Shoot....whats wrong with everything?

Brendon.B was playing the perfect monkey।Clad in a bright red T.shirt and gold coloured sneakers,he was quite a sight.He was perched atop the frontal railing of the bus-stop.He had a spoon in his hand.The spoon had some mucky,snow white,sour curd in it.The perfect substitute for crowshit.The camera was placed in front of Ronaan.Aaaaaand.....................
Action......

The curd slopped on Ronaan's head.He looked up,bemused,the camera panned,captured the poster of Munnabhai.Perfect shot.If only we had got THE perfect shot right at first go.The past three days might as well just take up my memory as the SMACK.....

From Being eyed by five policemen for twenty whole minutes,while pleading with the duty officer to allow us to shoot in our desired location,to swallowing swear words thrown in by a mad ,grissly,beggar woman।From sitting cross legged on the road,waiting for a friend to acquire permission to shoot from her hot shot sources,to borrowing cellotape from the Barrista attendants to stick up a poster of the highly popular movie.From being gawky eyed in admiration at the friend who was the "heroine"..*damn she is one good looker*...to literally being a traffic stopper,shooting at the bus stop amidst heavy footfall,open mouthed onlookers,fidgety policemen and whooshing vehicles of all shapes and sizes.

Jane Bhi do Munnbhai......we have finally decided on a name.Some people say,we have screwed up the project......messy camerawork,flying tempers which can put frisbee champs to shame,ass burning hardwork which comes down to zilch,sullen faces,bad editing.Every thing has gone wrong.Then again..a first time is always a first time.