Hrishikesh Mukherjee is unwell. Wish him well.

For someone whose idea of a dream Sunday afternoon has  for long been superb suppina-saaru-sandige and an Amol Palekar film (preferably Gol Maal or Chupke Chupke), the news of Hrishikesh Mukherjee being taken critically ill is not good news at all.

Unlike the fully-toned, totally artificial, US-returned, Porsche-driving geniuses who dot the films of Karan Johar and Aditya Chopra, Hrishida's hero was unapologetically middleclass: the hero actually went to an office to work and the hero actually chased the heroine at the bus-stop and in the local train.

When the Dadasaheb Phalke award was rightly (for a change!) conferred on him a few years ago, Hrishida was asked the difference between films of his era and today's films. Without batting an eyelid, he said most aptly: "In today's films, they say "I" in New Zealand, "Love" in Austria, and "You" in Canada."