He and I would spend hours in that little space talking film, scenes, stories, shooting issues and just a lot more.
He rose from there by shear dint of his talent and hard work and built, in the most central commercial area of Mumbai, on acres of land, the most modern and well equipped studio that the film industry has seen to date. He did not just sell beautiful dreams, he created them too in reality.
From an ordinary apartment in a high rise in Pali Hill, he created his own home in Juhu, a minute away from mine.
The times spent there, the wonderful and fun filled evenings, the sessions of story and music in his ‘gadda room', the Holi celebrations, the rich events which gathered eminent artists, the sumptuous meals that he and his wife Pamela cooked for us … just such a vast collection of memories …
I have just one regret with regard to him. For some months lately, he had been calling and telling me to drop by in the early hours of the morning as I returned from the gym for ‘just a chat - no work, no issues, just a chat'.
I had promised him that I would, and I never was able to.
