There are some journeys that don’t just unfold; they thunder, ripple, and rewrite the rules of their worlds. Vijay Kiragandur’s story is one of those slow-burn marvels. It begins in Bengaluru in the late seventies, gathers pace through personal grit, winds through the Kannada film industry like a determined river, and then, almost cheekily, leaps into the world of cricket with a surprise twist. Today, Vijay is no longer just the man behind enormous cinematic storms like KGF and Kantara — he is suddenly the face associated with the next big chapter of Royal Challengers Bengaluru. And the best part? None of this was part of some master plan. It’s the kind of narrative that seems to take its time before suddenly picking up speed, and that’s exactly what makes it deliciously compelling.
