What a delightful read this was! Like the photojournalist that he was, he brings the fly-on-the-wall perspective to most things. There are those characters he met and interacted with - Sir MV, C.V. Raman, Satyajit Ray, the RK brothers (Narayan and Laxman, the latter also his classmate), BKS Iyengar, the Wadiyars. There is the city of Mysore, so small-town despite its glory that he grew up saying hello to the King as he rode around the city on his horse, where you always knew someone who knew the king. There is his own life as a budding photojournalist and freelancing it with different foreign organisations. In some ways you can also trace the history of the country from the early 50s into the 80s.
As Guha says in the foreword, the city of Mysore in the first half of the 20th century produced a lot of luminaries who influenced history in different ways, and had significant parts to play in the country. Be it RKN, Laxman, Sharada Prasad, Satyan, Doreswamy Iyengar or BKS Iyengar.
I only wish he had written more about himself than all those he met, and different subjects of his. But that would be akin to saying he should have shot more selfies I guess.