Sunday, December 29, 2013

A memory of Farooque Shaikh

Less than a week before I heard the saddening – and most unexpected – news of Farooque Shaikh’s passing, an SMS written in a familiar style lit up my phone screen. “Adaab,” it said. “Wish u a Merry Christmas, a Joyous New Year and a v happy life ahead. Best luck, always.” A few minutes later, the same message arrived again. This could have been a network glitch, but having seen Mr Shaikh (or Farooque saab, as it seems more apt to call him) a few weeks earlier, wrestling with and frowning at his handset – something I can often relate to – I could picture him having re-sent it accidentally.

Either way, I had become used to the courtliness of his SMSes (even when written in shorthand) in the previous two months, ever since I first contacted him in connection with a writing project. In mid-October I had texted him – in the supplicating tone of a journalist seeking a few minutes of an Important Person’s time – asking if we could speak for a short while; on the phone would be fine. He replied with an “Adaab sir”, adding that he happened to be coming to Delhi at the end of the week, and it “wd be a plzre” to meet then “at a mutually cnvnnt time”.

We met, and it was a pleasure – for me, at least – even though the conversation was short and unexceptional. He was everything you’d expect from his screen persona, warm and unfailingly polite in his direct addresses, though he did get a little agitated when he spoke more generally about falling standards in popular culture. I had a couple of specific talking points to cover, but we were quickly done with those, and for the next half-hour he talked mainly about how commerce had completely taken over the film world, and expressed annoyance about the hegemony of the Rs 200-300-crore cinema. “Vaahiyaat filmein agar 300 crore ka business kar rahe hain, toh aur log aa jaayenge, and they will go down the same route.”


Much of what he said – if you simply transcribed it – would read as relentless complaining, and I didn’t agree with all of it. Some of it mixed deep idealism, a yearning for a fabled past where things were always so much better than today, and a narrow, subject-oriented view of “good” and “bad” cinema. There were capricious asides: while making the (reasonable) point about Hollywood’s technical excellence masking deficiencies in content and not allowing any other type of film to get breathing space, he suddenly brought up films “jiss mein spaceship yun zor zor se awaaz karti hai, phir girne lagti hai – whereas it is a basic fact of zero gravity that a spaceship will not fall like that even if it breaks up.” And he clearly wasn’t a fan of Jaws and the summer-blockbuster culture it spawned: “Ya toh ek machli aisi hai jo logon ko khaamakhaa marne lagti hai. This kind of stupidity has to stop.”

But the discontent came from his strong views on the relationship between a society and its popular culture, and his keenness to fix responsibility. “Cinema is a willing or unwilling appendage to society, so we may as well have some quality in it. Otherwise it’s like saying ‘Naashta toh mujhe karna hi hai, sada hua bhi chalega.’ But why not have a good meal, even if it is a small one? You risk your health if you eat chaat all the time. And then we complain ‘hamaaray society mein auraton ke saath yeh hota hai.’ You can’t pretend that cinema doesn’t have an effect on our minds – it’s a big thing.”

 
It wasn’t all about venting though. The meeting reminded me of conversations I had had with other, very likable men of integrity of his generation, Kundan Shah and the late Ravi Baswani – a tone that combined irritation and frustration with the ability to step back after a while and crack a quiet joke about one’s own irritability. And a genuine, boyish curiosity about what the younger person sitting in front of them felt about these things. (I have memories of Kundan, Ravi and Farooque saab – separately, of course – pausing for breath after a rant, then chuckling and asking a version of the question “Do you agree with any of this? Or could it be that I feel this way only because main budhaa ho gaya hoon?” And the question was asked sincerely, not rhetorically.)

Farooque saab spoke with pragmatism (“it is unreal, and perhaps even unfair, to expect that a filmmaker is going to do good to society at a loss to himself”) but perhaps had an unrealistic view of the power wielded by the “thinking” audience (“...and so the discerning viewer has to make his presence felt. With the internet you can get back to the filmmaker immediately if he has made a bad or bawdy film, and tell him off. He will take that seriously. He depends on the ticket that the viewer buys.”) He moved between optimism and cynicism (“But as is the norm all over the world, the major audience is males aged between 15 and 25 years. They are the ones who decide whether a film will run or not”) and used humorous analogies: “Aaj kal ke movie reviews mein star ratings aise bikhte hain jaise langar mein khaana bikh raha ho.” And “You know the Sea Link in Mumbai? It cuts down travel time dramatically while you are on it – but when you exit it you’re in trouble again. That’s how the industry today is. Film toh complete ho jaati hai but then the intelligent, sincere filmmaker is in a surrounding that he cannot control: agar 3,500 screen kisi big-budget film ne le liye hain, then you get the one or two remaining shows, and the show time is such that your own wife won’t go for it.”


Near the end of our chat, he – consciously or otherwise – used an analogy closely linked to the plot of one of his most beloved movies. “There are two people in the race – the sprinter and the evening walker,” he said, marking the difference between money-obsessed filmmakers and the ones with a social conscience. “The promenade walker will not get ahead because he isn’t in it for the race, he’s out for a stroll – the sprinter is the one who wants to get ahead, and he will always win.”

In Sai Paranjpye’s Katha, based on the hare-and-tortoise fable, he was cast against type as the wily hare (or the sprinter). I alluded to the film and he merely nodded and gave a quick smile, not pursuing the point – he wasn’t much interested in talking about his own movies, or at least his contribution to them. When he brought up Listen…Amaya – as another low-budget film that was released in only a couple of halls – this is what he said: “Recently ek film thi, Listen... Amaya, jiss mein Deepti ji aur Swara Bhaskar thay...” No mention of himself. 


Which may be a reminder that he wasn’t “in it for the race” himself. I have no doubt that he took a project seriously once he had committed to it, but he came across as being blasé about his own career, unconcerned with such things as staying in the public memory. Still, he had done some fine work in the past couple of years – in Shanghai, Listen…Amaya, even in his short part in Yeh Jawani hai Diwani – and there may have been more to come. 

I don’t usually get too affected by the deaths of public figures, even those whose work or achievements I admired. But this was a little different, because of the immediacy of having met him so recently, and because he was too young. Notwithstanding his own indifference to fame or plaudits, with the right mix of subject, writer and director he might easily have had a notable second innings as a screen actor. For now, we have the past work: old favourites like Chashme Buddoor and Katha, of course, but also films like Gaman (now available in a restored NFDC print) and Saath Saath, which deserve to be revisited and rediscovered. And I have the rueful knowledge that despite having had opportunities, I never got around to seeing a performance of Tumhari Amrita.

[Related posts: a tribute to Ravi Baswani, Shaikh’s co-star in Chashme Buddoor; a review of Sai Paranjpye’s Katha; a piece about Listen Amaya, and about watching Shaikh and Deepti Naval on screen together after all these years. And on two excellent films in which Shaikh had small parts, 40 years apart: Garm Hava and Shanghai]

13 comments:

  1. I agree with you; I too am the last person to be affected by the death of a celebrity, but yesterday, when I heard of Farouque's passing, my eyes spontaneously welled up. The tears have since dried up but a touch of that sadness I felt remains. He seemed exactly like his Chashme Baddoor character in real life (based on his interviews I saw/read), and was such a devoted family man. And such a handsome man and fine actor! I wish he'd lived longer. As of now, I can't get myself to watch his work or interviews for fear of rekindling the sadness I feel at his passing. RIP and thanks to you for this post. BTW was he still as handsome as he seemed in his movies like Chashme Baddoor? :)

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    1. Slytherin: he was very good-looking, I thought - though the looks are difficult to separate from his essential likeability. He could have passed off as 10 years younger than his actual age. You can check recent photos (or watch Listen...Amaya or one of his other films).

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  2. What a fine actor and I wish he was used more in recent movies. All his movies that you mentioned were enjoyable not only because they were relate-able in their stories and direction but also because he essayed those characters in a way that one could relate to them. Even when he went against his "image" like in Katha. Also liked that he voiced his opinions regarding social or political issues without drawing or seeking attention and sticking to the point.

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  3. It's really sad. A few months ago he was seen in a TV show. And even in his brief appearance in it he proved himself the best part of the show. The serial became unwatchable when he left, because we kept on missing him in it.

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  4. Fine actor. I loved Katha and Chashme Baddoor - two of his best known films.

    Katha is a very fine film. In some respects reminiscent of the great Cagney movie - Strawberry Blonde.

    Watched Listen Amaya yesterday. A little disappointed with its somewhat preachy tone. I prefer such melodramas to be over-the-top and to be bereft of any editorializing by the director. In the Sirkian tradition of All that Heaven Allows

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  5. Tum chala jaoge to poochenge, humne kya khoya humne kya paaya

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  6. I've been feeling a lump in my throat ever since I heard the news. Now this article, and Sanjeev's comment above make my eyes well up.

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  7. I remember watching Bazaar few years ago. That song "Phir Chiddhi". Farooque and Supriya look so likeable . They look like someone you know and you can trust. The scene when Supriya gets married to someone else, Farooque is devastated. That kinda scene, "Nahiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnn, aisa nahin ho sakta"...kind of scenes we were used to laugh. But, I felt so sad for Farooque

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    1. They look like someone you know and you can trust.

      Yes, and exactly the opposite in Shanghai - which made for such effective casting.

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    2. Oh yeah, shows they were such good actors and so are creators of those films...I liked that bit in Sai Paranjpe's write-up at rediff. While shooting for Katha Farooque said, "If Naseer and I are in same shot, it will be my face to the camera and Naseer's back". Naseer replied, "Yeah because my back is more expressive than your face" :)

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  8. Har mulaqat ka anjaam judai kyun hai😌😌

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  9. I saw him shooting for Katha with Mallika and Winnie when I was a teen. One of those actors who was immensely likeable in person with zero airs. And at that point even more good looking in person than on the screen.

    Revisiting the movie last year I found Naseer rather lacking. And Farooque far better. So yeah not too sure about the non-emoting face and back!

    RIP.

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  10. A refined gentleman and a superb actor: does such a combination even exist anymore? Not in Hindi moviedom certainly!

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