Vyajantimala had moved to Delhi by the time I became a journalist but I met her when her son Suchindar Bali was trying to get into films. She bought him a flat and a car and dropped by to meet him whenever she could but refused to call her colleagues for help. “I may have been a superstar in my time but my son has to find his own path/ In show business, nobody can help anybody”. She was right and her son respected that.
I was walking down the Film City makeup room corridor when Lalita Pawar mistaking me for an artist invited me to her cubicle and complained about an irreverent journalist who had come to interview her. “He was distracted and not interested in the answers I was giving, so why had he come to meet me?” I heard her in silence. Lalita Pawar taught me to value my seniors and to listen without interruption.
To be continued