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Wednesday, March 5, 2008

A fiction

Well, I am all set.

Yes, making a film is much more than a college assignment. i just went through Nemy's blog and saw a post on how she's 'having fun' making her first movie. She's pretty correct when she supports the popular opinion and says 'Documentary is safe and fiction is fake.'

But I don't know why, i find making a fiction simpler (You know I am this lazy creature who just hates running after officials for permissions!). And you know, this is my second film, so I can be called 'one-film-old' in terms of experience (Uff, bloody airs!).

But i am not writing all this because I want to talk about my film, but I want to talk about something else. It's called TEAMWORK. Whenever I have worked in a team, I have always deliberately taken the whole responsibility on my shoulders, with that I-am-a-workaholic-so-let-me work attitude (Bloody airs again!)

But this time I have team members who have been willing to work; willing to contribute. Exciting! I have been made the official leader of the group, but looking at the way things are going, it's pretty satisfying to see 5 leaders. It's good to see everyone work.

I don't know whether we'll be able to make a good fiction or not. I don't know whether we'll be able to manage each and every desired shot or not. I don't know whether we'll be able to succeed or not.
I don't know about the result, but what satisfies me is the fact that WE are working!

Koshish-e-azadi...

Sunday, March 2, 2008

From heaven to heaven

Hi blog,
I wrote this poem when our college shifted from nizamuddin to the present location. It was disappointing, when compared to the older one, but i just wanted to force myself to be optimistic. Now we have spent almost 7-8 months here and we have learnt having fun here , shooting here, writing here; living here too. While flipping through my diaries, i found these lines of mine, bringing back memories of that moment; the moment i saw the new campus...
i was disappointed,
trying my best to be optimistc!


(photo: Groovy)
From NIZAMUDDIN to 120-B,MADANGIR.

The wind blows,
there are heavy snows,
there's movement everywhere,
but still there's some music in the air.
There are no daffodils,
there are no more lovely hills,
there are numerous problems to scare,
but still, there's some music in the air.
Birds are flying away,
I don't have any friends to play.
I still have a million sorrows to share,
but still, there's SOME MUSIC IN THE AIR...