I actually liked Shiv; at one level, he was very near me. I bear in mind this brilliant, younger man who got here to me [at] Naseeruddin Shah’s [behest]. This was in 1983, on the time of the making of Saeed Mirza’s Mohan Joshi Hazir Ho. I used to be the chief assistant on the units. Shiv was a author, and being in theatre, he was a part of Naseer’s coterie. Naseer requested me to take care of Shiv and present him round.
We would get into heated arguments over Brecht and Shaw, and different poets. He co-wrote Is Raat Ki Subah Nahin, Chameli and Hazaaron Khwaishe Aisi, with me. We labored on Hazaaron Khwaishe Asi for six months, and Shiv, Swanand Kirkire and I wrote Chameli in 15 days. I referred to as Shiv and we labored collectively night time and day. Shiv’s contribution to Chameli can’t be neglected. Chameli was our final piece of writing collectively. We have been actually shut at one level of time. I don’t suppose I’ve spent that a lot time with any person.
I discovered him to be an attention-grabbing collaborator who might inform me the place I used to be going flawed. Every director wants such a collaborator. Shiv was fearless — he might say something to anybody, [and couldn’t] take garbage from anybody. I used to be fairly afraid of crossing Shiv’s path. If he was actually offended with you, there could be a glance in his eyes. I can think about that if somebody upset him, he might [reject their proposal], even when he was getting some huge cash.
Shiv had a terrific, biting, and depraved sense of humour. All the work that we did collectively had a component of black comedy. We shared an analogous sense of humour. Creatively, we have been like brothers. I might write one line, and he might end the scene. His sense of humour was self-deprecatory. I bear in mind him as a man with a fantastic thoughts; he was a passionate theatre individual. Shiv and I met day by day, and I actually relied on his views on every part. His performs have to be reprinted. Theatre was the place his coronary heart was. It is essentially the most tough medium to be in, and entails plenty of battle.
We lose sight of our expensive ones as life will get messy. Shiv and I misplaced one another in the course of the pandemic. I acquired concerned with my issues as my father handed away. I needed to take care of my mom, and needed to concentrate on incomes cash. During the lockdown we misplaced contact; I by no means knew the struggling he was enduring. He was too proud to say something. It is horrible. The final time I met him was in January 2020, when he was popping out of the hospital along with his [late] son, and I used to be taking my dad there. We didn’t know that we’d by no means meet once more. I used to be unaware of what was happening in his thoughts, within the final couple of years.
I miss him so much… It’s a pity that there gained’t be one other topic that I can collaborate with Shiv on. He was modern, supportive, but independent-minded, and will at all times inform me the reality. Shiv was compelled to say what was on his thoughts.