His first film, Paanch, never received certification and consequently didn’t get commercial release and his second, Black Friday, was delayed for several years. One can only imagine that he’d be chomping at the bit to subvert that paradigm, to slap the fetishisation out of the silly masses.Īdd to that penchant for subversion, Kashyap’s experience with the Indian censor board. His reaction was telling of the world he, or most directors, must inhabit in their daily lives – exercising god-like dominion on set, but being eviscerated to the sidelines by a glamour-struck public. Ajit and I were equally taken aback that a man with such directorial prowess and cult celebrity would so easily assume such a thing. Anurag, somewhat wrong-footed, asked us to wait till she was done taking her other picture, assuming instinctively that our business was primarily with her. His actress-companion was busy posing with a muscular looking lad, a few steps away. My friend Ajit and I, excited at seeing Kashyap so accessible, managed to go up to him for a picture.
As they walked around, courageous members of the crowd would approach them for a quick selfie, a request the pair were happily indulging. This was May 2015, and they were both catching a moment after her performance in a play at Kamani, a few hours earlier that evening. He in a blue-and-white striped polo shirt and khakis, her in an off-white summer dress. Anurag Kashyap was in Hauz Khas Village in New Delhi, strolling around fairly nonchalantly, though keeping a wary eye on the smallish crowd milling around him and his companion, a famous actress.
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