It was one of the nicest days of my life. As I entered the stately, quaint building ofthe Nizam club, I saw an elderly gentleman in dhoti and white kurta peering over thenotice-board of the club. I instinctively knew that this was the man I was going to dinewith—the renowned film director K.B. Tilak. I’d heard a lot about him, but nevergot a chance to meet him.