Last year I wrote a script for a film and the producers didn't change one word. The word they didn't change was on page 87. 
Yes, life can be side-splitting and more often than not I am bang in the middle, on the wrong side of it. It all began when I went to a career fair in school and decided then that I would like to make Ad-films (commercials for the uninitiated) to earn a living. I soon realised that it’s more fun (also more stuff to show off about) to tell a story that would take 3 hours rather than 30 seconds. Also, films would involve film stars and I would soon be nestled in the arms of a pretty starlet with spot boys pandering to my whimsical whims. Indeed, my commonsensical skills were very dubious during my tender school going years.
...And thus many years and LOTS of crazy incidences later I'm still struggling to find that elusive pretty lass (Damn you AB Jr.) and I don't see boys on any spot. But the journey has been a lot of fun and perhaps my search will end soon. I have done plenty of things on an impulse, deciding to be a film-maker, buying a car, cutting random lanes on the Interstate Highway, fooling around unprotected with my life, blah blah blah.....
Today, after procrastinating for what seems like ever, I impulsively decided to start this blog and also pursue another dream - film journalism. It is said that if a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate: The 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' is worth any number of old ladies. And although there isn't much of a market for Urn's in India, hey, it’s a damn good quote to quote. It has taken me ten years to discover that I have no talent for writing, but I can't give it up now since I realise that there is not much else that I know how to.
So, tough luck!
Welcome to my world :)
Yes, life can be side-splitting and more often than not I am bang in the middle, on the wrong side of it. It all began when I went to a career fair in school and decided then that I would like to make Ad-films (commercials for the uninitiated) to earn a living. I soon realised that it’s more fun (also more stuff to show off about) to tell a story that would take 3 hours rather than 30 seconds. Also, films would involve film stars and I would soon be nestled in the arms of a pretty starlet with spot boys pandering to my whimsical whims. Indeed, my commonsensical skills were very dubious during my tender school going years....And thus many years and LOTS of crazy incidences later I'm still struggling to find that elusive pretty lass (Damn you AB Jr.) and I don't see boys on any spot. But the journey has been a lot of fun and perhaps my search will end soon. I have done plenty of things on an impulse, deciding to be a film-maker, buying a car, cutting random lanes on the Interstate Highway, fooling around unprotected with my life, blah blah blah.....
Today, after procrastinating for what seems like ever, I impulsively decided to start this blog and also pursue another dream - film journalism. It is said that if a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate: The 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' is worth any number of old ladies. And although there isn't much of a market for Urn's in India, hey, it’s a damn good quote to quote. It has taken me ten years to discover that I have no talent for writing, but I can't give it up now since I realise that there is not much else that I know how to.
So, tough luck!
Welcome to my world :)
