It was a day in 2003. I was holding the steering of a Maruti Esteem car which was plying the Santeshivara-Nuggehalli-Bagur road. Seated beside me was S L Bhyrappa, and it was his car. My limbs trembled mildly by the presence of that goliath. I had still not come to terms with that unfamiliar car, and was also wary of the possibility of Bhyrappa reclaiming the steering if he noticed my timorousness. I was not for losing the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of being his chauffeur.

It was two months earlier that I received a telephone call from Lingadevaru Halemane of the Institute of Language Studies, Mysuru, enquiring if I would produce a documentary on Bhyrappa for them. I was delighted, but I spilled my anxiety before him. \"I am game, but would Bhyrappa consent?\"

\"Leave it to me,\" he

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