"...My grandfather, veteran thespian Prithviraj Kapoor, who was a legend in his own right and acclaimed for his performances in classics such as Alam Ara (1931) and Vidyapati (1937), had wrapped up work on Anand Math (1952), his seventeenth film, and hurried home.
My grandmother, Ramsarni, pushed the men out of the room. When I finally emerged hours later, a robust and rosy-cheeked baby, my relieved and joyous father popped open a bottle of champagne to celebrate the arrival of yet another boy. I could not have asked for a more boisterous or star-studded welcome.
Raj Kapoor’s son.
I am Neetu Kapoor’s husband.
Riddhima and Ranbir Kapoor’s father.
I am Rishi Kapoor.
I was born lucky and stayed lucky...."
('Khullam Khulla: Rishi Kapoor Uncensored', 2017 by Rishi Kapoor and Meena Iyer)
Picture shows few in the crowd spotting Bollywood actor Rishi Kapoor flying over them in a helicopter and are shouting his name.
Picture captures beautifully what was eternal in Mumbai- her glamour manifested mainly through film industry and what was changing- her physical landscape, getting perhaps uglier...."