In 1990 I launched a new magazine called ‘g’ and the publisher hosted a lavish party to celebrate our premier issue. Everyone in the film fraternity was present at the occasion but my old pal Neetu was unable to attend because one of the kids, Riddhima or Ranbir was unwell at that time. Neetu felt terrible about letting me down on my important day and made sure to send Rishi Kapoor for the party. He arrived suited-booted carrying a bunch of red roses for me and that day I had no option but to strike a long conversation with him.
Months multiplied into years and Rishi Kapoor and I slowly but steadily were building a new foundation to our relationship that included some smiles, some handshakes, some arguments, and very seldom some praises as well. Neetu was amused by our new bonding and encouraged us to spend more time together but the fun was when we were all together because then Neetu and I were a team and he was the opposition. I have many memories of such afternoons and evenings.
In the meantime, Neetu was blossoming in all her roles – as a wife, mother and bahu of RK khandaan, I often bumped into her at social and professional events and no matter how many people surrounded us, we always had time to discuss her favorite topic, Chotte Sarkar Rishi Kapoor.
To be continued…