..:)

woke up to this wonderful piece of news..

'The Other Song' won The Best International Documentary Award at Pusan International Film Festival, South Korea. 

The festival is one of the key asian festivals and shows some of the most vibrant works.

So congratulations Saba!

This was the second film I had worked on as an assistant in some capacity. 

The first was 'The City Beautiful', with Rahul Roy.

The memories that old projects carry...

Those were times when I would just get up in the morning, sit around the house, catch a blue line bus and go to work and come back whenever. No worries about social security applications, the jumble mix of codes and numbers to doors, what and when to do groceries...

'The City Beautiful' was also the film on which I literally learnt the non linear editing, both conceptually and technically.

I am a random technophobe. Sometimes I just won't want to learn out of a strange resistance.

But at Saba's..all this was easy..coupled with rather generous servings of kebabs and Kadhi for lunch, that sweet Mangal Singh smile!..and Reena's little lunch packs full of melons and papaya..:)

How I wish I had a picture of us..

but am going back in december and there shall be time to make them now.

Thanks for this...:)

I am reworking Nilofeur completely.

This has helped me so much...

thank you all for these lovely bits of scribbles.

wish you a happy divali...:)

:) It is just so cold!

Salsa, Diana and I

while D dances, I make pictures.

This was a great place to just sit back, watch and listen.

So, I just let it be.

A day at the auditions...

It was just the thrill of experiencing something like this.

The moment an actor looks into the camera, with a line of directors sitting in front of her

and think of nothing but the camera in that moment.

How else is it possible to perform?

I saw some brilliant character performances.

Some really fine actors.

My script has gone for a toss in the meanwhile.

Not one South Asian (read Indian)

So maybe..now the chances are that am acting.

Biryani

This is what it looked like.

China Town

Back to School

In the past one month, I don't know how many times I have been asked this question.

So after a handshake, "how does it feel to be back at school".

Good! Awesome!

But there is something that remains to be said and am saying it here..

Be prepared to roll your own chappatis, wash you own clothes, chop vegetables, buy groceries, make a list of things that are about to end, make separate shopping lists for the Indian Store and the Local Store, catch up on writing/reading assignments, learn to wax, thread and the works because the damn thing is just too expensive here ..

 

the only thing am not going to do here on my own is a haircut>

So I have been told that they thread in New York. 

Something on which I have never spent more than Rs 20/- now, possibly could be done at $12/- that too if I go to New York

I am still badly oriented to the dollar. Very badly. And miss the ease of understanding the lovely Indian rupee with the familiar Gandhi ji on one side.

I feel as if I am directing a road show..Live.

As my friend some days back said, " I wish I had multiple hands like Indian goddesses..so with one I could lug the mac, with the other I could clutch the grocery bag and with the third I could pull out the house keys and somehow get into the house".