The movie starts with Manto's downfall almost - in the then Bombay where he wrote for films and had friends from the film fraternity (Ashok Kumar for one and Shyam Chadda). Disillusioned by a remark about Hindus-Muslims after partition, he leaves Bombay, which he so loved and spirals down to an early death due to drinking etc in Lahore. Nothing of his early life, nothing of what made him what he was - just enough about Manto that we could read on the back of a book cover. Does not do justice. It missed the angle by a wide margin.