Why George Harrison Was So Angry With Me In Calcutta In 1976
George Harrison was very angry. I could tell from the look on his face, the way he was glowering at me. His lips were tight, he looked very, very pissed off.
We were standing in the elevator area of the 7th floor of an old apartment building in Calcutta, India. The year was 1976. Behind him was the closed door of the residence where he was staying. In front of us was the trellis door of the old mechanical elevator. We could hear it cranking up slowly from the ground floor, stopping at every floor.
It would take at least five minutes for it to reach us.
I had George Harrison all to myself for five minutes. And I knew there was only one question I wanted to ask him.
It had started as another uneventful morning in the offices of Junior Statesman, the youth magazine where I was a reporter. Around 11 am, I was suddenly summoned to the editor's room. Desmond Doig, an Irishman in his fifties, was probably the youngest soul in this office where no one was over 30. And he was looking very serious this morning, which meant that he could barely contain his excitement.
"Rumor has it," he said melodramatically, "that a certain George Harrison is currently somewhere within this very city. Rumor adds that he may not be here tomorrow. It is whispered that he will be off to the holy city of Varanasi. Your assignment for the day is to track him down, interview him, and thus get the scoop of a lifetime."
And so it started.
By: C Y Gopinath
Source: Huffington Post
