Here, on Rediff, is an interview I did with Mani Ratnam.
His workplace, Madras Talkies, is quieter than a library governed by the strictest librarian.
The day I went to see him, I was ushered in to his office and found him at his desk, seated behind his MacBook, no music playing, no phones ringing, no chatter. Everything around him was placid.
When the interview was over, I asked to take a few photos. No pressure there, eh? “But there’s no light!” he said, as it was well past 4pm and the sun had started to fade. “Perhaps outside on the terrace?” I suggested. So, he obliged, slipping on his sandals under the desk before getting up and sliding back the glass door.
Photo shoot over, before I left, I took out a copy of Nayagan that I had bought recently – the Moser Baer edition, the only one I could find at Landmark – and asked if he would sign it. He grimaced as he looked at the orange packaging, saying “Oh, look what they’ve done with the colors.” But, ever graceful, he signed anyway.