Something weird

has been going on with my time since July. Everything is a blur. One of the reasons why i stopped blogging regularly, I mean my kind of blogging. Long elaborate posts about usefully useless things like how cockroaches might have a complex about not being able to fly around like other insects.

But then, here ...since July... SO much HAPPENS in one single day....its so very difficult to summarize all of that into one fortnightly post.

like for example...if I have to talk about this week... I would have to tell you about ...err..well what day is today?..wednesday?..ok..well I have to start with Sunday.

Sunday:-

we were shooting in college. A song. It was a workshop about Hindi film song shooting. Now a hindi film song is something that exists in two different universes all together. What we see on screen....the final product..is SO bleeding different from the shoot, well anyway...so we were shooting. There was a dance director. There were six male dancers and one female dancer and the song was something like
"a a a a aaaa khushi se khudkhushi kar le"

As usual...confused soul as I am.. I was..well confused about whether I was a part of the direction team or a part of the production team. So I just remember running around a lot. A LOT. Taking care of continuity, concentrating on the lips of the male dancers. I HAD to. You will have to believe me. That was part of my job. To check whether the dancers were singing the right lyrics. Learning Marathi. The dance director absolutely refused to communicate in any language other than marathi. So I learned "song shoot manjhe lot of hard work".

Anyway. So that was Sunday. On monday I was involved with what I would like to call my acting debut. As "stinky pumpkin". Well it was a tiny role in a tiny film. Of a nightie clad house-wife ish Aunty who along with other nightie clad house-wife ish aunties keep gossiping about the protagonist. They sit on the building staircase and complain about the shortage of water and then barge into the protagonist's bathroom to check whether she is using illegal means to acquire more water than others. and the Protagonist thinks "Oh! what a stinky pumpkin!"

I was carefully picked for the role as nobody else wanted to do it and well I am fat and I wear a nose pin. so well...Make me wear a nightie..and you will get a perfect Aunty ji.


Anyway... on Tuesday we went location hunting for our next short fiction film. The building is in Worli, Mumbai. The flat is on the fifteenth floor. Its a Duplex Apartment with sea-facing bedrooms. Sigh. We were to shoot in the kitchen..as the film is about this person baking a cake and how the cake falls at the end of it all. Sad story. Very.

Anyway.. so the person gave us the extremely pleasant news about how the building society people will not allow to shoot. Which had obviously not struck her when we asked her whether we can shoot. so after one crazy hour we found out another kitchen which was not very pretty but we will have to make do So we are supposed to shoot tomorrow. We have the budget. The money. But we don't have lead actors...hahaha...

So anyway, keeping up with my habbit of abrupt post endings, I will end right here.