Ronit Roy married former model and TV actress Neelam Singh on December 25, 2003 in a traditional ceremony. They have two children Aadore and Agastya. He also has another daughter named Ona residing in the US from his previous marriage.
Picture: Seven month old Agastya with Grandmom (Photographed by Ronit's brother Rohit)
Rohit says "That is my mom in our house with Ronit's son, Agastya, who is seven months old. It's interesting that both of Ronit's kids look exactly like me. My wife Manasi says that there is an uncanny resemblance between my baby pictures and theirs. Close friends comment on the resemblance even today. Mine are black and white so theirs end up looking as though they're my pictures, with colour added to them. "
At their wedding
Hindi film villain Ranjeet's daughter chose fashion over films. What's on finds out where you can shop for her corsets and tailored dresses.
PLUS: You can love them, you can hate them, but you can't ignore them brand of resin sandals available at a standalone Crocs store. And one more stylish reason for men to lose their paunch
Father and veteran villain Ranjeet, created drama on 75 mm, daughter Divyanka dreams of evoking a similar reaction from audiences with her garments. "I love entertaining people through my designs," says the chirpy 21-year-old, who is off to Beijing to participate at the Triumph Inspiration Award, a lingerie competition slated for July 31.
A student of Raffles Design Institute, Divyanka's Lady-Ivy lingerie ensemble was chosen from among two dozen entries across India. She now competes with contestants from 31 countries. "The idea behind the lingerie piece was a woman's fascination to drive a man crazy with her beauty. Uma Thurman's character of Poison Ivy from Batman and Robin, was an obvious inspiration since it was all about making men go weak in the knees with one blow of a magical potion," says Divyanka.
The designer may have inherited a dramatic streak from her dad, but it was mother Naazneen who instilled a sense of design. Without any formal training in designing, Naazneen managed to dress up Ranjeet's friends, even co-stars. Shopping online for garments turned curiosity into a solid career, for Divyanka, leaving Ranjeet wondering "Why fashion designing?" For someone who is yet to graduate, Divyanka already finds her name in the credits of Raell Padamsee's play Noises Off, where she's dressed three characters. Her label GigiB is inspired by the 1958 musical starring Audrey Hepburn. "Dad wanted to call me Gigi. But according to shashtras, my name had to begin with a 'D'. But I'm still called Gigi at home."
Sketch of Lady-Ivy creation that won the India round of Triumph Inspiration Award held in Delhi in April this year
Fashion designer Divyanka Bedi with a model wearing her Lady-Ivy creation EOF8
It is a well known fact that Neena Gupta had a brief affair with former West Indian cricketer Vivian Richards, with whom she has a daughter, Masaba. Here is a Picture of Masaba with Mom Neena Gupta. Masaba was born in 1989.
Neena Gupta married Delhi based Vivek Mehra, a chartered accountant working in a commerce firm on July 15, 2008 in the US.
Seen in Picture are: Vivek Mehra, Neena’s daughter Masaba and Neena Gupta, after the Neena-Vivek wedding ceremony
After decades of solitude, actress-director Neena Gupta has finally found marital bliss with Vivek Mehra, a partner at PriceWaterHouse-Coopers. However, Neena's new-found happiness is clouded what with Neena's daughter Masaba refusing to move into Neena's new household. Apparently, 19-year-old Masaba, who's as self-willed as her mother, has made it clear to her mother, in no uncertain terms, that she will not accompany Neena to her stepfather's family home in Delhi. Now begins the real struggle to bring together the two most important people in her life - her daughter and her husband.
Neena, who doesn't have much of a career left in Mumbai, would happily settle down in domestic bliss in Delhi. But Masaba remains her priority and she has made that very clear to her husband.
Speaking on the subject, Neena says, "As much as I am thrilled with the new development in my life, Masaba still remains my priority. She is studying fashion designing in Mumbai and I cannot leave her alone. So I guess I'll be shuttling between Delhi and Mumbai."
What she leaves unspoken is the fact that Neena is completely enamoured by her new role as a wife. "My marriage to Vivek was not a cakewalk. We were seeing each other for six years, before tying the knot as his divorce had to come through first. However, the marriage definitely caught me off-guard. We had gone to the US to attend his nephew's engagement, when he sprang a surprise wedding on me. There was a pundit, a fire, the works," she giggles.
For the first time Neena, who was till now content leading the hermetic life of a single mother, has discovered the joys of living in a large joint family.
She says, "Vivek's family in Delhi brims over with warmth. They have welcomed me with open arms and have made me feel a part of their family in such a short span of time. I just love the hustle-bustle of the ladies in the house and am looking forward to being part of it."
However, Masaba a stubborn young Scorpio is not quite ready to move out of her comfort zone and step into Neena's marital euphoria. Apparently, the sensitive girl is still desirous of reaching out to her biological father, the former West Indian cricketer Vivian Richards.
Speaking on her daughter's father for the first time, Neena confesses, "Yes, Masaba is in touch with Viv. He is her father, after all. Vivek and Masaba are friends. Masaba and I have known Vivek for six years now so there's a great deal of comfort level between us although the relationship between Vivek and Masaba cannot be defined at the moment."
While Masaba comes to terms with the new development in her mother's life, Neena has no choice but to wait it out, and continue to make Mumbai her home-base.
She admits she doesn't have much of a career in Mumbai. She says, "The television channels do not want the air serials that I like to do. And I don't want to do what they're asking. So there's a kind of dead-end in my career on television. The audience still connects with me and Kanwaljeet through my serial Saans. But where is the opportunity to make something like that? But Kanwaljeet and I are being brought into a serial as a couple."
In addition, Neena has two films up for release. She informs, "I play Mithun Chakraborty's wife in Veer and a pivotal role in Aijaz Khan's The White Elephant. I will also be directing a film very soon. The script should be ready in a couple of weeks. I'll play the lead."
Meanwhile, at 49, Neena is playing a different lead in her newly-married life.
- Too old. They extended the casting age into the "20's" (sic; somebody get a proofreader into that casting office), but come on now. Would I really be fresh-faced enough for the sweetest dork in the Marvel universe?
- Not pretty enough. Well, this is Broadway. You should see some of these magnificent bastards.
- Can't sing. Yes so I can sing. It's just that I don't. Ever. Upon threat of injury, even.
- Doesn't know what he's doing. In some things, sure. In a musical? It's like any other specialized field. You jump right in, and the learning curve is going to be terribly steep. Nearly everybody thinks they could be an film actor. Hardly anyone says, "Hey, I know all I need to know about Broadway from watching it."
- Can't dance. Oh I'll act the hell from a good bit of circus or fight choreography. I'll even make picking up a coin feel specific and significant. But a shuffle-ball-change? Next, please.
- Is shaking. And...sweating; profusely. And what is that smell? So scared. So very very scared.
The alarm went off at 5:30 this morning, and I shot up like a rocket. My carefully-chosen t-shirt and my carefully-chosen slacks were donned, followed up by sneakers. It took me longer than usual to get ready, but I blamed the hour and was out the door by 7:30. When I got to Leonard Street, the line hadn't quite gotten to the end of the block. I walked to a nearby bodega, grabbed a large cup of coffee, and took my place at the end of the line. It was a matter of seconds before more people joined the line behind me, and very soon the line snaked back around its first corner. It's been years since I stood in line for an open call, I thought. All this just to sign up for a time-slot. I looked around me, and wasn't surprised to see largely teens and early-twenty-somethings. I was surprised to see some of them be over six feet tall, or rather robust, or whatever other features you wouldn't expect to see on your Peter Parker or your Mary Jane. I did see some older women in line, which was a comfort, until I remembered the high-school principal role was described as older.
Crossword puzzles make for great distraction from an open call wait line, I find. I had a good book and four New York magazine crosswords to keep me from obsessing. It was hard, though, to block out the energy around me. And probably wrong, as far as choices go. Better to absorb and reflect energy than block it, in just about any situation. Maybe it was my nervousness (I doubt but that it was the main), but I was immediately turned off by the conversation around me. Directly in front of me in line was a group of three uber-musical-theatre types and they, like, were clearly very excited to be, like, there and yet somehow, like, better than a lot of the like, people there. They yammered non-stop, alternating between musical-theatre topics and gossiping, and they knew every third person who walked by, and greeted them with a stock phrase: "Oh my God!" Directly in front of them was a sixteen-year-old girl whose father had driven her in from New Jersey for the day. She sat patiently, quietly, in line while he called in regularly to tell her what he had gotten into exploring Chinatown. Behind me, a woman (one of the elder) promptly started making business calls on her Blackberry at 9:00, checking on leases and contracts and spreading little white lies about where she actually was. I tried to block it out, lose time (and thereby anxiety) and remember the damn name of the damn dog in the damn The Thin Man movies. "Asta," by the way.
I soon had reason to be grateful for my surrounding musical-theatre enthusiasts. Their support network had someone ahead in the line, who informed them via cell phone that the auditions would actually be acapella. This was very useful information, as I learned 1) I could stop sweating that the sheet music I had brought would sound as I thought it ought, and 2) I now knew the line wasn't going to just sign up for time slots. They were moving us through FAST. We'd get the name sheet, put down our information, then get ushered in pronto. It was around 10:00 when I got the vicarious news. At approximately 11:15 I was in a tiny room, taking my first breath.
The auditions were being held at The Knitting Factory, a downtown music venue I had visited once before for a reading and concert by Friend Nat. It's a dark and intricate space, with many rooms on different levels and a very rock-n-roll vibe. We were brought inside in a group of about ten, and taken downstairs. On our way we heard singing in various rooms, and passed lines of people waiting to enter one room or another to give up their sixteen bars of enticing magic. They were auditioning in no less than four rooms, simultaneously, and possibly many more. The room I was brought into to wait in line actually had people auditioning at one end, in the open. I was terrified that I was seeing where I would have to audition, in front of everyone. It took me a couple of nerve-steeling minutes to realize that, no, in fact we were in line for a teeny-tiny room with a door. I could hear the people audition on the other side, but it looked private, and the voices were somewhat muffled. Mine would be most of all, because I can't belt like the others waiting for their shot at spandex. Finally, my turn came and I stepped inside with no introduction.
The room was literally about 5x7 feet, and seated in it at a desk was a very pleasant looking woman of nondescript age. "Jeff?" "Yes." "Please step down (there was a lower section in all that space, somehow) and begin." So I stepped down, took a nice, deep breath, and began my pop selection: The theme song from The Greatest American Hero.
Should my choice of song have been reason number 7 that I'm totally wrong for the part, not to mention the entire environment? Perhaps, and perhaps not. Probably. Let me tell you how it went: Awfully. I could look on the bright side, and say it could have gone much worse. It could have. There was a very definite danger of my losing the lyrics in my panic, of my throat drying out completely in the final moments before entering, of hitting all the wrong notes in my adrenaline-fueled state, of my crashing into the door on my way out. None of these things happened, and I feel very fortunate in this regard. In some ways, even accomplished. But I was dreadfully frightened, and moved too quickly, too tensely, and my voice vibrato-ed almost into sharp-toned errors, and in no way did I act the song, I was so nervous. It didn't get a laugh, as was half my hope, either because I was too nervous or my proctor was too busy or a little of both. In a word, it was bad. A bad audition.
I am so proud to have done it. I spend so much time subconsciously defending my professionalism and experience, trying to prove myself a wise investment, an asset, to other people. At 31, I am tired of unfulfilling work, and find myself re-evaluating my choices in almost every pursuit. My life, in unexpected ways, is becoming about taking risks once again, just when it maybe ought to be simmering down to a more-settled form. It was absurd of me to go to the Spider-Man audition for numerous sensible reasons, a waste of time and effort from the perspective of supposed "adult priorities." And I rationalized it in any number of ways, to myself and others. I just want to get my circus-y resume in the door. I thought it'd be funny. I have to find out more about this show. I know it'll make for a good story. But the fact of the matter is, the real reason I subjected myself to it is, I think, that when I was very young indeed, that theme song was my favorite song in the world, and I had all the lyrics memorized. And sometimes, when I feel really good, I feel like I could fly, and when I have the means at hand it drives me to climb things and jump from tall places. Hope is a thing with wings, someone with far less opportunities than I have once wrote. I think sometimes it's the best thing one can do for oneself, to just go ahead and believe, and dream big, because...what the hell? It feels good. And who knows where it might lead?
Believe it or not, I'm walking on air,
I never thought I could feel so free!
Flying away on a wing and a prayer,
Who could it be?
Believe it or not, it's just me.
The day my daughter Kiara was born. My wife and I strongly believe that something happened that day and it led to my becoming an actor of substance. I feel it’s just that I don’t want anyone to tell my daughter that her daddy is a bad actor. I guess that’s when I started taking the craft of acting seriously. Before that I was happy being a star. - Rohit Roy
Rohit Roy Says "Among the pictures I clicked this time, maximum are those of Kiara, my six-year-old daughter. And this was purely spontaneous; I just love clicking her. My wife Manasi has named her Kiara. Kiara means 'pure' in Italian and she's absolutely adorable. I clicked this picture in her bedroom while she was busy playing with her toys"
Film Producer Sajid Nadiadwala is married to Wardha Khan, a former journalist. The couple's first child is a son called Subhan
Now Sajid has become a dad for the second time. His wife Wardha delivered a baby boy on the morning of 24th July, 2008. The new arrival has been named Sufyan.
- My gauntlets shoot razor spires, yo. Erm, yes. You know, they did such a nice job of justifying low-tech uses for the fins on the gloves in the first film, why did they have to do this? It seemed cheap and lame, especially when you consider he's supposed to be good with precision weapons like his little bat-shuriken. Plus: How did those things fire, exactly? The trigger was in his sphincter, or something?
- I have a metal-manipulation technology so confusing, even I don't quite know how it works. His entrance includes using some gadget attached to his arm to bend a rifle muzzle into a crazy straw. This would seem to have limited uses, so they make sure we know it can also cut into and grip a van's metal shell. Way to go, Q...er...I mean, Lucius. Was that developed to help the military with creating inspirational metal sculptures? Batman is much more the type, as he does later in the film, to disassemble the gun; and if you need extra cool he could do it whilst it's still in the perp's hands. As for adhering to the side of an escape van, see above note about previously established uses for the gauntlet fins.
- I am recent American geopolitical policy personified. That may well be, Batman, but must you beat us about the head and shoulders with it? Er. Come to think of it, that's pretty in keeping with this philosophy. My mistake. Pray, continue.
- My cars don't break--they transform into motorcycles. This...was actually really cool. So I'm willing to suspend judgment on feasibility. They did it in such a way that I thought just prior to it, "Dang; how does he get out of that tank if it tanks?" And I'm not a big fan of the whole batcycle idea, even in the comics. But they made it look and work really really cool. So, like I said, I'm willing to forgive. Until I found out they named it the batPod. You think it's hampered by any DRM issues? And finally, the big one:
- I can haz Bat Sonar thru lil phones n' ther ownerz! No. No, you can't. Stop being frickin' stupid, LOLbatz. I really don't understand what this was doing in my movie (oh all right: OUR movie). Appeal to the video-gamers? They liked that effect in Daredevil? Say something about the omniscience of . . .. Nope; just don't get it. They could have brought up the same issues and character development if he had simply tapped all the phones, or maybe strung together their GPS functions in some wild way. I reject the bat sonar completely.
But enough of all that. This movie, in an unbelievable number of ways, was the Batman movie I've been waiting for all my life. It stands on its own, doing its own things with the character arcs, but doing them well and in a way that doesn't betray the spirit of the original. I almost don't know where to begin in my praise for this film, until I remember that it features the Joker and gives birth to Two-Face, arguably two of the best in a really impressive menagerie of rogues. And they do it so well, so new. They seemed to be decidedly eschewing the tormented childhood angle on both, which was great not only for keeping Gotham from becoming a reformed nursery, but also for keeping the origins of the characters in the action of the film. Harvey Dent is a true tragic figure. We can see his flaw from almost the start, and we watch as he changes over the course of two-and-a-half hours. Development! What a concept in a superhero movie!
And then the Joker. Much well-deserved, post-humus praise has gone Heath Ledger's way for this performance, and I speak as a humble -- not to mention humbled -- actor when I say it is entirely deserved. Between the writing and his craft an indelible character has come to life, one that is incredible to watch in action. I read a lot about how the filmmakers chose to avoid his history, to make him more a character defined by his actions than his history, and I thought, "Eh, well, sounds pretty shallow." And it might have been, had it not been for Ledger. I was amazed by the effect, too, of the screenwriting for him. They have him explain his face one horrible way to one person, then a completely different horrible way to another, then he starts on a third to Batman at the climax of the movie, and Batman never lets him finish. Not only does this make Joker a force in his own chaotic right, it makes Batman win on a direct philosophical level. The Joker never gets to the punchline, the Joker never finishes the joke . . . his comic three is interrupted!
Which leads me to another thing I really, really loved about this movie. Remember when you watched The Matrix for the first time, and you couldn't be sure of what to expect, and accompanying all this big-budget bad-ass-ness were some really interesting ideas about the nature of reality and approaches to that? (I could be speaking only for myself here, but I doubt it.) The Dark Knight is the first movie since then to really engage that kind of philosophical wonderment in me while maintaining the same high stakes and power fantasy. As I wrote last week in my pining for this movie, my ideal Batman struggle is with a villain who somehow stands in opposition not only to his politics, but to his philosophy. That idea was taken well in hand and run with. The Joker was an unrepentant anarchist with an argument about the nature of life that he made seem easy to make, and Batman had to really struggle to contend with it. The good resolution of that came through a seemingly miraculous coincidence of human benevolence, reminiscent of a Spider-Man fight sequence (Humanity is essentially good, and we'll prove it!), but Joker gets in his dangling dig, too. "It only takes one small push to send you over the edge."
Which brings us back to Harvey "Two-Face" Dent.
All-in-all, we've got a pretty well-adjusted Batman in these movies. He found peace in the mountains (studying the art of despotism), purpose that overwhelms his trauma -- we are not subjected to a movie full of flashbacks to that fateful night. This is the closest to Frank Miller's Dark Knight we've gotten in films; the vigilantism is his fix against the trauma, and when he's doing it, he's strong. One thing I loved about what Miller did in that graphic novel was to emphasize Batman's belief in Harvey's reformation and, ultimately, his fear over the recognition that Two-Face is Batman gone bad. Whereas the Joker is Batman's polar opposite, essentially, take the judgment away from Batman, and you've got Two-Face: a dual-identity obsessive who metes out justice by his own authority. Even in completely restructuring Two-Face's origin story (moreover, perhaps as a direct result of that) the writers set that up beautifully. Hopefully in the next installment they will continue to adhere to that motivation for him, and not turn him into a petty thief of some sort, obsessed with the number 2. It's the duality that's important, not the digit itself.
Just what can we expect from the third movie in this franchise? Will Harvey be back? Will Joker? Was Lucius Fox written out, or did his little name-cued destruction of the "bat sonar" redeem Wayne in his eyes? Well, I'd guess, but had I guessed at The Dark Knight's content I would have been sorely mistaken. One can hope, though. I hope they continue to learn from audience feedback, as they seemed to for this film. I hope we get to see the revamped Wayne Manor, and with it the completed "batcave." I hope they leave the Joker alone at least one movie, though that they keep him in the background: a joker card appearing here and there. I love that we leave Batman an outlaw once again, and hope they don't turn that around too early. Most of all, I hope they make a totally new and inventive movie that takes its characters seriously. As they've just succeeded in doing.
(Also: Take the batPod; leave the gun gauntlets.)
Update, 7/25/08: The WSJ agrees with my assessment of the politics of Batman: What Bush and Batman Have in Common. Thanks, Nat.
This photograph of Natasha (left), Mumtaz (Center) and Tanya (Right) was taken at IIFA 2008 held at Bangkok.
In honor of MY NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE THE DARK KNIGHT FOR DAYS AND DAYS, I thought I'd finally get around to writing the sequel (heh heh) to this little gem of an entry. I wasn't sure if I'd ever write about this. It's a difficult entry to justify in the ethos of the Aviary (because I've been so dedicated to my mission statement to date) except perhaps to say that: 1 - my doing clown work makes for a very real interest in the sociological implications of any clown identity; B - my early cultural influences have untold ramifications on what I choose to create today; and * - it's BATMAN weekend, people! And I've got to be a part of it!
The Joker makes a great villain for Batman, and the two sum up a very basic human struggle pretty succinctly, so I have to forgive this perpetuation of the coulrophobic phenomenon. Batman is serious, and the events of his life have meaning -- he's a believer. Hell: His whole "superpower" is a character trait, that of determination. And Joker, well, he stands in absolute contrast to that. My favorite characterizations of him never allow him a moment to regret even his own failure. For him, it is all absurd, all pointless. He's not appetite-driven or suppressed, like Gacy, nor a traumatized child who is endlessly acting out his worst fantasies and fears. The story has no significance to the conclusion because, at the end, all our stories end the exact, same, way. If only he could convince Batman of that, maybe then he'd be able to rest. If only the Yorick had survived into Hamlet's story, maybe he could have made everyone see the folly of their ways.
So how do you tell the difference between the jester, who just wants to make fools of us all, and the joker, who wants to make us all corpses? Well, sadly, you can't. That's part of the dread of comedy, and the thrill of death. You just have to take your chances.
Govinda's daughter Narmada is all set to leave for the US to study acting and cinema. The actor-turned-MP has already given his go-ahead to his daughter for a career in acting. But with a pre-condition. He wants her to assist a top filmmaker before she faces the camera.
Says Chi Chi, "She'll have to learn the ropes of cinema from behind the camera. I want her to assist some big directors before facing the camera. She's very close to the Roshans, so Narmada will be assisting Rakesh Roshanji."
Not Govinda's buddy David Dhawan? "I'd love her to assist David. But I don't think Narmada wants to do my kind of acting. I'd like her to be known as a serious actress. Though comedy is very tough, she'll have to deal with that later."
Govinda intends to take his daughter Narmada for a course in mass communications and acting as soon as she recovers from facial surgery. "When her third surgery was to be performed, I wanted to wait since it was a very complicated process. She told me there was no point in waiting. By God's grace, Narmada has now fully recovered. And she's a beautiful 21-year old girl. I'll put her in the same school where both of David Dhawan's sons have gone."
He pauses, and then says emotionally, "When I came into movies, I had no guidance. Narmada has me to hold her hand. She is very keen to become an actress and my wife and I have no intentions of standing in the way of her dreams and aspirations."
Govinda's daughter, Narmada, underwent a third facial surgery yesterday. (She had met with an accident about two-and-a-half years ago)
Yesterday, Govinda's 20-year-old daughter Narmada underwent a major facial surgery in Mumbai. Narmada, with her brother Yashvardhan and mother Sunita, had met with a serious accident in August 2005 when their vehicle collided with a truck on their way to Ajmer Sharif. This was Narmada's third surgery.
When contacted, Govinda confirmed that Narmada had undergone a facial surgery. He spoke to us from the hospital yesterday. He said, "I am in the hospital (name of hospital withheld by request) now. Nammo has just come out of the operation theatre. It was a major surgery and lasted for two-and-half hours. This was her third surgery but thankfully, the last one. She is fit and fine now."
Govinda said that the family knew from day one that Narmada would need at least three surgeries to be completely fine again. "In the very early stages of her recovery, she had some problem eating and drinking. It was a tough time for us, but all's well that ends well. God has been kind."
Not so long ago, there were rumours that she was soon going to make her Bollywood debut. Said Govinda, "Now, Narmada is ready to go to an acting institute. I am sending her to London. I was just waiting for this third and final surgery to get over. I am very happy and relieved now," said Govinda.
Source: Mumbai mirror
Date: 12th July, 2008
Smita Patil's untimely death killed Madhur Bhandarkar's dream of casting the actress in his film. Seeing Smita's son Prateik Babbar recently in a small role in Jaane Tu… Ya Jaane Na, had Bhandarkar so emotionally charged that he has decided to cast Prateik in his film. And though Bhandarkar is tight-lipped about which film Prateik will star in, the word is that Prateik will be playing one of the protagonists in Bhandarkar's upcoming, Jail.
Raj Babbar, Prateik's father had thrown a fit when Prateik had decided to venture into the film industry. But this time around Raj won't mind. Says Bhandarkar confidently, "Rajji was a part my film Corporate and in Fashion he's playing Priyanka Chopra's father. So I don't think he will have any objection to Prateik working with me."
Prateik's grandparents, who have brought up the boy, too are keen on Prateik working with Bhandarkar. "His grandmother called me up about six months ago. I will be more than happy to cast the boy. I always wished I could work with Smita. So in a way I would be fulfilling a dream. Smitaji nahin, toh unka beta hi sahi," adds Bhandarkar.
Of late, Vikram Bhatt has been spotted with his daughter Krishna at various B-Town events. She accompanied the filmmaker to the premiere of Jaane Tu and was also at the coffee table book launch of Vikram's horror flick, 1920. The youngster has also been seen on the sets of the film.
It is learnt that the 14-year-old recently harboured aspirations of being a director. As a result, she has been accompanying her dad to get a feel of showbiz. Says Vikram, "I was 14 when I started with Mukul Anand's Kanoon Kya Karega in 1984. Krishna has done her homework. When anyone says, 'She is too young', she tells me, 'What age did you start, dad?' And that ends any further questions."
Friends post divorce
A student of Jasudben M L School in Khar, Krishna loves to watch movies and go swimming with her father. She stays with her mother Aditi, Vikram's ex-wife.
"Unlike most divorced couples, Aditi and I share cordial relations. In fact, she's the one who tells me to catch up with Krishna if I have been busy and not met her for a while.
And whenever things go wrong between father and daughter, it is Aditi who plays the peacemaker, telling both of us to call a truce. Aditi is okay with Krishna's idea of being a director. The one thing that she does not want Krishna to be is an actress!"
Vikram also points out that he narrates his story ideas and reads scripts to his daughter first. "She's the best person to narrate an idea. You get instant reactions of boredom, joy, horror through her expressions. You can accordingly redraft the script."
The only grouse that Krishna has against her dad is that he makes mostly adult movies. "She can't see them, she tells me," says Vikram who feels that 1920, which releases on September 12, might just get an 'A' certificate too!
Date: 11th July, 2008
Vastavikta is the daughter of the legendary actor Late Mr. Raj Kumar.
She made her debut in films in 2006 with Karan Razdan's supernatural 'Eight Shani', where she played the character of young girl who is born and bought up in London and who looses her parents in an accident.
Vastavika holds a degree in Arts from S.I.T Manhattan, New York.
After finishing her degree course from New York, she took acting lessons under Vidur Sir and attended workshops with Satyadev Dubey and Shernaz Patel. She also learnt jazz under Shiamak Davar and went to Terrence Lewis classes.
Sridevi married film producer Boney Kapoor on June 2, 1996. They have 2 Daughters Jhanvi and Khushi.
Sridevi Says "Jhanavi and Khushi are my life. I have adopted a balanced approach in bringing up them up. I'm neither too strict nor I do pamper them too much. My husband keeps telling me that I am the best mother ever"
In 1984, anil Kapoor married Sunita Kapoor (née Bhambhani) who is a well known jewellery designer. Sunita was a leading print model when she married Anil Kapoor. They have two daughters and a son.
Daugters: Sonam and Rhea