Sanjay Dutt’s adult life has been a succession of troughs and crests: early success in films, loss of his beloved mother, a terrible descent into drug abuse, recovery and reestablishment of his career, an ill-advised alliance and imprisonment, followed by a remarkable late surge in popularity. Inevitably, another seemingly bottomless gorge reveals itself in the form of the emperor of maladies. In the midst of treatment at a Mumbai hospital, Sanju gave the customary lavish ganesh Chaturthi celebrations a miss, opting instead for a simple, homely ceremony with the rock on which his grizzled, stocky self leans—wife Manyata. Can the Siddhivinayak be immune to the ardent supplication in those eyes?
