- Hardcover: 352 pages
- Publisher: Penguin Books Ltd; First Edition edition (9 January 2017)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 067008753X
- ISBN-13: 978-0670087532
- Product Dimensions: 16.8 x 2.5 x 24.4 cm
- Average Customer Review: 443 customer reviews
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It was the year of 1998 when we were introduced to the work of Karan Johar for the first time. Kuch Kuch Hota Hai became an instant blockbuster by making a place in the heart of all - young or old. It was fresh way of presenting Cinema. I fell in love with K2H2 immediately. It was a beautiful movie- full of excitement, fun, love and emotions coupled with fantastic music. --By Puneet Gautam on 23 January 2017
Loved it.. am big fan of Bollywood industrie. More than that I loved this book for kj's view about his own life , other people, situations and how he overcame tough situations in life. Very motivating and everything in this book has covered all the small things we would like to know and read, more than that he has shown all the guts to write the truth without hurting anyone in the industry. --By Sabah Hameed on 31 January 2017
So well written... If u are looking for voyeurism it's not the correct book.. There is, thankfully no gossip.. Nothing that you are as a regular reader not aware of.. What the book does do is give you an insight into a mindset of a person, and how he became what he is today. The ups and downs of his career.. His beliefs and ideology... It's a great read. It felt almost like a narrative.. And it's wonderful how u can connect bits of yourself with what he went through and how he does what he does. Nicely done! --By Sophia Rahim on 28 January 2017
About the Author
Karan Johar is one of the leading directors, producers and writers in the Hindi film industry. He is the son of a much-respected film producer Yash Johar, who set up Dharma Productions.
From the Publisher
Life in the Spotlight:
Behind the Camera.
At Home with Mom.
Behind the Scene: Aye Dil Aye Mushkil.
With Sharukh and Rani.
Shooting at Blue Water Mall.
In conversation with Yash Uncle.
The Death of My Father
In a sense, it was like our whole world had fallen apart. We were a strong unit of three and it was like one-third of it, the epicentre of that unit, was crumbling. Actually, the enormity of the situation didn’t hit us at that moment.
But that night, when I went to Shah Rukh’s room - he was very, very, very close to my father - it really hit me like a ton of bricks. Farah Khan was there too. I told Shah Rukh. He broke down. Then I realised the reality of what was happening, because he wept like a baby. He held his stomach, and he just wept and wept, as if from his core.
He cried and said, ‘I’ve lost one father, I can’t lose another.’
He just kept saying that because he used to treat my father like his own. He used to call him ‘Tom uncle’, you know, with affection. I was so shocked at his reaction; I had gone numb. I couldn’t find the tears, because I couldn’t believe it. We were in an outdoor location, we were shooting a film, and my father was diagnosed with cancer in New York… What was going on?
I had to give my father the right send-off. My father was an Arya Samaji, so he had already told me: ‘When I go, I want the electric crematorium, and I don’t want any fuss.’
What he’d said was in my head. Amit uncle, who’s a very traditional man, asked me, ‘Are you sure?’
I said, ‘Yes, my father asked for it.’
He had wanted it and I wanted to do exactly what he had wanted. Of course, I knew that his ashes had to go to Haridwar, because the entire Johar family has records there, for centuries. But everything was a blur. The only time I think I was really, genuinely aware, was when his body came to the house and there was a fly that was buzzing around.
Then we went to the electric crematorium. We didn’t take my mother because she couldn’t have borne it. People kept saying that women didn’t go to funerals, but I just didn’t want my mother to be there.
I will never be able to do an electric cremation of anyone I love, because it’s like putting somebody into an oven. Putting my father into that oven, the sliding in and sliding out, the insensitivity of that ritual just broke me into a million pieces. I sank to the ground and wept. I kept saying, ‘He can’t go into an oven and come back out like that. That cannot be the end of my father. It cannot be the end of such a life. One of the nicest people in this world cannot just go into a tray and come out like this.’ That was what really broke me, and I kept thinking, is this what life is all about? That you live, you put so much of your heart and soul into your work and other people’s lives and relationships; you create this equity that is outstandingly powerful and earnest and sincere, and you amount to this? This is what happens to you in the end?
When you have a funeral pyre, there is something pious about it, but this electric cremation—I kept saying, ‘No, this cannot be, you have to come back. You have to come back and say you’re more worthy than what just happened. No, you can’t go.’
That’s what happens when lives go, you cannot believe it. Death is such a finality. In the end, you just amount to dust. Bones and dust. Spiritually, you go into a realm, to a soul space, but that’s not something that was visible to me. My father was finally dead and gone, and I had to deal with it with all the strength that I had built up in those ten months. That shield I had worn to protect my mother and myself had just crumbled. It just fell apart.
I remember coming back to the house, and there were people I had to meet, but I just went into my room. There was a tiny closet there. I went inside, closed the door, sat down and wept. I just wept and wept. I think it’s the last time I’ve ever cried like that. People were banging on the door outside, but I said, ‘Leave me alone, please give me twenty minutes. I don’t want to meet anybody.’ It was like a shriek. I was clutching my stomach tightly. I just couldn’t believe what had happened. I don’t think his death made me feel like that; but that ritual, that electric cremation, just broke my heart. It made me realize that it can be so trivial, the end, you know. It can amount to absolutely nothing.
Eventually, I stepped out and went to Mum.
It’s been over ten years now, but she’s just degenerated, she’s an emotional mess. She’s always shaking and vulnerable. Her health has taken a turn for the worse in the last decade. She’s never been able to get over it. I always say that when you get a marriage right, the loss of a spouse can be much worse than the loss of a parent. You get over the death of a parent, but you cannot get the death of a spouse out of your life.
It’s so strange how marriage today has taken such a beating as an institution. But that generation got it right, my parents became each other’s soulmates, companions, each other’s strength, support, everything. I really feel that my mother is half of herself today, because she feels she’s lost a part of herself with my father. A big part of her spirit died when my father died. Her zest for life, her excitement for things… I don’t think I can ever repair that, because for me to repair that, I would have to get my father back. And that is not a possibility. So I think I lost two parents on that day. I lost my father’s body and I lost my mother’s spirit.
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His passion leapt off the page. The prose was not fantastic, but the book was filled with clarity of thought and a crystal clear memory for dates and incidents. As a single woman approaching her 40s, I found myself sharing his worldview
“When you’re single, unattached, all you do is hear about other people’s love stories, traumas, problems, and all the nonsense that goes on in a relationship.”
I thought to myself…there’s something so fundamentally relatable and middle class about this guy although he is probably one of the richest in the country.
He quickly laid that to rest when he shared an anecdote where he ordered three costume changes for a beggar and recounted tales of how he used to read old issues of Harper’s Bazaar as a child.
He talks about how his dad was one of the most loved people in the film fraternity and of his financial troubles, how both his parents discouraged him from the film business, how the industry was different those days to producers, the important role SRK, Aditya Chopra and Kajol have played in his life, how those relationships developed, his childhood friends, his business partnerships and the business ventures Dharma productions is involved in.
His story is simply told and he has revealed his vulnerabilities, which is not easy for a celebrity of his stature to do. This book is a must-read for creative folk and ad agency guys.
But these minor gripes aside Johar opens up world in front of us,caricatures we see walking around and posing in front of camera introduce themselves as real people here,book read feels as if we are reading someone's personal diary its that intimate and honest and also self reverential to some degree.
Good read nonetheless.
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But all in all a good read.
Giving an insight into his life as well as the way Bollywood works
Lovely pictures too
I loved Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham. I can watch it a hundred times and cry each time. But am not a fan of all KJ's work.Read more
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