I first met Rupe when he was fourteen. I was fifteen, tall and feeling displaced, having recently arrived in Australia from Calcutta. Rupert Betheras, a bunch of friends and I made a movie about racism called Wrong Colour. I was chosen for the lead role, being the only brown-skinned person in our group. At the time Rupe was already an enigmatic character who showed an interest in graffiti, hip-hop and surfing. He was a little guy with blonde hair and the last person I would have expected to play in the AFL, and certainly not in a grand final for Collingwood, which…