Ray obsessed about the tiniest detail. A sceptic of the time had grudgingly admitted: ‘How did a city boy know that when a frog dies, it floats on its back?’
Ray chose his stories with the dexterity of a jeweller picking his diamonds. And he was far from naïve on politics
Satyajit Ray never touched alcohol, and listened to a sonata by Beethoven on his turntable gramophone at breakfast. What else could possibly be required for the biodata of a Calcutta god?
But you could always trust Satyajit Ray to say what he meant. His opinions were sharp, to the point
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