjay Nirupam was the Executive Editor at that time.

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