Robert John Christo, popularly known as Bob Christo, was born in 1938 in Sydney, Australia. After completing his civil engineering in Sydney, he took on projects which involved supporting the military supply lines of the South Vietnamese army and working as construction supervisor on the film sets of Apocalypse Now. Led by his instincts, Christo zealously followed one aspiration after another: chasing after a lost spy ship, running an escort service, modelling for African beer, singing in rock concerts and so on.
Bob Christo landed his first film role at the age of sixteen in a German movie, after working as an extra in the Dsseldorf National Theatre, Germany. Hoping to meet Parveen Babi in India, he chanced upon a part in Sanjay Khans Abdullah (1980) and then went on to act in hundreds of Hindi, Telugu, Tamil, Malayalam and Kannada films. In the year 2000 he became a yoga instructor after shifting base from Mumbai to Bangalore, where he passed away on 20 March 2011.
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For Roberto, from the heart
The first time I met Bob, he pulled the door handle off an Ambassador He also galloped full speed on a black stallion right past me and disappearedwith the horseinto a nearby bog; and the first thing we saw emerging was Bobs bald head, followed by a stunned stallion. Bob, of course, was grinning from ear to handsome earnot in the least concerned that he was supposed to have halted in front of me, saluted, dismounted and given me the latest military reportall part of a scene we were shooting for a FrenchTV serial so many, many years ago
Bob then proceeded to borrow my white pants, since his were now a darker shade of pale, and re-did the shot; with me, the commanding officer, waiting for his salute, my lower regions now covered by a towel
This was Bob Christo (for me, Roberto)largest than life, full of adventure and humour and such strength, of the body and soul and heart
And near the very end of his life, Roberto decided to write his book
As only he couldfor no one, absolutely no one, could tell the story of Roberto, except Roberto himself
Marlon Brando, Amitabh Bachchan, Raj Kapoorthese are the level of stars he has shared screen and real time with. For Roberto, nothing could be average
Loves, lusts, longingsthey are all there in vivid, even violent detail in this book. And if you thought Roberto was confined only to Hindi films, read on. Australia, Rhodesia, the Philippines, from the Gulf to Goa, Roberto has blazed his trailfighting, singing, dreaming, loving. He did it all
And the people who star in his story: Bruce Lees guruRoberto was so close to him Ian Smiththe man who tried to keep Rhodesia alive Parveen Babithe siren who lured Bob to Bombay Sanjay Khanthe man who took him under his wing And so many more
Robertos first forays into learning Hindi, and the strange rules of the Hindi film industry His family lifetragedy in Australia, and fitful happiness in Bombay His childrenscattered around the globe, and within Robertos large heart All this and much, much more
Butand this is what I loved about Roberto and his storythis book also deals with the truths of life: loss and sorrow, and the journey of a tough, tough man to find inner peace in a world he always dealt with on his own terms
Bob Christos book is as amazing as the manas complex, as straightforward, as trueand when you read it, you can remember him from one of his wonderful roles, or you can discover him as the mystery he was
Roberto, I tip my hat and my heart to you
You always used to growl, Tom, why dont they give me romantic roles?
The truth is, my friend, your own life was the most romantic role of all.
2011
Tom Alter
Preface
I always liked readingright from childhood, after I had mastered the English and German alphabets. It opened up a different world for me; a world that I did not know yet. I liked fairy tales as a child but later on I began to enjoy stories that were based on facts. My mind used to delve into the depth of the stories that I read, trying to find an answer to why things happened the way they were described. Why didnt they happen in another way? Sometimes I kept on thinking for hours about a story that I had read and variations of them were born in my imagination. During one period of my youth, I used to tell stories to my brothers and my childhood friends during the day; however, one day they persuaded me to continue narrating the stories to them at night. So my brother and I went to borrow some microphones and speakers from a friends father who had a repair shop for radios; these, together with some other equipment, we fixed inside our neighbours childrens bedrooms to finish the stories that I had started to tell them during the day. Now they could lie in their beds, happily listening to my fiction till late at night until they drifted off to sleep.
At school, we were sometimes asked to write essays.The topics were varied; it could be about a sports event or a day out, or about a city or village or a volcano that had erupted not very long ago. We would have to write down every detail that we could remember. Occasionally I received top marks and prizes for outstanding essays. Over the years I kept up the practice; whenever I happened to witness strange events or anything interesting or curious or dangerous, I would make notes of it so I could remember it again later on. I was always observing my surroundings. For instance, once when I was in school in Dsseldorf I spotted a squadron of manoeuvring American military aircraft right above me, quite high. Though there was no sound to tip me off, I saw one aircraft hitting the one next to it while the one that got hit bumped into the fighter aircraft right in front of it. All three aircraft burst into flames immediately and within a few minutes hit the ground. Thanks to my observant nature I had noticed what most others would have missed. I jumped on to my racing cycle to the place where the crashed planes had fallen.
When I told people about some of the interesting things that I got involved in or witnessed, they would challenge me in all seriousness to write a book filled with my adventures and anecdotes and the love and affection that I felt for and got from all the different countries to which I have travelled. They said it would definitely be very successful.