It was 2014. I was working for a digital agency. Rupa Publications, poor souls, signed me on to write a book on Cult Films. Little did they know what they were in for. Four years later, now the book is ready to unleash itself on my unsuspecting countrymen. If you are one of those handful film buffs that know me, I can already see you smirking. Anywho, the book is called “In a Cult of their Own: Bollywood Beyond Box Office”. It covers some 20 odd films that the egotistical writer considers as Cult. In the first few months, it was obvious that the book had taken a life of its own, bagging interviews from the likes of Naseeruddin Shah, Aamir Khan, Deepti Naval, Pankaj Kapur, Rajkumar Santoshi, Mansoor Khan, Tinnu Anand, Sai Paranjpye, Aditya Bhattacharya, Nuzhat Khan, Rakesh Bedi and so on.
As usual, the list seemed to be painfully incomplete and two profiles were added, paying indulgent tributes to names such as Joginder Shelly and Ramsay Brothers. Without them any book or essay on cult films will seem like an empty earthen pot, dry and barren. But the screams of the films that were left out, had reached a deafening pitch. So, an ‘also-ran’ list was also added.