What happens,

When one fine day, you wake up in the morning, and this thought hits you like a blood-thirsty mosquito, or like a vengeful Rickshaw driving through the Jadavpur to Ranikuthi route.


"OMG, I have to make a film".

Pretty weird, I know.
It feels awesome when your concept gets chosen.
It starts feeling less awesome when one fine day, you wake up in the morning, and this thought hits you like a blood-thirsty mosquito or like a vengeful Rickshaw driving through the Jadavpur to Ranikuthi route. , "OMG, I have to make a film".

Well, apart from writing the ..err..trying to write the screenplay , shot division et all, I m spending pretty much a lot more time musing on HOW very easy and uncomplicated life would have been, had I been made to write a short story or better still a random blog post.

Anyway.
My teacher called me by some other name today. Totally trivial and "brush-away" and "laugh it off" worthy types incident, but somehow, it made me real sad.You know, those times when you think your life is after all, a bed of roses, and then suddenly you see this huge monster [monsters ARE huge, duh uh, whats wrong wimme?] coming your way, and you try very hard to keep the rose petals on the bed intact, and then the monster just comes and does not harm you or anything but sneezes a very self satisfactory sneeze, and then well [stressing on the hugeness part] the rose petals are blown away anyway.

The only reason why I went forward and actually typed out the previous analogy is that I thought it'd gimme and it DID gimme a REAL hard kick to think of my professor as a monster.That too a huge one.Well monsters are huge anyway.


So college is fun. I get to harness these absolutely fantastic "people skills" that I've got, by behaving properly with friends.There are times when I falter, say the wrong thing or do something "piss-offable", I face the music with appropriate calm and composure.The music ranging from crude offliners that make one look like the cruelest person alive and cruder rudeness when one tries to make peace.

Here I must and I must must must quote a detached piece from a phone conversation I recently had. The guy asked me not to take his name, so just for the fun of it, the kind of fun that a person wants to have at 1.11 am in the morning, I am gonna call him Voldemort.


Voldemort: .......I mean look at me, inspite of being told again and again that I am making the worst type of career move possible, instead of being told that I am ruining my life , I am gonna go forward and stick to my decision.

Me: Dude, you've been told that travel journalism is a bad career move?..you surely hang out with the wrong kind of people.

Voldemort: Its my parents we're talking about.


So today, I realized that I can't [even] set a camera on a tripod properly.Please read the second line of this post.The one inside quotes.