Until a while back, Bollywood’s implied claim of being a pan-national cinema also came from having sedimented a range of stereotyped, ‘Hindi-ised’ tongues for every major Indian region or identity. You had Punjabi, Parsi, Gujarati, Bengali and, of course, “south Indian” as representative flavours offered in Hindi. Then, on occasion, a theatrical warrior from other, no-less spectacular woods would cross the Vindhyas to make the valiant bid—to leave a mark in, if not conquer, this sub-consciously self-proclaimed national space. The accents reversed when it happened, with Hindi being spoken with that ‘south Indian’ lilt rather than the other way round. Memory throws up Rajnikanth’s various supporting roles, Kamalahaasan’s heroic forays and just the few Mohanlal performances. Even Mammootty, the other Malayalam superstar, had made a Bollywood bid back in the ’90s.