Sometimes I cry out in pain and ask God, when there is very little hope left, because I have always believed in God as my last hope. I cry out to my God and ask Him why he lets some of His best men and women who place all their hope, trust and faith in him suffer so much anguish, agony, so much pain and misery in their lives

I have come across good men and women of God who have followed every order of God, sent up all kinds of prayers, mouthed all kinds of mantras, counted all colors of beads, visited all places of pilgrimage to find what they need to live this life the right way to lead them to what they believe is their way to their ultimate goal, their God. I have seen a man like Ramanathan Sir, a man who is more pious than all those who have made piety a kind of business, a way of life. A man who has never taken a step in his life without putting his entire trust in his prayers to God, prayers offered morning, afternoon, evening and night. And look at what happens to this God's good and anointed man, I can vouch for him, a man Amitabh Bachchan calls Ramanathan Sir. He started a film called Zamaanat with Amitabh Bachchan who he gave his first major break in Bombay to Goa which led him to get his role in Zanjeer after which he never had to look back. Ramanathan Sir, the chosen one of God started the film with Amitabh Bachchan, the then superstar of the South Vijaya Shanti, a newborn star called Arshad Warsi and Karishma Kapoor and hoped to complete the film within a year. It is 11 years now, Oh my God, and Ramanathan Sir and his film are both in no mans land. The world has changed, people have changed, situations and circumstances have changed but Ramanathan Sir and Zaamanat have still to be bailed out. He who has made some of the biggest films with some of the greatest stars from both the South and from Mumbai has been facing one crisis after another. So many release dates have been announced, so many hoardings have gone up, so many expectations have been aroused and then something goes wrong and the film goes back to where it is, in no mans land. It is difficult for someone like me to believe why such a thing can happen to a man who has made mountains move in an industry where it is difficult to even make a move. That is why I find it difficult even to face the once so mighty man called Ramanathan Sir, a man before whom all the big stars bowed before the moon. It is this difficulty to face this man of God which makes me cry out again when he is sick and is almost losing hope. Why should a man like Ramanathan Sir who as I know has done only all that is good in the eyes of God suffer so much, a question which sometimes defies my belief in the benevolence and the mercy of God.