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Earlier in the story, the writer had asked: "But what could be done when the shadow-warrior became a deviant? Selling cold drinks, selling television sets, selling beauty pageants, the shadow-warrior began to make the man on the white charger look increasingly like a groom on a flea-ridden horse, cadging for dowry."
Four years later, when Amitabh turned 60, Sandipan Deb was at his unsentimental best. "Why do we, as a nation, crave for the presence of the godly in a flesh-and-blood actor whose expertise lies in entertaining us, nothing more, nothing less?... Does the fact that he has human foibles detract from any of his powerful performances?"
