Those days most of the shootings took place indoors, there were very few outdoors.

Papaji died of throat cancer. I took him to Sloane Kettering and we tried everything to save him. The doctors gave him three months to live. He wanted to come back and die in his own house.

My grandfather was a judge and my grandmother wished that my father Prithviraj Kapoor too would study law and become a judge like her husband.

Initially I had thought that only RK films would be shot in my studio but God had something else in mind for me.

I used to work on stage as a child artist. Shammi and Shashi also joined me.

Those days acting was not considered a respectable profession. Only prostitutes and other such lower classes were associated with it.

A woman always has her man, but the man unconsciously leans on his roots, his heritage. He feels like an orphan without his parents.

Shashi loved the theatre like Papaji, while I loved cinema. Shammi struck a happy medium.

I only feel old and tired. And I see RK as a flickering flame. It is up to Daboo, Chintu and Chimpu to keep it burning. It is now up to them.