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Lights Fantastic as Ravi Varman Shows How Emotion Steals the Scene
MUMBAI: If the magic of cinema lies somewhere between light and emotion, Ravi Varman seems to live right in that sliver, a place where morning sun, falling shadows, and sudden inspiration share equal billing. Over an expansive conversation, the cinematographer peeled back the curtain on his craft, revealing the quirks, philosophies, battles, and happy accidents that shape his imagery. And with every anecdote, he proved why filmmakers describe him as “a painter who uses light instead of brushes”.
From the very first moment of the interaction, Varman made it clear that nothing about his visual world is accidental. Even recreating Ramlila’s Haveli lighting that iconic hard sun slicing through dusty windows was not about dramatic flourish but discipline. Early mornings spent observing the way light broke across ageing walls became his personal laboratory. When Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s Ram Leela needed that look, he didn’t imitate it; he simply repeated what he had already trained his eyes to see.
Yet for someone so obsessed with light, he is dismissive of the “good light–bad light” binary. Light, for him, is like breath universal, impartial, constant. It becomes “good” or “bad” only because the human mind labels it so. Every second, he insists, holds a meaningful light if one learns how to look. The cinematographer who has shot epics, period dramas, and romantic fables speaks the way poets speak about the sea with awe, but also with ownership.
Even natural light, he argues, isn’t the unpredictable enemy filmmakers fear. The sun’s inconsistency is, for him, consistency itself. “Inconsistency is a consistency,” he says, almost amused at the contradiction, yet deadly serious. With enough observation and instinct, a filmmaker can make harsh noon and tender dawn coexist in the same world.
But magic doesn’t appear on set by accident, it is engineered. One of Varman’s most revealing anecdotes came from Ram Leela, where Bhansali wanted to shoot a song exclusively in morning and evening light. Twenty-five days were allotted just to chase those two windows. Varman’s solution was practical genius: build an engineered overhead canopy system fitted with movable flaps, controlled remotely, allowing him to soften, open, or block light at will. It took lakhs, iron pillars, engineers, improvisation, and doubt — but it turned an unpredictable outdoor set into a perfectly modulated stage. After that, he says, “India started using these cranes and systems.” He didn’t invent the idea, he insists. He simply brought it home.
Shifts between natural and artificial light, between harshness and glow, come to him instinctively but never without preparation. Before shooting any film, he collects 10 to 15 paintings, and from them, derives the visual compass for the movie. On set, he revisits each frame mentally and checks whether the image he is capturing mirrors the reference he has internalised. He may work with spontaneity, but it is spontaneity constructed on a bedrock of meticulous pre-visualisation.
Even colour something he once avoided became a chapter of reinvention. Early in his career, people called his frames “grey”. At first, he believed he disliked colour. Only later did he realise colour was not the enemy; indifference was. Today, he treats colours as emotional carriers, embracing surreal hues and heightened palettes because, as he puts it simply, “Life is surreal.” If magic can exist in real life, why shouldn’t it exist in the frame?
Despite his reputation for sweeping canvases and lavish films, Varman’s roots lie in small, near-zero-budget movies. His first films cost 7 lakhs and 12 lakhs. He shot them with minimal lights, often with no lights at all, a training ground that still shapes his work on the biggest sets. Even Ponniyin Selvan, a mammoth production, was lit with barely 20 kW because he relied on the studio’s natural sunlight. Blackened pillars, open doors, a few supplementary bulbs simplicity dressed up as grandeur.
What pushes him forward, however, is not scale but challenge. He recalls being battered by high waves during a Tamasha shoot in Croatia, holding a film camera for 45 minutes as everyone else gave up. Imtiaz Ali suggested returning. Varman insisted on shooting. Another time, on a film with Manisha Koirala, he shifted exposure 18 times in a single shot swinging from T2.5 to T22.5 and back while tracking a warplane soaring over a singing protagonist. The face looked seamless, but the background pulsed with changing light. Such risks fascinate him; comfort never does.
His philosophy extends to working with directors as well. Contrary to the industry’s “director–cameraman marriage” metaphor, he prefers respectful independence. He will fight, argue, disagree but only for the frame, never the ego. “I fight for quality, honesty,” he says. He has fought with directors, sometimes daily, but only because the moment demands that stubbornness. He cares nothing for temporary friction; he cares deeply for what remains: “The frame is what will stay. Not me. Not the fight.”
His journey from Kerala shaped him in more ways than one. Kerala’s culture of minimalism, punctuality, and blunt honesty became the bedrock of his discipline. He recalls light men telling directors: “Clip is gone close the shop.” It taught him to work fast, with little equipment, and trust instinct over machinery. “We have only six balls; we must hit six runs,” he says, likening Kerala’s filmmaking grit to a last-over chase.
Cinematographers worldwide inspired him especially Sergey Urusevsky (The Cranes Are Flying) and Néstor Almendros (Days of Heaven) but he admits he still cannot decipher how they achieved their frames with the technology of their time. Their films remain his reset button: whenever he watches a bad film, he revisits those classics to cleanse his palette.
Technology, though, does not intimidate him. He shot Ponniyin Selvan using both film and digital formats, sometimes switching lenses mid-scene cinema scope one moment, spherical the next purely to study differences. Digital, he believes, democratised filmmaking; without it, today’s generation of filmmakers wouldn’t exist. “The format doesn’t matter. The thought matters.”
Artificial intelligence, however, brings different questions not fear. AI is a support tool, he says, a fast reference, not a threat. “AI pretends to be real, but it is unreal. Mind is more important than AI.” He traces the history of painters who feared extinction when the camera arrived, only to become more celebrated later. AI, he insists, will follow the same pattern. Tools don’t eclipse creators; creators redefine tools.
And if there is one emotion that threads through his storytelling, it is humility. Even when talking about heartbreak, as he does while referencing the poignant scene involving the imagined children Rohan and Rohini, he quickly shifts back to craft. For him, art and life fold into each other constantly. The frame is not just an image, it is a lived moment. He doesn’t shoot scenes; he lives inside them.
In the end, that may be Ravi Varman’s secret: he treats light like memory, colour like emotion, exposure like rhythm. He approaches filmmaking not as labour but as meditation relaxed, empty, present. He may be known for grandeur, but his foundation lies in simplicity. The big canvas, the magical light, the monumental sets, they are only extensions of the small boy from Kerala who learned to shoot with no lights, no budget, and no fear.
And in every film, in every frame, the boy is still there chasing the morning light.
Hindi
Remembering Gyan Sahay, the lens behind film, television and advertising
From a puppet rabbit selling poppadums to Hindi cinema, he framed it all.
MUMBAI: There are careers, and then there are canvases. Gyan Sahay, the veteran cinematographer, director, and producer who passed away on 10 March 2026 in Mumbai, had one of the latter. Over several decades in the Indian film and television industry, he turned lenses, lights, and the occasional puppet rabbit into something approaching art.
A graduate of the Film and Television Institute of India (FTII) in Pune, Sahay built his reputation as a director of photography across a career that stretched from the early 1970s all the way to the digital age. He was the kind of craftsman who understood that a well-composed shot is not merely a technical achievement but a quiet act of storytelling.
For most Indians of a certain age, however, Sahay will forever be the man behind the rabbit. His direction of the iconic long-running television commercial for Lijjat Papad, featuring its now-legendary puppet bunny, gave the country one of its most cheerfully persistent advertising images. It was the sort of work that sneaks into the national subconscious and takes up permanent residence.
His big-screen credits as cinematographer include Anokhi Pehchan (1972), Pagli (1974), Pas de Deux (1981), and Hum Farishte Nahin (1988). In 1999, he stepped behind a different kind of camera altogether, making his directorial debut with Sar Ankhon Par, a drama that featured Vikas Bhalla and Shruti Ulfat, with a cameo by Shah Rukh Khan for good measure.
On television, Sahay was particularly prized for his command of multi-camera production setups, a skill that made him a go-to technician for large-scale shows and reality programmes. In an industry that has never been especially patient with complexity, he was the calm hand on the rig.
In later life, Sahay turned teacher. He participated regularly in masterclasses and Digi-Talks, often hosted by organisations such as Bharatiya Chitra Sadhna, sharing hard-won wisdom on cinematography, the comedy of timing in a shot, and the sweeping changes brought by the shift from celluloid to digital. He was also said to have been involved in a project concerning a biographical film on Infosys co-founder N.R. Narayana Murthy.
Tributes from the film industry poured in following the news of his passing, with colleagues remembering him as a senior cameraman who served as a rare bridge between two entirely different eras of Indian cinema. That is, perhaps, the finest thing one can say of any craftsman: he kept up, and he brought others along with him.
