Hindi films hadn’t discovered its plethora of formulas and tropes yet. Everything was an experiment. Both Chandramohan and Motilal had a wide range of parts to choose from, despite having the “image” of a hero and a villain, respectively. If Motilal doled out social and political commentary in the delightful Mr Sampat (1952), Chandramohan delivered a hair-raising performance in Mehboob Khan’s Roti (1942) as a homeless man who turns into a megalomaniac when he comes into a lot of wealth. Audiences were eating out of their hands. But the extravagant living had to take its toll. One day, Chandramohan called Motilal over for a chat. As narrated by journalist Bunny Reuben in his book Follywood Flashback, when Motilal arrived, his friend “was sitting there, alone, and he had a bottle of Vat 69 open in front of him”. He went on talking about what was troubling him, without offering Motilal a single drop to drink. This had never happened before. As the evening drew to a close, Chandrmohan walked with Motilal to the lift, to see him off. As the doors opened, Chandramohan broke down in sobs and hugged his friend. The fact was that the bottle labelled Vat 69 was filled with country liquor. That was all he could afford, and he was too ashamed to offer his friend hooch instead of fine scotch.