All About Indexing Books

What can enhance the value and utility of a book, especially a Nonfiction book? A good cover, an enticing title, a blistering blurb, a lovely outer cover, or a Bata-price tag of X99 rupees? None of these, methinks. Index, be it subject index or name index, is in my mind the most important enhancer of value. A good index can make you curiouser about the book you are about to buy – and even after you have bought, it makes it worthwhile to ration your time to it in a world of unending attention-grabbers. I have been reading books since third standard, buying books on my own since sixth standard and building up massive collections with moonlighting income from writing and copywriting from my Intermediate. Having seen books galore for a lifetime, I find it puzzling to see why so many book publishers especially in India miss the golden rule of indexing. I can understand why indexing is not worthwhile in Fiction books –who wants to read names you are about to get introduced in racy narrative? But for nonfiction books, Indexing is well in order. And even in case of a memoir or an autobiography, one can introduce a subject index if no name index is desirable in the eyes of the author.

For busy folks and executives who thumb through many titles of professional interest, from architecture to markets, from bitcoins to espionage – an index can be a life-saver besides being a time-saver. Yet, I find that Index is amiss in the multitude of books that are coming out of India, by Indians and by Indian/Global publishers. It tells me that there is some uneasy reluctance or sheer laziness by both the authors and publishers about indexing the books. Let me give some concrete examples of why a good index can ensnare a browser of books at a bookstore to buy the book. Look at some of the books released in Non-fiction category recently. James Crabtree’s “Billionaire Raj”, Monika Halan’s “Let’s Talk Money”, Rasheed Kidwai’s “Ballot: Ten Episodes that have shaped India’s Democracy”. Only one book by James Crabtree carries an Index Page. The book is actually rotten in content, and rubbished by the reviewers but the index page has references to Andhra Pradesh, YS Jagan Mohan Reddy, and an entire chapter on Andhra Industrialists. It becomes easy to cite the book and quote anecdotes and insights from the book when you have an index which runs to half-a-dozen pages. Remember, Index for a book also means respect for reader’s time and hence, professionalism. You may have reasons for not including an index – when you feel the contents are explosive and may lead to a lot of backlash and defamation suits, but those are exceptions like a Lewinsky report or a Rajneesh Chronicle.

Seymour M Hersh, a reporter par excellence just released his book of memoirs. Lovely book but sans Index. On the contrary, a book of memoirs by AnandBazar Patrika’s impeccable reporter Suman Chattopadhyay - “My Date With History” is intricately indexed and makes you want to read fast and furious. What stumps me is that even global imprint publishers like Harper Collins and Penguin skip an Index when it comes to books by Indian writers. Take the case of the riveting book by a career intelligence officer Vikram Sood’s latest book on Insights on Espionage called “The Unending Games”. The book reads like a John Le Carre or Tom Clancy book full of irreverent digs into the world of spies from the Mossads to the KGBs of the world. But alas! No index! Giving an index means not just a big thumbs up to the visibility of the contents of the book but also aspiration to make it a global bestseller – to be lapped up by millions of readers outside the Himalayas. From what little I understand, most times, the decision to have an index page is either that of the author or both the author and the publisher. For the author, the reluctance comes not from shyness to put the referenced names in the Index page, but some contribution that is coming in as royalty from the publishers gets deducted from the author to the extent an Index is done. For example there are professional indexers and indexing software which cost a bomb and unless the author does the job herself or himself, the publisher may think it is an extra line item to the litany of expensing like marketing, promotion events of the book. A typical contribution from the author for indexing the book comes to $1000. So, one understands why there is a reluctance from Indian writers to index their works of non-fiction. But as much as you buy a good index service from professional software, nothing comes closer to having a good one than having the job done by the author herself – because the author (and the publisher) know best what is worth indexing and referencing. Cindex, Sky or Macrex are good index programs but despite that if one doesn’t know what to highlight in a book, even the best of such programs can hamper the credibility of a book, if the index is poorly done. Since I have a lot of publishing friends and writers in my feed, I wanted to highlight this aspect which is grossly under-exploited in the overall marketing and promotion of books. The next time you see a good book of non-fiction, remember to look up if it has an Index page after the acknowledgements page. If the publisher is serious about reaching a global audience for the book, chances are eight out of ten that there is a good index page in the book. Having an Index Page, sells a book. In this age of #hashtags and #keywordsearches. I rest my case.

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Lessons from the Walmart-Flipkart Deal

Walmart's acquisition of Flipkart for $16 billion is the most exciting news for a variety of reasons and means a world for Indian Retail Industry. It is exciting because for a team of co-founders who braved the odds of running an E-Tail startup against all rejections, criticism and hardships for 11 years, this deal is the proof of concept that startups in India can not only succeed or become a unicorn (having valuation above $ 1 Billion) but get scaled upto a level that attracts the attention of the world's best investment bankers and giants like Walmart, Amazon (in the way its been pumping before and after the deal was announced) and Alibaba (who is also eyeing the Indian E-tail space). The deal happened to a company that is yet to enter "teens" but it will fire up the imagination and enthusiasm of millions of young people in India and South Asia to dream big in startups. The deal is also going to make bankers sit up and take notice as many of them are still unable to determine using conventional templates how to value and finance a company having negative EBITDA or higher cash burn rates. There has to be a way for project-financing bankers to participate in growth opportunities without collaterals. On the day of the deal announcement, Flipkart had accumulated losses over Rs.24000 crore (almost $ 4 Billion) but the ones who will make money from this deal will be Softbank (if they exit), Tiger Global, Accel Partners, Tencent Holdings and others who took risks. The deal is going to sizzle up the Investment Landscape too - with Alternative Asset-Class becoming worthy of Investment-grade by UHNWIs and HNWIs. OF course, not every deal will be a runaway success but we are at an inflection point today just as we were when we only had Templeton, UTI and Canbank and Indbank peddling Mutual Fund Schemes. The deal is also going to make all those Billionaires in India wake up to threats of their brick-and-mortar businesses without focusing on areas of impact - Artificial Intelligence-based Algorithms, Supply Chain connectivity, Top-notch managerial talent and Financial Innovation. And finally, the deal is just a scratch on the surface of the $750 Billion Retail Merchandise industry. Walmart is known to upend most of the Retailing oligopolies wherever they set foot and their move here will sure trigger agitations and backlash from existing stakeholders in India's vast Retail order but it is one of the tipping points for a host of reasons as above. There have been enough poison-pill reports by startup commentators in the last few years about whether India is going overboard with obsession over unicorn valuations and startup movements. This deal is an answer to all that fuss over valuations. The next time someone kicks their job to start up a company (even if it is not IT-related) or gets a campus offer from a startup or raising funds via crowdsourcing, respect them and wish them well - there is honor and promise in such risk-taking. Lastly, welcome to the benefits of Flexible thinking. We live in an era where a Tech-averse Warren Buffett has mended ways to invest in potential $ 1 Trillion tech companies like Apple. Follow the cheese, wake up and smell coffee! Congrats Bansals. #FlipkartDeal #WalmartFlipkart

Air Chief Marshall Idris Hasan Latif - A complete life of 95 years!

Air Chief Marshall Mr Idris Hasan Latif is no more. I have been privileged and fortunate to know and handle his finances as far back as in 1996 when I was a greenhorn in Financial Advisory. When I was handpicked to handle him, I shuddered. The first time I met him and his learned wife Madam Bilkees Latif at the bungalow which is now Saakshi TV Headquarters, I was floored by his hospitality, his congeniality and his charms. Wonderful imported tea, foreign cookies and elaborate spreads used to greet me every time I met him. Even though his office was a stone's throw from my office @ Karvy, meeting him meant comprehensive, nerve-wracking preparation and unmissable punctuality. All those meetings steeled my greenhorn ways into becoming Pro at work, very early in my career. Everything from writing out his name to the way you spell had to be spick n span. You put an extra "S" into Hasan or you miss the AIR CHIEF MARSHALL in reference, you get a glare that will shame you. Taught me a lot about professionalism, importance of name as wished to be written by a client, knowledge as a conversational input and the relentless need to be punctual as well as expedient. He kept minutes of the meeting as detailed as I and was cordial but firm in reprimanding on slippages in service. There was one complaint made against me for some shares not being dematerialized for which Karvy was not the registrar. Once again braced me up for pacing my speed of followup and expediency. Mutual Funds were just about to take off those days but somehow I felt despite the frenzy for Morgan Stanley Mutual Fund, I must not give Mr Latif the application and hardsell. I used to tell him, " Your portfolio has the best of the bluechips that is the envy of even fund managers. Don't sell it now. Sell it when you think you won't have time and energy to manage yourself." Neither did I tell him to put money into many of the Fixed Deposits marketed aggressively by Karvy which went kaput later. Mr Latif appreciated my advice and my convictions in simplifying but not over-complicating the portfolio with needless risks and diversifications. His family way back in the nineties itself was a global family - sons and daughters in China, US with foreign citizens as daughter-in-law and sons-in-law. He had the most exquisite artifacts sourced from all over the world from days of travel in Airforce to the days of being a French Ambassador.

His command over languages, English, French, Hindi, Urdu, Persian and bits of Telugu was inspiring. Years later, it inspired me to learn French when I was working for a french bank BNP Paribas almost the same way he taught himself when he moved to Paris. He used to maintain a lovely collection of books most of them coffee table books and inspiring biographies. Some of the less-important ones were kept on the staircases dotting the steps. He maintained pets, mostly cats and dogs and plenty of birds safely protected from the canine creatures in a separate aviary in the backyard of his house. Madam Latif always greeted me to acknowledge my presence and perhaps moved away to do her chores, of which I later gathered were mostly writerly. Her books on cooking and remembrances of things motherly have been iconic best-sellers. Throughout their lives, Mr Latif and Mrs Bilkees Latif were never apart from each other and even to the parties and rendezvous events, they were in it together, mostly seated in the first or primordial row.

Mr Latif was also a raconteur and sharp-witted but never slighted the guest. Those days, I used to drive an LML Vespa. And he had already few cars parked at the front of his house. For all others his guard kept the door closed for business disposed from inside but for me he instructed my Vespa be driven right inside and parked next to his cars. His kindness and goodness bowled me over and taught me that treat everyone with respect and dignity of a human being. What is small today can be large tomorrow. Years later when I met him, he told me he sold all his shares plonked into Mutual Funds and he is quite happy with the returns. He appreciated the thought that I told him that one day Mutual Funds will be as big as shares and until the variety improves, stick to your stocks. We met a couple of times   later after he moved away from that sprawling bungalow on Road No.1 to a place not afar on Road no.2. But I will always admireAir Chief Marshall Mr Idris Hasan Latif for the things he taught me, the way he treated me when I was small and for the opportunity to learn. I wish he ascends to Jannat in peace and happiness from a life so richly lived. One of the privileges of being a Financial Advisor is the free entry pass you get inside the lives of the rich, the famous and the most successful. Air Chief Marshall Latif Sir was all of that. A lot of the ninety five years of his life has a load of lessons. I hope his children will put his life's work in publishing domain.

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Actress Krishna Kumari is no more.

Sad to-  know of actress Krishna Kumari’s passing at age 85. In the history of Telugu Film Industry, Krishna Kumari will remembered as one of the most glamorous heroines in the B&W era making her presence felt in a range of plots from social to folklore to mythologicals. Acting in over 100 films, her strength is in projecting her classical looks into any role which demanded feminine grace, virtues of patience and generosity. What she lacked in versatility of her contemporaries like Savitri and Jamuna, she made up sheerly by her good temperament and immaculate dressing. From NTR to ANR, from Kantha Rao to Krishnam Raju, she was always ready to pair opposite anybody unmindful of her dizzy star power – which even overshadowed her own sister Sowcar Janaki who sprung into films much before her. Winning State Awards was easy for her because of the soberness she carried on screen and one never second-guessed whether she had any mirth off-screen except for those adventurous Janpad films she got paired alongwith Kantha Rao and Rajasree. The twist of history in Tollywood reveals that Krishna Kumari emerged like a dark horse (actually not dark!) when the film industry had an embargo on actress Jamuna after her tiff with NTR. The boycott lasted about five years enough for Krishna Kumari to double down on as many roles, meaty as well as one among the three heroines. Industry heaved a sigh of relief that there is a good alternative to Jamuna. But the gap was short-lived and Jamuna bounced back with her memorable performance in “Gundamma Katha”. Nevertheless, Krishna Kumari created an identity for herself in the South Indian Film Industry with a good mix of pace, initiative and tactfulness. The late NTR was so smitten by her that there is a rumour that both of them wanted to marry but NTR’s wife wouldn’t approve of it. That’s why some of the most romantic hits like “Bandipotu” etc came in that era.

It goes to the credit of Krishna Kumari that her feminine grace and dignified performances ensured that the most magical musical output of the golden era came as lilting songs featuring herself and heroes serenading her. You name any of Krishna Kumari’s films, and scores of melodies and superhit songs count – be it “Vagdaanam”, “Constable Kooturu”, “Kula Gotralu”, “Lakshadikari”, “Bharya Bhartalu”. Women in the 60s and 70s universally identified with her roles and the mesermerising music and the multi-star cast that usually earmarked her films ensured she is enshrined in our memory. She was also keen not to appear older or diseased in her films, a facet that kept her glamor quotient high even if it didn’t aid her career greatly after the nuanced Jamuna staged a comeback and other heroines like B.Saroja Devi, Kanchana, Vanisri etc surfaced. The best part of Krishna Kumari’s life and career is that she kept her dignity throughout, staying closer to her blood sister S.Janaki. Her part in elevating a heroine’s character without qualms and skin show is what is her greatest legacy. Also, if you go through her entire filmography, you may just find very few films like “Sampoorna Ramayanam” where she is seen as aged widow of King Dasaratha. Her obsession with only appearing in fairy tale visuals and happy frames is what makes her the original fruitcake in Tollywood. She reminds me of the Shakespeare quote and I would hence say: Some heroines are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them. Krishna Kumari is a heroine where Tollywood thrust greatness on her.

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"Arjun Reddy" (Telugu Film) premierre on Television

"Arjun Reddy" is finally telecast on Television Premiere yesterday. I dreaded how it will come across on TV because it was rated "A" when it released. Amazon Prime has no qualms about releasing profanity disguised as class wrapped inside a "Cult " film. But TV Premierre had to show a sense of responsibility higher than that. The original version released in theaters had almost eleven censor cuts with few minutes of mute in an unusually long film for a modern-day version of Devadas. I realized that from the day the sensational posters of the film got released that here is a film that is going to rock by catering to the youthful audience, the hostel variety. While I have been reviewing Telugu films, unofficially, since 1991 (while I was still a sophomore), I have never seen so much curiosity raised for a film like "Arjun Reddy" ever for a film review. Many of my kin and kith and fellows on FB have texted in multiple ways to ask me to review the film. I did see the film and followed all the heaps of praise that it garnered but I didn't want to review the film because of many reasons. One of the main reasons is that I wanted the boy to do very well - Vijay Devarakonda - I have interviewed him for Telugu360.com (https://www.telugu360.com/interview-with-vijay-devarakonda/) and have high respect for him for choosing different scripts and carving out a niche for himself in a star-struck tinsel town without any Godfathers.

After completing the full run of a powerful show at the Box Office, and later, winning plaudits at Amazon Prime and finally getting aired on TV yesterday, I thought it makes sense to see the film for what it said and what it stands for. With all due respects to the makers of the film and the crew and the team, I personally feel "Arjun Reddy" is a freakish, once-in-a-lifetime intense account of a love story with a poetic ending. Any other interpretations would make us read more into it than what the director Sandeep Vanga Reddy himself never intended us to see in the first place. The film was aimed only at the youth audience, the go-getter generation who will their lives their way, stray occasionally, fall again and get themselves up even if they lose a phase of life or parts of themselves. There is no message here for the society because the character of Arjun Reddy is so intense and real that the story is told in tell-tale fashion with riveting authenticity of a self-obsessed medico who falls in love with a college junior and later loses her, loses himself to take to drugs, loses his way in home, practices as a surgeon, loses his grandmother - the only other lady who empathized with him, finds his father's affections again, re-spots the love of his life just as he embarks on a holiday, and finally rejoins with her and the unborn baby to lead a happy life - just where it started all over before marriage.
My issues in interpreting the film have got nothing to do with issues of a live-in relationship or consensual sex the hero and the heroine carry on in their lives but the contradictions that abound in the narrative which the director conveniently side-steps while giving us an impression he is honest. Every director dreams of a honest film, if he is not honest about his motives and objectives, what is a director for then? But in this film, the director creates situations and characters which do not lend consistency. Let me come to come to the facts straight away.

The hero is shown to be fiercely independent in the first few minutes and gets punished by the Dean of the medical school. He doesn't see any girl but the only girl he falls in love with, his junior, he goes over-protective about her, dotes on her, ensures her projects are finished on time because a lot of it is done out of his promise to be a Guardian caretaker as promised to the girl's father. And then it becomes consensual relationship. But he never shows any remorse that he has breached the trust given to the girl's father nor disclosed it when he has violated it first time (or every time!). Forget his own ibby-jibbies, he fails to even convince his father to go and talk to the girl's parents at a crucial juncture and mumbles to explain why his "father-in-law" is upset with him. While a decent relationship exists between Arjun's brother and grandmother, both of them fail to rein him in to fall in line with control of emotions and anger and suffering. If the hero is really so attached to the grandmother, the grandmother would have never told him, "All suffering is personal and let him suffer." Neither is she ever in a mood to counsel her grandson, neither is he in a position to ever listen to anybody - a lot of everything that greets the hero is self-inflicted. And a lot of problems that the hero gets in his life are all coming from lack of self-awareness and self-control. When you lack self-awareness, you live like an animal without any sense of good or bad, and then you rely on your instincts which without an overlay of received wisdom or avuncular guidance to rein them in, it leads to more and more disastrous consequences. This is what happened to the hero in the film: in an attempt to create a modern paradox of a Devdas, we see a hysterical control maniac who wants everything his way and doesn't use reason or sage counsel to help him. At a crucial juncture when someone tries to molest his love, he chases down the culprit to assault him into submission but later makes the same offender stand guarantee to ensure no further offenses happen. How bizarre!
Yet another gaping hole is when in an important moment, the hero's friend Ramakrishna is the one who introduces the hero to weed, coke and drugs. However, we find it is the friend who keeps bailing the hero out of trouble most of the times. If your best friend is the one who introduces you to drugs and then bails you out every time you land in trouble, is he your best friend? Which friend will make you lose your marbles and then stand by you each time you try to find your way? Then the hero in a bid to fortify the love of his life makes remarks about others commenting on fat air hostesses but he himself picks a fat girl as a roommate to ring-fence his girl from others' attention. The episodes about his medical practice are another thing and would have led to public outcry had the owner not belled the cat later. Is that a good example to the students again? And admitting to it, would it absolve the breach of trust earlier? All along, the hero plays such a bully in reel life and protects the girl but fails to build self-confidence in the girl so much that she doesn't retaliate at moments when they were about to get separated or she was about to get married. Can communication be so bad and yet the girl walks out on her marriage, to take care of the pregnancy. In another instance, the hero goes home after learning about the grandma's death and lectures to father that life is all about reaction to birth and death 90 per cent of the time and the ten per cent is all about those events of life and death. How silly! Is that all the wisdom the director wants to project about life? Is that the essence of life? Is being available to greeters of death the only thing that matters?

On the whole, I somehow couldn't relish watching the film though I enjoyed the narrative of the film in its full-blooded intensity and staggering length. If more commercial films are attempted with the tell-tale honesty of director Sandeep's approach, we will have more stories to experience immersively. In that sense, make no mistake, Vijay Devarakonda's performance is the performance of the decade, Ramakrishna's characterization is one of the most entertaining ones as a side-kick to the hero, and music by Radhan is one of the most enchanting scores to listen to. But the film has a disturbing straw to its narrative which makes you think which way the boys and the girls can stray into in ways which can affect your peace of mind. The director has done well to highlight a meme that infected the protagonist but it is a dangerous meme. Could any other director attempted this story differently, in more responsible ways? Like Shekhar Kammula or Nandini Reddy or Tharun Bhascker or Indraganti Mohan Krishna? I like to think so. The real test of Sandeep Vanga Reddy's mettle as a director is to immediately make his next film and then we will know whether "Arjun Reddy" is a freak film or the director has managed to shake off the experience of a character like Arjun Reddy in his memory.
Finally, the film grossed over Rs.50 crores in theatrical run and managed to stump everybody's projections. Does that make it a cult classic film? Is it like "Shiva" and "Sholay"? I do not think so. A cult film usually changes the perception of how movies are made by showing a new perspective, taking or style. A classic film is one that is universally acclaimed by all family audiences. A cult classic film is endearing to all family audiences and is clean U rated. "Shiva" was a cult film but not a classic because a section of audiences did not like the degree of violence in the film. But it was neat for all ages. Ditto for "Sholay". "Arjun Reddy" would be a cult film because of the way it let the mind of a director focus with a single-minded narrative of a character as real in flesh and blood as Arjun Reddy who is full of contradictions, surprises and shades of grey - that interval bang, for example of a hero pissing in his pants out of incontinence is a master stroke which no hero would ever dream of attempting. But Tollywood has talked about many cult films in the last two decades and every time a movie was hailed as a cult film, they said the industry is going to change for good. They said it when "Shiva" was released. They said when "Sitaramayya gari Manavaralu" got released. They said it again when "Pratighathana" was released. They said the industry has evolved when the film "Aithe" another cult film got released unleashing a new director Chandrasekhar Yeleti. They said it when "Anand" and later "Happy Days" got released. But cult films only last as long as the next style or signature of a newly-minted director is not yet in sight. But a classic film like a "Mayabazaar" or a "Shankarabharanam" or a "Sagar Sangamam" or "Athadu" or "Mutyla Muggu" they will remain in limelight forever. Unfortunately, "Arjun Reddy" is not a classic film because a. it is not a "U" certificate film and b. it is not a classic film, as simple as that.

I would have rated the film 2.75/5 if I have seen the film first time. And while I feel happy for the boy Vijay who has stormed the bastion of Tollywood (and all the aged and dynastic heroes who are pissing in the pants for the audacity of the new age youth icon Vijay Devarakonda), I hope he selects responsible scripts in future to consolidate his career.

"The Post" (English)

In the twilight years of his career, director Steven Spielberg has been trying to tell different stories in different genres. The latest film "The Post" is quite an exciting story - the story of how rival newspapers tried to pip each other to the post (pun unintended) in publishing "The Pentagon Papers" (the papers which reveal damning confessions about how the American public in particular and the world at large was led to believe that the Vietnam war holocaust was fought without a cause. Playing the key roles in this episode is Meryl Streep as the legendary Katherine Graham, publisher and owner, The Washington Post and Ben Bradlee, the famous editor, The Washington Post. In approximately 115 minutes, Spielberg gives a riveting account of those episodic moments in his typical fluent but linear style of story-telling, though following the same drumbeat routine - a prologue of a war where an element of reporting takes out a chunky box of classified information by subterfuge and the narrative afterwards as to how two of America's most vibrant newspapers, The New York Times and The Washington Post trying to assert each other's snoopy adventures get to the finishing tape by reaching the source. And finally, the brilliant climax where a celebration of the Freedom of the Press ushers in with a dramatic Supreme Court verdict and a lot of maudlin moments for Kat Graham and Ben Bradlee.

On the whole, the movie is absorbing with all the details that Spielberg narratives reconstruct - the excitement of how newspapers worked in the times when nobody else , not even the Television was breaking news by the minute and mobiles and internet were unthinkable and the humongous pressures that newspaper editors and publishers went through during the worst Presidency years that American media has ever seen. The good part is the vividness and the emotionalities retained without too much fussing, aided by persuasive and nuanced performances by Meryl Streep and Tom Hanks. Music by Speilberg's favorite composer John Williams is piercing yet non-invasive - the director and the music composer have shared so many lifetime's work between each other that they don't need to make an effort to fall in sync with each other - once again proved by the output of BGM in the film. The ending is a bit dramatic and formulaic with self-congratulatory glances exchanged by the two protagonists- Streep and Hanks as if they have done iconic expose. All they did was to publish papers and re-interpret history of several presidencies before and during Nixon's tenure  as to the true motives of the Vietnam's war. Spielberg's strengths have been in story-telling but his weaknesses are in ignoring the larger pictures that emerged later on giving some post-script insights.

For instance, more than 3.5 million people were killed in the Vietnam war and over 58,000 American soldiers died during the war leading to devastating economic consequences. No cursory mention of the same is made except just dramatizing the efforts to reach custody of the secret papers. Do those who followed the  war know that those war years are what changed the economic landscape of the world forever- Nixon was forced to abandon the Gold Standard as the dollar took a beating and hyperinflation rose? There were two books written by the protagonists - "Katherine Graham: A Personal History" and "Yours in Truth: A personal portrait of Ben Bradlee" which give exquisite insights into the effects of the War and the fallout on the American economy as well as on the Foreign policy (of which nothing has changed). This being a limited excursion into the adventurist spirit of a noted American publisher, Spielberg can be excused lapses of interpreting the larger unintended consequences of historical blunders but in my view, it is a golden opportunity missed by the director in enhancing the reportage value of the narrative. Was "Platoon" a better film than this on the Vietnam War? Unfair because the anecdotes depicted are totally different but just a food for thought whether Spielberg has the objectivity of an Oliver Sone in re-imagining political potboilers. What we can take home from the film is the general depreciation in values of Press Freedom and an unhealthy uptrend in generating "fake news" and whataboutery. Two golden lines from the film will resonate with everybody who values press as the fourth estate to keep an eternal vigil on democracy: "The principal duty of the press is to safeguard the interests of the governed, not the governors". And "The only way to assert the right to publish is to publish it." A good film to watch if you care about   some of these lofty ideals which are becoming rarer than rare-earth metals. Spielberg could have also used a narrative to mention the episodes which later led Warren Buffett to bite into the shareholding of The Post and later, much later, how Jeff Bezos took hold of the venerable newspaper just as it was about to fold up.

My rating: 3/5

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Anvar Ali Khan - A Legend in Indian Advertising

Anvar Alikhan. One of the most creative brains of Indian Advertising passed away on December 27, 2017. I have known him since the start of my corporate career at Karvy and have bumped into him many times. What endeared anybody to him is his affectionate persona, almost avuncular, which draws out the best in you. Even with those unconventional grey-purple eyeballs, Anvar was always enthusiastic and curious about everything in life and had engaging skills to get the conversations going on and on. The last time I met him was at a book launch party and I remember how inquisitive he was about the roots of the Global Financial Crisis. Coming from an Advertising Man, I was surprised he had such organic understanding of the issues that engulfed the world economy in those gloomy years of 2009-10. He remembered me from my Karvy days as a banker and picked my brains always but we never got down to serious business, which I regret. "Are you ready?", he used to ask me and then I moved on to a new assignment just as yet but he did tell me he was getting ripped off by his bankers. I wanted to maintain a non-financial, intellectual friendship with him though he asked me to come down to his office several times; I valued that to be the greatest price than a banking relationship. And I followed his body of work remotely as well as through his network of friends in Hyderabad, many of them are too close to me.

As a descendent of Jung family of aristocratic muslims, Anvar Alikhan has been an impeccable Ad professional who has combined the essence of his multi-faceted personality to deliver continuous value in media. He was the pillar of strength for Mindset EY before it got acquired by J Walter Thompson Associates and created some of the most memorable campaigns alongwith Santha John. He truly understood the process of creating a brand that lingers on long after you passed the signal where the bill board ran the campaign. Yashoda Hospitals is just one example of the beauty behind Anvar Alikhan's crusades. It started with a simple slogan: "We hope you never need us." Later, the campaign moved on to interesting and innovative best practices at Yashoda Hospitals but the advertising campaign always relied on delectable visuals with a crisp headline - it could be a robotic surgery, or the first lung transplant or new technology to quell kidney stones. Anvar's campaign built it up with visuals even a child can relate to - so the lungs were visualized as a broccholi and the kidney was an image of a cauliflower - stuff like that made his brand-building campaigns both fun and vivid. So many brands of Hyderabad and other cities from across industries - financial services, healthcare, pharma, utilities, entertainment etc were built by his agency with precision and impact. Many of them also won the plaudits - which is rare for an Ad professional. Like David Ogilvy, he knew the DNA of what makes a good brand ever-lasting.

In many informal meetings with him at media events in Hyderabad, I realized that Anvar's child-like curiosity was always building massive pigeon-holes in his mental library about anything. I remember at one of the book launches, three of us including Anvar were in a conversation about the markets and suddenly, he realized the third person was from the defence industry. For the next forty-five minutes, Anvar was thawing out information about the parts that go into a Bombardier jet with annoying details. He told me later that this is something that he is at the drawing board for a new signup and he needs to soak as much information as possible. Again, conversationalism at work but it shows that a master is always at work because insights can come from innocuous banter. He was also a regular at Derek O'Brien's Brand Equity Quiz and won several prizes almost single-handedly. Derek's quizes were not puritan but it helped Anvar's cause that he could work with both sides of the brain effortlessly to zero in on the Quizmaster's answers pronto. The screening of Cannes Awards was another annual do that brought out the gleeful ad enthusiast like a child to partake in a feast of ice-creams.

But did Anvar have life outside advertising? His close friends vouch that he has a richer life outside the Ad world - which is what makes legends tick. And Anvar’s creative juices never ran out of depth. He was an incurable quiz enthusiast that laid the foundation for all the insights and knowledge he acquired over a lifetime in advertising and travelling across the continents. Anvar used to write for the Outlook magazine, commissioned by Vinod Mehta, usually the travelogue page, the backpage; it was wide-ranging like covering a recent trip to Turkey or Lucknow or giving us trivia about some gastronomical delights. Anvar also edited few anthologies on Indian Advertising and Diaries besides writing many informative and encyclopaedic pieces for The Scroll about trivia – it could be about a lesser-known shareholder in Tata Sons who invested in a single share or about the nuances of India’s Biryani dishes or about Rushdie's anonymous years as an Ad executive. Anvar also covered some of the most famous Indians resident in Hyderabad or visiting the city in Channel 6 magazine as part of “Lunch with Anvar Alikhan”. Some of India’s famous fitness gurus, andrologists, chefs, artists and businessmen were profiled in these pieces which were quite a draw while the magazine played out. His writing style had a unique voice and detail-orientation without sounding laborious or pompous – blended anecdotal reportage with a connoisseur’s touch. Could have been crisper but the final reading left an impact - just as the man always did when you met him. He was gentle, convivial and in blithe spirits and curioser about everything around him. He knew the art of reclaiming conversation from anybody as long as he knew there is gold to be mined from the other side. His humor was also subtle and his manner of speaking was not impresario but persuasive. Friends around him never had a dull moment. He was planning a menagerie of bibliophiles and quizzers shortly but his lung infection took him away sooner. Ironically, one of the posts on his Facebook timeline was about an article written by Serish Nanisetti about why feeding pigeons can harm your lungs. These pigeons cost all of us dear because the infection spread from pigeons in his backyard.

Anvar was also at his best when it comes to curating aspects of Hyderabadi heritage, cuisine, or history. The only person who can beat him to it is the legendary Narendra Luther, IMHO. Anvar, truly, is a gifted personality who has enriched our lives and built a body of work that will endure forever – not only in advertising but in his writings, his anthologies and in the twinkle he kindled in many of his associates, mentees, friends and juniors. Not always an inveterate autograph-hunter, I was always going gaga when I spot Anvar in Hyderabad media events. He never missed an opportunity to catch an interesting event and stayed clear of controversies of whatever variety bred from narrow minds. One of my high points was when I discussed the book of memoirs by the legendary copywriter Neil French “Sorry for the Lobsters”. I could see the disappointment in his face when he admitted he hasn’t read it nor knew about it. That’s what happens when two quiz enthusiasts accost each other. Farewell, dear Anvar Alikhan. You will be missed but your legacy of work will inspire many others to lead a life full of multi-disciplinary approach that created value in every sphere you touch.

#AnvarAliKhan

"Agnyaathavaasi" (Telugu Film Review)

There is one inviolable rule in making milestone films. Either beef up the content to match the momentum of the milestone or reduce the hype. In case of "Agnyaathavaasi" starring Pawan Kalyan, Keerthy Suresh, Anu Emmanuel and Khusboo, the director Trivikram failed to give us content that is usually multi-layered and consistent quality. Result: the film is the biggest disappointment in the career of a director who is usually respected for blending meaningful stories with plausible entertainment. In this film, it appears that Trivikram lost his marbles and missed many vital aspects which otherwise make his films very tight and well-knit. At some point when the director introspects where he had gone wrong he will know the answers why the film is a farce wrapped in an absurdity wrapped inside an epic disaster written without much care.

The story may be inspired and masterfully copied from a French film but any flaws evident in "Agnyaathavaasi" (Agn) are dumber and uniquely attributable to Trivikram and his gang of half a dozen Assistant Directors (whose credits roll a the end of the 158 minute ordeal). At every stage of the story development, there are serious gaps and errors. For example, the main plot is about Abhishikt Bhargava (Pawan Kalyan) who is living incognito as a heir apparent to a Billionaire father Govind Bhargava (Bomman Irani) who along with his other son gets killed by the villains. Under the subtle guidance of the surviving mother (or step-mother) Indrani Bhargava, Abhishikt enters the corporate citadel of his family business empire as a personal assistant to find the real killers of his father and sort out issues of CEO succession. Just when you thought the plot is promising, the treatment will be the most bizarre and incomparably illogical.

Trivikram and his think-tank add layers of artificial romance between Abhi and two girls Anu Emmanuel and Keerthy Suresh and build out some of the silliest gaffes and cheap comedy ever attempted by a Superstar which only dilutes the intensity of the original plot. Besides the original plot which could have been a good excursion in corporate espionage thriller like a "Naanna Ku Prematho" or a "Premaku Velaaya Raa" (Remember SV Krishna Reddy's film starring Soundarya, Chakri and Prakash Raj). Instead, we get Pawan Kalyan do all kinds of gymnastics and acrobatics with cheap, inimitable but mostly effeminate mannerisms which make his role itself unjustified. This makes the film a theatre of the absurd where the audience feels they are being taken for a ride by the director with liberty after liberty.

For example, just for the sake of showing variety and spicing the narrative, the opening shot of the hero is in Assam. That's okay. But later, in a crucial flashback we see the billionaire and his associates flee from Africa with the patented vaccine under threat of an MLA. An MLA in Africa instigating people against the company founder? Then comes another plot point which was never justified - why did the billionaire flee in a plane with all associates but abandon Ajay - which lapse leads to serious casualties on the other side? Because of lack of cohesiveness in the basic plot like these instances, the emotional connect between the hero and his mission in life - to nab the killers and ensure CEO succession - goes largely missing. Neither the scenes between Khusboo and Pawan Kalyan nor the fleeting moments that Pawan Kalyan spends with his father, none of these brings out even a tear drop in you or make you pine for justice. While the romance itself appears half-baked, there was never any valid justification for the hero using such violent means for ascending to the top of the company. For the first time, you get a feeling of watching a routine factionist film with urban setting because of the unique ways in which the hero attacks his attackers.

At the outset of the film itself, the hero uses the analogy of a wooden armchair. He says behind the design and creation of even a simple chair so much of destruction of trees and violent carpentry is at work. This is utter nonsense. This so called "Mini-Yuddham" (Mini-war) is applicable to inanimate things or objects, not fellow human beings. If that were so, like ivory, even wood and other materials would have been banned by now. How Trivikram messed up logic here is ridiculous. Not just that, in a crucial scene in flashback, a particular associate Ajay is abandoned by Gautam Bhargava in his flight from Africa when his factory is under siege. There was never a valid reason for abandoning one of the three friends and invite wrath of his kin. Or, you have to infer this is because Gautam may have seen a brotherhood between the MLA and Ajay. Even then, why did the mob sent by MLA lynch Ajay? No idea. Even to that the hero says some sacrifice is inevitable to lay path of employment for several others. It is this ludicrous rationalization of mindless violence that further welds a strong disconnect in the hero's character. Result: nowhere do you feel either exulted or anxious about all the stunts in the film just like there was no emotional quotient in rest of the interplay sequences between the characters.

A few lines here and there by the characters of Rao Ramesh, Murli Sharma and Vennela Kishore give some comic relief though they remind you of the 80s where Rao Gopal Rao and Allu Ramalingaiah played many comic roles in tandem.While the first half passes a shade better than second half, the content and the treatment is highly flippant and unbecoming of the caliber of Trivikram. Instead of building an elaborate drama of wits and scheming of how the hero tames the villains and overcomes attempts to eliminate him, Trivikram's concentration has only been on using the bells and whistles of a corporate drama without doing proper homework. This reminds us of his ignorance in an earlier movie "Jalsa" where in a dialogue he says,"You guys are auctioning everything from water to oxygen to sand." Of course, these are national and economic resources but it is because of them that government is raising resources and building employment. Nothing comes free. Similarly, someone should have told Trivikram that in "Agnyaathavaasi", in all the elaborate machinery built around a listed company and the quest to establish legitimacy of a successor who is in "exile", he forgets that a billion dollar empire listed on the Wall Street has no succession planning via formation of a Trust or a digital will or the works. It is surprising the founder has a plan B of storing in unsafe banks in Eastern Block countries like Bulgaria instead of safe havens like Switzerland and that too in non-digital format. If a will is written and registered, why does it take so much irrational drama to anoint a legal successor - because it is not getting contested? Even the company's headquarters doesn't show one visual which gives an impression that this is a vaccine making company (and whoever told that TB or BCG vaccine makers are billion dollar companies!). No testing equipment, no animal husbandry visuals, no lab chemists. Instead, the campus in which our Prince AB rolls down his sleeves making fun of people and torturing villain suspects with leather belts looks like a cross between Google campus and Mindspace interior - it is funky and too flaky for a vaccine company. I guess the team of Asst Directors advising the director don't know the difference between a Biotech company and a tech company!

Besides the theatre of the absurd that goes on in the name of entertainment, there are gaping holes in every reel as it progresses. For example, a fellow called Koteswar Rao (Raghubabu) keeps harassing lady co-workers for ten years and nothing happens to him. The security muster is so weak that you can use your ID card for two people at a time. The litany of loopholes in the film can actually trigger a Public Interest litigation and it is so depressing that Trivikram has taken so much of crowd-IQ for granted. In addition to these errors of omission and commission, he has given a narrative which confuses the audience as to the location and time while giving a good audio-visual overlay thanks to excellent cinematography by Manikandan and some exceptional BGM by Anirudh. Music by Anirudh is way more re-imagined than the pace of Trivikram's scene interpretation but atleast that made the movie half-watchable - some of the best stringed instrumentation can be experienced in the Re-recording attempted by Anirudh. But do the audience know he is the music director (because as the lackluster titles roll on, instead of naming the music director, it says "An Anirudh musical" - again proof of consistency check missing in the titles). The songs are good on the audio but poor on visual, another reason crowds are walking out as they unfold on screen.

One of the problems the director had is over-complicating the plot by adding so many characters and accommodating so many villains. In the process, the screenplay went berserk without any character getting registered. One of the main villains Aadi is also wasted with just a few dialogues and swashbuckling characterization. That our Telugu heroes are insecure is proved once again whenever such talents are trivialized. Another problem is the verismilitudes - you feel you are watching a condensed filmography of all of Trivikram's past glories - Sampath's investigation as a SIT officer reminds you of "Athadu" but his character disappears after an intense scene that dumbs down the plot for the audience, a number of scenes right from the way the hero manouevres into the company to the climax just sound like a leaf out of "Atharintiki Daaredi", the whole plot seems a modern fable that is a mixture of "Lion King" and "Baahubali" (as far as the preference of step-mother to the step-son goes). Because Trivikram hasn't stuck to the basic knitting as a writer-director and attempted a silly, complicated plot with high-falatin connotations to urban drama, the film has to be the low point in his career. Perhaps his adulation and veneration for the hero has got the better of his directorial capabilities and sensibilities. This is also the most unsuitable film to be released for Sankranti - there is visual grandeur but hardly anything to do with agricultural splendor - intact far removed from it.
For Pawan Kalyan, this is a forgettable silver jubilee film which didn't click. His histrionics and body-language in the film may appeal to the fan who demands more of him but it will not appeal to the viewer - there is too much "I, me and myself" to it in ways similar to what "Mahesh Khaleja" did to Mahesh. His dressing looks monotonous in the film though elegant and his dancing seems better in Koteswar Rao song but his timing looks still way below what we saw of him in "Jalsa" or "AD". Both the heroines look pretty but their scope is not fully explored by the director - and the final message in the film pointing towards bigamy is in bad taste, not expected from a superstar waiting to take another leap of faith in public life. On the whole, "Agnyaathavaasi" is gross and grating - it is as if a lazy but talented writer has attempted a Seenu Vaitla film by re-mixing his own old versions.

Rating: 2.25/5

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Sri R P Trivedi - The Man Whose Balance Sheet was Squeaky Clean

Sri RP Trivedi  (1939-2017)

RP Trivedi. The name that became synonymous with Accounting textbooks for a whole generation of career-seekers in the 80s and 90s is no more. After a brief illness, Mr Trivedi passed away at his home in Barkatpura on November 3, 2017. He was 78 1/2 and survived by his wife and two sons, Pankaj and Manoj. Except as an obit in Hindi Milap, most of the newspapers missed covering one of the most popular Accounting gurus in the undivided state of Andhra Pradesh and easily one of the best-known teachers in the faculty of Commerce. Having known Trivedi uncle and his illustrious family for over three decades, I wanted to illuminate aspects of his exemplary life and contribution to Accountancy subjects for the benefit and nostalgic value of folks who breezed through their degree and professional exams in those times. Though the family believes in keeping low profile, the world must know and acknowledge the scale of a subject legend who devoted all nerve and sinew to furthering the subjects of Accounting.

Mr RP Trivedi's father was a fourth-generation scholar settled in Hyderabad and expert having been enlisted in the Nizam government for looking after the Treasury, so numeracy and bean-counting was always in the genes. Born in 1939, and married to a Hindi Lecturer - Gulab Devi Chand, Mr Trivedi was academically bright - Gold Medallist in M.Com and Gold Medallist in LL.B, so doing CA would have been a walk in the clouds for his academic rigor but the family financial pressures got the better of him. Between the choice of CA and higher academics, he chose teaching and joined Vivek Vardhani College of Commerce where he rose to become the Head of Department, Commerce. Yet, he continued working tirelessly to supplement incomes to support a large family, wife and kids. At one time, he was working in four different teaching assignments, at VV College (Day) and (Eve) and two other colleges. Even the Principalship of the college beckoned him several times but Mr Trivedi politely stayed away from temptations and pressures of an Administrator job. He used to say,"I want to be a teacher and not an Administrator." But touching more lives through teaching was not so easy and that is when he got the idea of starting publications. Pankaj Publications, named after the first-born, was born thus circa 70s.

The idea of low-priced and affordable Accounting text books was a revolution those days for the baccalaureate programs of B.Com course. Students were in duress due to lack of simple textbooks in Accountancy and Cost Accounting that came at high prices then. To navigate the world of accounting, one had to either go to elephant-sized tomes like Shukla and Grewal or try to decode India-relevant theory and problems from the ever-complicated but seminal book - Accountancy by Pickles or that monster of the book called Accountancy by Chakraborty - all of them priced at princely rates. The B.Com syllabus was comprehensive but for students just starting off in Accountancy, there has to be gradation in problem-solving. Mr RP Trivedi sensed that the market was ripe for his style of teaching and easy-to-follow instruction manuals n the form of a book that was simple, handy and yet measured and graded for acing up the tricky subject of accounting. In bringing out a book that meets with all these expectations, it also has to be affordable to a student who is living on pocket money from parents - a situation that Mr RP Trivedi is well familiar with as a student. The first book of Financial Accounting brought out by Pankaj Publications was priced at Rs.1.25. Today, after completing 44 years in existence, the range of publications has expanded and won universal acclaim and adulation of both students and teachers of Accountancy alike. Fundamentals of Accounting, Business Organization, Cost Accounting, Management Accounting, Business Organization, Advanced Corporate Accounting, Business Statistics, Financial Accounting, Advanced Accounting - today, students have now Trivedi-style textbooks covering the entire gamut of core Commerce subjects that still come in editions priced below one hundred rupees.

What started off as a way of imparting easy format accounting textbooks has become a fledgling publications business capturing the top slice of the academic market, sweeping the entire commerce market in the two states of Telangana and Andhra Pradesh and even some states beyond. The other thing that helped airlift teaching of accountancy subjects thanks to Mr RP Trivedi's books was the efficiency factor. The theory part and the problems part were well-graded and sometimes made the textbooks bifurcated or combined as it suited the students, but always strictly as per syllabus, both in English and Telugu. Before his books came, the subject of Accountancy as it was taught in those days was twice longer - because the lecturer had to carry bulky books to the class, first dictate the whole accounting problem in the class which itself took forty-five minutes and solve the problem in the next class! That changed fortunately once the portable books of Mr Trivedi hit the bookshelves making graduates shine brighter and even take to higher pursuits in CA/CMA/CS courses. Ever since, both lecturers and students of Accountancy were literally, on the same page! Pankaj Publications, it is no exaggeration, would be single-handedly responsible for a surge in craze for BCom graduates in the 80s and 90s and must have helped many cross the mental blocks or phobia in accounting. Of course, many who have settled in India and abroad would vouch for the contribution his books played in mastering the subject of Accountancy.

Mr Trivedi's teaching was not didactic. He gave illustrations that stuck on, had concept clarity and yet was highly entertaining. He had a self-deprecating sense of humor and remained humble throughout his life, always respectful of what the other person can teach that he can seek despite his being a nonpareil teacher. He believed in the virtues of integrity, hardwork and bloody hardwork for every course be it B.Com or CA. His methods of study, methodical approach to tackling examination anxiety and diligent note-taking and skillful revision -all these set his teaching apart. Some of the most iconic teachers of professional courses who sprung up in the 80s - Mr Buchi Reddy, Mr Mani, among several others openly acknowledge even today that Mr RP Trivedi was the original guru who inspired them. Several qualified Accountants from the professional courses and even MBAs occupying corner offices today attribute their success to the influences of having worked out the crisp problems in Trivedi textbooks at some point before plunging deep into the subject. As long as you lay your hands upon a Trivedi textbook, Accountancy was accessible and appeared less intimidating than those Sultan Chand and S Chand tomes looking down at you from the higher shelves.

For a person who gave lifelong service to commerce, Mr Trivedi kept the candle of learning burning throughout. Never lost touch with the bulging legislations in Companies Act or shifts from the horizontal format of Financial Statements to the Vertical formats. His legacy of textbooks was equalled by his real legacy, his offspring. Eldest son, Pankaj Trivedi is a qualified CA and a prominent office-bearer in the Hyderabad chapter besides a flourishing practice. His wife, Mrs Mamta Trivedi, a fashion designer and a beautician recently just won the first Mrs India beauty pageant and is well-poised to represent India at the world stage (coming up next). Their children, Preksha and Pravekh are equally luminous in their pursuits. Preksha is pursuing her passions in scriptwriting and has published her first book already. Pravekh, a Maths Olympiad champion all through his teens is preparing for a third-generation career in Accountancy courses like father and uncle.

Of all, the one who is poised to carry on the legacy of Mr RP Trivedi is my good friend and younger brother of Pankaj, Manoj Trivedi. After bagging State 4th in Intermediate, and completing his CA and ICWA courses in merit rankers list, Manoj went on to finish PGDM in IIM Bengaluru and weave a successful career in Satyam Computers before becoming intrapreneurial as a world-class trainer in banking and financial markets with Stratadigm Consulting and now, with a new fintech firm. Of course, throughout his hectic streams at work, Manoj has made copious contributions as a co-author in most of the textbooks brought out by Mr Trivedi - revising them in tune with the changing times. The baton is with Manoj Trivedi, as a worthy successor to to carry on the legacy of publications started by Mr Trivedi.

What a life well-lived by Mr Trivedi! Striving for excellence without expectations of fruits or rewards, for the sake of action only. Creating an institution called Pankaj Publications for outlasting his own mortal self in the subjects of Accountancy. Gifted two generations of loving children and grandchildren who blossomed into fine human beings and finer intellectuals in their own rights. Always smiling, with malice towards no one else and believer in learned optimism, Mr Trivedi has given charity to hundreds of students in his lifetime including taking care of the running of charitable trust unbeknownst to many. Even in his last days, it seems he was learning the nuances of net banking and Debit Card pin usage in order to beat his children to pay up the bills on his own. He never used a vehicle of his own, always preferred to walk, loved his students and mentees as much as he doted on his family and remained low-key but in high energy mode till the last breath - a true Karma Yogi. If you google for Mr RP Trivedi, you may not find many gushing tributes and linked-in recommendations or pen portraits, but you will surely find messages in job sites that recommend browsing through Trivedi textbooks for cracking technical interviews in Accounting. That speaks a lot for a gifted teacher and author who gave new context and simplified approach to a subject of Accountancy first created by Luca Pacioli (Father of Modern Accounting) and inspired many to either master it for an in-demand career or a high-paying teaching job. I wish the family of Trivedis more strength to come out of this phase and emerge stronger.

Post-script by Manoj Trivedi, s/o Shri R P Trivedi:

Dear Sridhar, 

Only a family member could have provided the insights that you have so beautifully captured in your rich homage, and thank you for being a part of our family! 50 plus years of history flashed through in front of my eyes as I read and re-read it again and again, leaving me completely overwhelmed! Thank you seems such a hollow and small word for writing his “mini biography”. On behalf of my mother, brother, sister in law, the children Preksha and Pravek, and the extended Trivedi family, our sincere gratitude for immortalizing the life of #RPTrivedi through this glowing tribute!

My father was a “disruptive” entrepreneur of his times, driven by service motive, a distinguished academician who could find a way to handle different and difficult practical situations through application of simple concepts, a master who towered way above professionals in the understanding of the subject, but at the core, was a simple teacher. One could always learn not only from his books or by attending his classes, but by simply observing or listening to him. He led by example and continued to mentor two generations of teachers, many years after his retirement. He has encouraged and motivated several achievers to pursue their dreams. He was always open to criticism as he believed that it was a great way to improve and even in his last days in the hospital, spent time revising the latest book on Corporate Accounting. He never gave up on learning even days before he breathed his last, discussing with the Doctor about his treatment and its pros and cons.
For people who are unaware but interested, my father was suffering for the last few years, people who interacted with him could not even imagine him being unwell and it was shocking for them to know that he was terminally ill. He always believed in being independent and did not wish to ask for a helping hand under any circumstances. The one thing that rattled him was the thought of people feeling sorry for him due to his age, illness or disability. Such was his fighting spirit that the Doctor treating him described him as a “miracle man defying science”. 

As rightly described by you, his books were an idea that was ruthlessly criticized, grudgingly accepted and then lavishly praised and recklessly replicated over the last 46 years. The idea of a small sized book on Accounting has now been adapted all over the country by various publishers. While he always believed in keeping the price as low as possible so that the poorest of poor can afford it, he did not compromise on the quality and content of the subject. The books were and continue to be handy, convenient, examination oriented, simple with graded problems, but comprehensively cover the subject a notch above the standard expected at the Graduation level. Pankaj Publications, for all its success and market leadership for whatever it is worth, always remained “not for profit” in spirit and will continue to be so, as we remain committed to his vision and values. His are giant sized shoes to fill, and I can only commit my best efforts to carry forward the illustrious legacy.
- Manoj Trivedi
#RPTrivedi #SriRPTrivedi #Accounting #AccountingTeachers #PankajPublications

"Dangal" (Hindi Film Review)/ "Yuddham" (Telugu Dubbed version): Intense and Mesmerising

Good story-telling in cinema  has an enduring appeal for two familiar reasons: it enhances the interest of commoners and it reduces the stress levels of movie-goers bombarded with formulaic messages.  Dangal is proof that unalloyed story-telling, intense and sincere, returns and for that reason alone the makers of the film must take a bow and get a hat-tip from all genuine film-lovers (beyond the undercurrents of controversies). In 161 minutes which escapes your time-keeping, director Nitesh Tiwary gives a captivating presentation that recreates the world of a true-life rural legend who helped bootstrap India’s lopsided sports ways into a medal-winning spree in International Women's Wrestling championships. The legend is Mahavir Singh Phogat whose two daughters Gita and Babita won a total of 29 medals at world-stage wrestling matches. While Aamir Khan plays Mahavir Singh Phogat, two debutantes Fatima Sana Shaikh and Sanya Malhotra play his daughters Gita Phogat and Babita Phogat.

What makes this absorbing film  intense is the numerous pulse points it touches while engaging with a true-to-life portrayal of a National Wrestling Champion’s quest to make  his progeny a worthy gold medal winner at world stage, so what if it is not a boy! From that point, where Mahavir Singh is obsessed with male child, the director aces up the screen with a narrative that tugs at your heart with anger at the society’s male fixation, then calmness when good sense of gender neutrality dawns on the father who takes that his daughters have the basic DNA to make it in Wrestling, and then the elements of struggle, agony, ego conflit with coachand then the final moments of glory. All these pulse points are masterfully punctuated by the director Nitesh Tiwari to give us one of the most fulfilling cinematic experiences of our times.

There are atleast half a dozen moments in the film which get you goosebumps and make you connect with the moments that every patriotic Indian feels in a country woefully short of international medals in non-cricket sports. The resonance is enhanced by resemblance to many moments in recent sport history which highlight something wrong in our culture that doesn’t nurture Olympic medal-winners so easily. You can relate to P.V.Sindhu’s moment of glory on the night before her final Olympics game when all the media says it is okay if she doesn’t win a Gold since silver is assured (and silver is what she gets finally!). Or, to Koneru Hampy, the teenage Chess champion who insisted on keeping her father as her coach and had to face wrath of a lot of people (Doesn’t happen for sure once you take your game above National level!). Or, the high-handed way in which persona non-grata (non-sportspersons) behave when it comes to allocating training budgets. Director takes potshots at all of these gremlins plaguing Indian Sports elusively and matter-of-factly. But in doing so and touching the multiple pulse-points as discussed, there is no dodgy narrative here. The struggles of the father and the daughters and their battles within and the system are well-brought out with pace and gripping narration.

Bolywood has aced up on talking turkey about India’s latest obsession with sportspersons and their quintessential struggles through films like Mary Kom, Bhaag Milka Bhaag, MS Dhoni, Azhar and Chak De. While most of them scored high on adrenalin and dramatization, only Chak De remained subtle while giving an uplift to the game of hockey fighting the odds of women and poor resource allocation to capture attention. There were few Telugu films like Golconda High School (on cricket) and Bheemli Kabaddi which kept the flag high in inspiring youngsters to give a game they like their best shot. Lagaan represented an improbable episode that is unlikely to return ever, even with demonetization as backdrop. Sultan gave a different tilt to another street-side wrestler and the closing moments of the film actually resemble the central thesis of Dangal where a happy love story of Salman and Anushka restarts with the birthing of a girl child who may become the next wrestling champ. But Dangal is different and is going to be the most-talked sports film of recent times. In 161 minutes, the director introduces the sport of wrestling better, makes us familiar with the rules in a way your worldview of the sport changes forever and then sucks us into the pulsations of the sport closer than ever – in the manner it is played at medallion games, not your WWF style or kick-boxing-blend-style. Apart from bringing out the beauty and the maneuvres of wrestling in almost 60 minutes (which is the highest for any sports film), it brings out the magic of bonding between a father and his daughters which changes complexions in its course of evolution.

Peformances-wise, Aamir Khan stands tall. It is a sign of maturity and commitment to craft that Aamir should take up this role which is de-glamorised, sans romance and stunts. He wears obesity with such dignity and class that it doesn't come out as stark. He doesn’t slip even once in his penance-like persistence as a father who sculpts his wards to achieve global glory. The highlight scenes to watch out for Aamir are one, when he goes to drop his daughter at National Sports Academy at the grasp of a national coach; two, when his daughter challenges him with new rules learnt and finally, in the climax when he is all of himself – ALONE. Both the girls Fatima and Sanya have done better, their chemistry with the game and between themselves shows up in the run-up they have had for auditioning in the film. Sanya has had her bright moments even if she tailgates Fatima in the story as Babita to Geeta. Music by Pritham is enthralling and different than what you heard from him in Ae Dil Hai Mushkil. The songs pump you up and the feverishness of the game seeps in with the few songs. Cinematography by Sethu Sriram is many-layered – you need the right mix of close-up shots and long-shots without missing a moment of mist in the eyes of the main characters. In that Sethu sizzles.

What takes away from the film is the treatment of coaching in training sportspersons for Olympian success. The conflict between the father and the coach, warts and all, is left unattended till the end. Perhaps the only emotion left unmilked is that – of an Aamir slapping the National Coach in the end! But that doesn’t take away the main merits of the most entertaining and well-made sports film of this year already surcharged with three or more films of that genre). Go watch it and if you like standing up for the National Anthem like all Indians do, you may enjoy doing it twice for Dangal. Remember this, if you do it spontaneously! Good to see Disney Pictures picking a real winner that every girl child and her father want to see.

My rating: 4/5

The 30th Hyderabad Book Fair - Better and Much-Improved

The 30th edition of Hyderabad Book Fair turned out to be better than some of the previous editions. Perhaps years of critical feedback about the unimaginative organization of the Book Fair has helped. The organizers took better care to do ensure:
a. Better mix of publishers from vernacular and English worlds
b. Restrictive participation of second-hand publishers
c. Wider range of Children’s Books and Recreative material
d. Writer’s Hall which allows free interactivity with authors.
e. One Smaller Enclosed Hall for lecture/workshop besides the usual open hall space
f. Spacious ground with adequate parking, seating and drinking water at every row for elders and kids
g. Good spread of eateries outside to cater to diverse taste buds.
h. Almost every stall is enabled with Paytm/POS machines while some are even accepting old Rs.500 notes. (Having swiped my card or used Paytm at 11 stalls, I found only one shop without either paytm or POS machines and exhausted my cash there but not before exchanging the solitary 2000 note I had in pocket for lots of change).

I go to pick mostly good Telugu books as I practically have unbridled and exclusive access to most of the English titles throughout the year but I did pick up good and out-of-print books by O’Henry, Osho, Hank Moore, John Sutherland,   and of course PG Wodehouse. I noticed almost all newspapers had their stalls except Telangana Today which debuted yesterday. Is that a strategic blunder to miss the much-thronged Book Fair, I wonder.

Scanning 275 plus number of stalls can be daunting and tiring. But this time, it looked like an outing worth it especially given the rich haul of books in English and Telugu. There are some wonderful new stalls for those who want good children’s stories in Telugu from ManchiPustakam - don’t miss it. Four stalls deserve special attention but your tastes may be completely different:

1. Sivananda Supatha Foundation - where I got “Structure of the Universe” and few other rare books out of print for years written by our close relative and Seer Dr.K Sivananda Murty guru.
2. USCEFI - books by Dr.E Ved Vyasa. So many new titles and backlists available now for those who follow his timeless catalogue. My father is an ardent fan of his books.
3. Analpa Communications - One of the most discerning publishers for English books whom I reconnected with after 13 years. The owner Pradeep has worked in publishing houses in London and Delhi before moving back to Hyderabad. His dazzling collection of books is now available as a shop in Sainikpuri.
4. Navodaya Publishing - Some of the best Telugu titles are available here.


Of course, there are many good resellers where you may get some of the best contemporary and rare books you have searched all your life. But do not miss to peep inside National Book Trust and Publications Division publishers - their catalogue never loses lustre nor are they bereft of new arrivals you may want to read.  What are some of the gems I got from the reseller’s booty? A rare book by Osho on Dynamic Meditation, an out-of-print collection of Short Stories curated by the inimitable Punch magazine, a book of essays by Graham Greene titled “Reflections” and another intimate memoir of economic cycles by J.K.Galbraith. Of course, the final haul is bigger than this but I won’t make it a litany. Have a look yourself and go for it.

Meeting authors at Book Fairs  comes easy to me. And I met the caustic social media commentator and writer Mr Vasireddy Venugopal at his stall after many years. He has been publishing some sensational fiction and nonfiction through his stable and himself a successful author on “Gold”. I couldn’t resist the natural question everyone is asking : Will Gold prices crash further? The Guru on Gold gave a guarded answer but finally said, it may not crash below Rs.25,500 per 10 gms. That tip itself is paisa vasool advice for this year’s Book Fair.

The charge for  Hyd Book Fair entry is still stuck at five rupees which seems to be frozen in time by the book fair organizers for almost a decade now. But that is the irony in India - many will come but few will buy. This review is for those few who read and buy books.

"Telangana Today", Hyderabad's Newest English newspaper is here!

A new English newspaper debuting in India is always good news for print journalists, it will create a buzz in the air for some days or weeks until the dust settles down. Hyderabad gets its latest English newspaper - Telangana Today.
Even as a student of journalism way back in 1992, I used to go to ridiculous lengths to read good copy and great journalism. Those days, most of the avuncular English newspapers like The Statesman, The Times of India, Free Press Journal and The Hindustan Times used to arrive in Hyderabad in the afternoon. Hyderabadi readers usually had few choices then - it had to be the venerable The Hindu or the irresistable Deccan Chronicle or the poorly- read but respected Indian Express (even now, I am told its circulation is lesser than the number of new Rs.500 notes!). After the split in Express, we now have The New Indian Express which is the more right-wing in views. Then came a paper - Newstime -which tried to set new standards in English journalism with columns by stalwarts like Kuldeep Nayyar etc. It had a different edit page and op-ed page with long middle that now bears resemblance to The Financial Times, London which still carries 900-word commentaries by redoubtable columnists around the world.
Newstime died out after many years and got mysteriously closed down which I never understood: why the press baron who never lost money in any business did not keep the faith with a newspaper like Newstime? With time, it would have endured as a viable voice for sane minds. Hyderabad also had an eveninger called Citizen's Evening which had seen better days during an era where "breaking news" was unthinkable. An assassination, a curfew, a military coup - these were the reasons to buy that newspaper besides the S.S.C or Intermediate Exam results. For many years, I supported the paper boys who thronged the Khairatabad Cross Roads with my precious small change because I did not like a paper-selling boy to look forlorn after a hard day. That paper shut too.
So were two other newspapers which came with much fanfare - AP Times and Postnoon. Of the two, AP Times ran for a longer tenure with a harvest of best talent handpicked by one Mr Nayar who had his beginnings in Deccan Chronicle and later built Newstime brand. Most of today's veteran journalists hailed from the groups of writers who worked in Hindu,DC, Newstime and APTimes. Postnoon tried to re-set the afternon newspaper reading habit a'la a Mumbai train traveller but despite promising content and glitzy range of coverage, the newspaper folded up - it was one of a Film Star's less-celebrated failures as a business venture. There were a handful of other newspapers which were talked about in the last decade with promise of a grand launch but we never saw them come out. Or some came like The Metro India but failed to fire. The Times of India finally entered Hyderabad as a morning newspaper but quickly lost the intellectual firepower that it once commanded; few pages scintillate but many pages titliate today and most news items still look like advertorials including the trophy pieces on celebrities .The Hans India was the last new newspaper before Telangana Today which came with proper homework. It still reads good with a mix of interesting news and feature articles and rigorous writing - but the readership as evidenced by the quantum of advertising splashed on its pages looks abegging. If there is a zero-sum game in real life, you can see it in action in the English newspapers HERE. Most households in Hyderabad still get either one English or one vernacular newspaper every day - so the battle for that singular choice continues and is usually won by the DC or the Hindu or the Times. Unless your house is a bastion of multiple newspapers ( we get two vernacular, three English newspapers and all but one business newspaper ), there is little room for a second English newspaper in today's world of news apps and in-shorts. Thats the scene in Hyderabad.
But hope never dies for Hyderabadi entrepreneurs and green shoots appear at the turn of every decade. This is good news for those who like to see and nurture alternative viewpoints on local and world affairs. On first impressions, Telangana Today has made right beginnings with a 16 page mainsheet and a tabloid pullout that resembles the DC - which should insinuate whom it is planning to target. The newspaper is off-white, and has an elegant sheriff font with visually-rich appeal. It resembles a mix of DNA, Mint and Hindustan Times . What I liked In TT is the positive spin to most of the news items and the succinct mention of disturbing bits of news. But we have to observe how the content shapes up in the first few months. The attention span of a new reader is shrinking and it will be a test of TT to reconfigure what will set them apart in a city where dislodging decades-old newspapers is not easy. In many ways, this is how most newspapers start off in early days until the news editor succumbs to the cynicism that surrounds us. Whenever I see a bright new newspaper, I remember the old age: The road to hell is paved with good intentions. I hope Telangana Today turns out to be better and make a difference to make our new State come out better than when we inherited it. Good luck to Telangana Today, today and for all tomorrows.
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"Manyam Puli" (Telugu Film Review)/ "Puli Murugan" (Malayalam Film Review)

There were not many films shot in dense reserve forest areas so this one called “Manyam Puli” made us wide-eyed once we saw the last frame of the 141 minutes of a panoramic film rich with spectacular visuals. The film in its original Malayalam version “PuliMurugan” raked in over Rs.100 crores and we thought it is a regular commercial film but it turned out to be a surprise packet of extraordinary visual beauty and effects. The story is not uncommon: Mohanlal is a wood-cutter who lives with his wife Myna (Kamalini Mukherjee) and daughter. His reputation in the village as a tiger-hunter is legendary and every time a man-eating tiger is on prowl, the buck stops at Mohanlal’s doorstep. Mohanlal’s brother is a crucial link in the story who unwittingly pulls in his legendary brother into a vortex of culpable crime that involves criminal conspiracy and drug mafia and extortion – the villain being Jagapathi Babu. There are few other villains thrown in the ring but they make an impact in few scenes and make their exit. What holds the narrative is an astonishing overdrive into the deep-water-falls infested thick jungle where Mohanlal maneuvres people out of the clutches of the tiger. There are atleast five mesmerizing action sequences involving the beast and MOhanlal which builds an excitement and tension into the screen. And few other fights which make you wonder if you are watching one of the magnificent action films of the Samurai variety where sharp weapons fly off the bodies and people are slain in split-second speed. The film has only one song in the first half but the tension is built up gradually with elements of an interval bang, a second half that loosens a bit and a rich pre-climax and climax. Vysakh is the director and Uday Krishna the story writer who create a dazzle of larger-than-life images and thrills – of the kind never seen before. Even earlier films like “Mrugaraju” of Megastar Chiranjeevi appear amateurish in front of the breathtaking scenes with a CGI Tiger and an agile Mohanlal. After lying low with two Telugu films which show him in lesser light, this film is a real treat to Mohanlal fans or anybody who wants to figure out the complete actor’s range of acting skills and screen presence. The risks in the angles of some of the shots make you gasp for breath but Mohanlal pulled it off in style. If not for the story, the treatment and the action sequences make this a worthy joy-ride with family. Music by Gopi Sundar once again elevates the forest moods to peaks. Cinematography by Shajikumar is outstanding. The Telugu version is trimmed by atleast 22 minutes which makes it even more watchable. The ending is predictable but the journey to the end is worth it. Performances by Jagapathi Babu is jaded while all others excel. Kids will freak out on the tiger scenes - something that Indian films have never cared to find out but I don’t get why a man who shoots an endangered species should be hero-worshipped. Such are the ways of Indian films. No wonder we are made to stand up for our sins of watching them by singing the National Anthem in a few days from now. Go for it. But beware of high-grade violence.
My rating: 3.25/5

"Ekkadiki Pothavu Chinna Vaada" (Telugu Film Review)

There is a new whizkid in Tollywood and his name is VI Anand. The film “Ekkadiki Pothaavu Chinnavaada” is one of the most-watchable films of this season. In just under 129 minutes, the film takes you on an exciting story that has an undercurrent of supernatural thrill while giving a four-course menu satiation of your entertainment needs. Of course, the treatment is clean and the narrative crisp. Nikhil is a guy in love who is about to marry his lover but the girl couldn’t make it to the time of wedding at Registrar’s office. What conspires then is a cinematic twist where he is forced to accompany a friend who needs special treatment by some occultists in Kerala who exorcise ghosts. That experience brings sunshine into Nikhil’s life but later turns his life upside down in a series of bizarre twists. And the twists continue until the climax. What really happened to the lover who didn’t turn up? Who is the new love of his life? Whom does he marry? What are the twists in his life? In a spectacular spread doused in quintals of laughter, director Anand blends tension, comedy and cute romantic tracks with Nikhil and three women who enter his life in different ways. The result is a satisfying film which doesn’t leave one boring frame but regales all the way. If the script finds its way into other languages, this must be the most-remade film of the next year in the same fashion as “Chandramukhi” did in the year of its release. If you ignore the clever cinematic liberty the director takes in the ghost exorcism bit in Kerala, the film is fire-brand entertainment yet made in classy style without umbraging anyone. Nikhil must be complimented for selecting another audacious plot with near-perfect execution. If this is what one year of break can do to rev up his career, most aspiring actors should take such breaks instead of bombarding the movie-goers with hackneyed scripts and formulaic plots. Avika Gour shows her class while Hebal Patel oozes glamor even if she has no acting talent. Debutant Nandini Sweta gives a rarified performance. All comedians regale because the script gives wide scope for timing in comedy. Music by Sekhar Chandra uplifts the film to a different level – he has shown more range than what his earlier films with Ramoji Rao proved. Musically, this is the album of the season. A worthy watch to what is going to be the blockbuster of the last part of 2016. Don’t miss it and you can watch it with kids too.

My rating: 3.25/5

"Dear Zindagi" (Hindi Film Review)

The director of “English Vinglish”- Gauri Shinde - is proving to be a film-maker with much evolved sensibilities than her husband R.Balki. In “Dear Zindagi”, she presents a delightful story of a girl who is caught at the crossroads of life and torn between the pulls of her love-life, the struggles to carve out her own identity in career and the stress created by repressed childhood. Alia Bhatt is the twenty-something girl who is undergoing these multiple pangs at the same time and she has help from a psychotherapist Shah Rukh Khan on an unexpectedly overdue trip she makes to Goa – home of her parents. Director Gauri’s strengths are a well-written script, engaging screenplay and a commanding grip on characterization of all the major and minor characters in the film. She makes a point without belaboring the narrative and knows to weave nuances into the main story. All the men in Alia Bhatt’s character breathe fire and passion and so does Shah Rukh Khan who gives a dignified performance even as he takes a backseat in a film of this kind. There is a mathematical precision to his portrayal as Dr Jehnagir Khan and any other person without his aura would have botched the role by lowering the bar of poise and respect that a therapist should have with his patient. Alia Bhatt is of course, the show-stealer. After “Highway” and “Udta Panjab”, this film would pitchfork her as the new Diva of Bollywood - the one on whom long-term bets can be placed – with a fair conviction that she would balance any role. Whether she grooves, hums or shrieks out in anger, her screen presence magnifies her persona better than any million-buck lines written for her. Music by Amit Trivedi dovetails with the scripts of Gauri Shinde – it seems a zone that the composer is comfortable – atypical yet chart-buster variety yet versatile in range. One wonders why many commercial film-makers don’t sign Trivedi on for their scores. I don’t understand why the film got U/A – it deals with a subject that even toddlers can relate to and parents should get beaten about.
My rating: 3.5/5