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|September 8, 1997||
That's the first thing that strikes you as you are told the tragedy of Sunday, September 7 -- Mukul Anand, the wellknown director, passed away, quietly, of heart failure in Pune.
At 46. At an age too young to die.
The dynamic director of Hum, Agneepath and Khuda Gawah fame, of big dreams, big hits and equally big flops, died in his prime of creativity, survived by wife Anita, daughter Anishka and son Mitlav.
"Mukul was a man who dreamt in superlatives," his friends say, "And the results were always big -- either he had big hits or big flops. The canvas and the scope of his story always remained big. That was his trademark."
Dialogue-writer Inder Raj Anand's nephew, Mukul was not a whizkid who, one fine morning, burst into the film horizon with a super-duper. Rather, he was the antithesis to that -- the guy who had to sweat it out all the way; the guy whom Lady Luck refused to acknowledge till he came of age; the guy who, even after he found favour with the Lady, as occasionally earned a frown from her as the smile...
Starting his career ghost-directing Punjabi, Hindi and Gujarati films (including low-budget remakes like Kanoon Kya Karega and Aitbaar), Mukul entered the big league with Arjun Hingorani's Sultanat. Then there were hits galore -- just as there were those big flops. (And, also, the many, many top ad films in between -- Pepsi, Ruff and Tuff...)
It was right after one of his mega-flops, right after the much-hyped Trimurti (in Subhash Ghai's company) sank like a stone, that Rediff On The NeT first met the director...
MAD. As in crazy, loony, cranky...
Only, here the acronym stood for Mukul Anand Directs. This was the famed director's not-so-famous office in upmarket Worli.
The ground floor was still under construction. That was all right -- Anand had said his office was on the first floor. Ah, there he was, caged in his cabin, discussing last-minute details about the Ruff and Tuff jeans ad.
"Hi, I'm Mukul Anand," he said, as he presented himself to me after a moderate gap.
It was not long after Afghanistan President Najibullah's hanging -- a hanging which was carried out in the same locality where Anand shot Khuda Gawah. On his wall was a reminiscent of it, a framed picture.
Looking at the photograph, he commented, "It is so ironic that Najibullah was hanged in the same spot where we shot the hanging scene in Khuda Gawah..."
The next hour raced by as Anand happily spoke about his Afghan experiences, winding it up by proudly pointing to a medal of honour, presented to him by the late president. It stood handsomely encased in a glass plaque, hanging from his leather chair. We wanted to photograph it, we said, and asked if we could take it to the office. Most people would have refused to part with such a valuable memento, but not Anand, who agreed happily.
Towards the end of our appointment, the conversation turned to Trimurti. After this, what? Does he think he can stage a comeback?
Of course yes. Anand's tone was cool and confident as he talked about his next project, Dus. "I'm going to rectify all my past mistakes, just you wait and see," he says, "Right now we are scripting the film. With Dus, I plan to usher a new way of thinking into commercial movies..."
A few weeks later we met again. The construction on the ground floor was complete. Better still, this time, Anand was really ready to talk.
We were in his in-house studio, a dim-lit room, with sound recording system, an Avid editing set-up and a wall lined with the computers for his designers.
"You know what? I want to put up Dus on the Internet. Once the shooting starts we will create a site where people can debate the Indo-Pak issue," the director said, "Shah Rukh and Salman Khan will play the lead roles, and Lisa Ray will make her entry into films big time. I plan to pull out all the stops!"
A quizzical glance served as my unmouthed question -- like what? -- and set him off into his usual full-throated laugh. "Well, for one, I plan to use the language that is really used!"
A la Bandit Queen?
"Well yes, I mean, for how long can we have the hero saying 'Kutte ke baache, main tujhe mar dalonga ga' (You son of a dog, I'll kill you!) when his wife has been raped and his whole family wiped out? And the love scenes -- this time when the hero kisses the girl he actually will kiss her. I'm tired of this whole hypocrisy of using backshots (shots from behind) and suggesting happenings. Those are more vulgar."
"That looks like a sure-shot way to delay your film with the censors!''
"Oh, we have not finalised it," he said, "I'm not the only one involved. We are a corporate body, and the plan will have to be approved by my partners. But one thing is for sure: with Dus I'm set to undo all my past mistakes. No one will be able to fault its storyline...''
The third time we met, it was the 1996 Channel [V] Music Award, which the Rediff team was covering live on the Net. Anand was there at the function.
"Hey, here to watch the event, huh?" I asked him.
"Not really," he smiled, "I will be presenting some award with Dev Benegal. Just you watch."
I promised him I would do more than that. "We will cover you live," I said, "But could you spare us some time after that?"
"Okay, done," he said, as he moved to his designated seat.
Back at the media centre where the Rediff team keyed in the commentary a little while later, Anand, alluding to my overbearing presence, exclaimed: "Hey, hey, I always thought you were the only one working there!"
My colleagues gave me dirty looks. "We will kill you for this, just you watch out!" they promised me solemnly, "What have you been telling him?"
Anand, meanwhile, was commenting in the Rediff chatroom. Finishing which, he turned to me and, probably catching the anxious look I was throwing my colleagues, laughed throatily.
"Hey, relax, guys!" he said, "You guys were looking so tense, I had to say something -- I was just pulling your legs..."
When we met next, Dus had undergone quite a change -- Shah Rukh was out and Sanjay Dutt in. And Anand had the media in knots, guessing who the heroines were.
So who would they be?
"Wait till next week," he smiled.
"Oh, but we couldn't do that."
But Anand, a master at evasion, was by then altogether on a different track -- Anu Malik.
"You know, earlier Anu Malik used to follow me around singing his compositions. Once he followed me right inside the Taj loo, and started to sing! I looked at him and said, 'Anu, believe me you have the potential to be India's greatest pop star. I'm glad to see he has made a good start..."
"About Dus --" I cut in again. Anand threw up his hands in mock surrender. "Yaar, you won't leave me, will you?"
He proceeded to speak about his film.
The last time Rediff interacted with Anand was soon after Amitabh Bachchan's debacle with Mrityudatta. Anand was keeping a low profile, as he knew the media would hunt him for quotes. We called him up and, predictably, first came the refusal.
"I will not talk about Amitabh," he said.
"So how is Dus going?"
"Dus is going fine, but I will not speak about Amitabh."
"You won't speak to us? "
"Arre yaar, tu marvayega (buddy, you will kill me)," he said, before giving in, "Okay, shoot." And that's when we got down to business...
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