My father was a poet philosopher. I came to Mumbai with two targets. One was to be a hero, the other was to make 3 lakh rupees, 1 lakh each for my two parents and 1 lakh for my siblings. When I had left home in Delhi in 1956 to come to Mumbai to become a hero, my father gave me a letter. In that letter, he said, ‘My blood can never commit blunders, only mistakes’. I made mistakes in my career. But not blunders.