Zee Tv that claims to have the largest library of my films, is bringing back ‘ Shaniwar ki Raat, Amitabh ke saath. And in doing so wishes that I speak a little before each film is broadcast, as an introduction to the making composition and execution of the project. So from 11 am onwards till it became physically impossible for me to continue, I have done the deed - almost 20 films. Some of the most difficult tasks 35-40 years after the project is over is, to be able to remember what transpired where and how. Its like a prolonged interview that lasts non stop for 8-11 hours. But …

Nostalgia has its own little matters and going down this memory lane, a most pleasant journey. We tend to forget what we may have done when it was supposed to have been done.

But nothing changed. As time went by and as the anchor kept narrating moments through his own design, I was pretty tongue tied at the vast amount of knowledge and work that had transpired during these 41 years. Films, stories, locations, incidents, approaches, beginnings and the eventual end after this grueling start. I think it was most enjoyable. Talking about people and colleagues. Incidents little and small that occurred, and how beautifully we remembered them. I cannot remember what I had for dinner last night, but remember how many takes it took me to perform a particular scene, and of that, which take, was the one that should have gone for printing. Why and how does this happen, I haven’t the foggiest.

The entire day has been spent on listening to the debates on Tv of the conviction of Kasab and that how soon we must exercise in our own way, his end. Not just to keep fighting and debating with long and unjustifiable expressions, but to in fact pursue the death sentence and the various connotations that shall follow it. I am no panelist and neither was I ever involved in anything that could lend credence to the debate. Some spoke viciously, some with passion and some with compassion. And it was the latest that worked, compassion. That seemed to be the crux of the debate.

The cry for yellow is getting blinding. And I must indeed succumb to its speed and activity. Take time out, sit down in solitude and reply to each and every one. Correct some fallacies, talk of old times, new times. Accept and move on. Eager to see what they do with the left overs !!

” The man that makes no mistakes usually does not make anything “

I am a believer in the above and of many more in the making.

My love to you - the ‘chiki’s’ were indeed delicious !!

Amitabh Bachchan