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Thursday, April 24, 2014

Men in Yellow


These are men who walk from Puttur to Tirupati. They take long walks from Puttur and take non-stop walks and respond to words like 'govinda', which you need to shout at them. So they are constantly walking and forcing you to talk about them. It is fun! The power here is going bad, but I like the way it is going bad, the way it is shaky and moving things, for me, forcing me to write and shoot things. It is the constant power cuts which are forcing me to write plays and Gokul and that is keeping me happy and I like the way they are placed. Isn't it? :) Though I am getting some fits here and there but I am also getting to read my friend's book 'A Night of Journey', a book by Ayn Rynd, which sounds nice. Thanks for the book Sumedha. Meanwhile, the writing continues. Will keep you posted.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

The Schedule


Puthur Diaries (Contd.) The schedule So, my schedule here is quite different was in Delhi or Mumbao or Hyderabad or in any other town I was living in. It is so little that you have just time and nothing else to think and rethink to think about schedules and nothing. I know it gets boring at times. The problem here is that there is no power when you want to work, with frequent power cuts and I have to get down to ways of writing on my diaries and note pads, which is nice and warm for me, and I always thought that is how I always was, right from the ground and not the other way round :) So one thing which I have learnt here is to make chai for myself, which is like a huge accomplishment for me, as now i don't depend on any one for chai, but I won't mind one anyone doing it for me. So I make one for myself and that also gives me a motive to get up early listening to the azaan, make chai and in the process begin writing or may be just thinking. If that ways I look at life, I feel it is so much more fun than the way we have made it. Isn't it? After I have not-so bad chai, I go for a walk, to the nearby degree college grounds (Puttur Degree college), where I meet smiling facing faces and while coming back, I get milk. What is also nice for a small village is that almost every one knows every one and all the men smile when they look at you. Very inspiring it gets and you continue to write. The place has very limited access to internet, and I am currently sitting at one of those. I like the owner here, and I guess he likes me too. He took me to his house in a nearby village (KBR puram), and I loved his family there. They made a good lunch for me (with awesome veg and non-veg food). I ended up making this short film and he is happy (Link...) after this, i was left with questions in my mind, so i ended up making this film too. (mct film) We are good friends and I am exploring good food there, which is very close to the famous temple town of Tirupati (just 40 minutes), nd I am looking forward to good food I have heard of there and most probably, another film with my parents. Let us see :)

Thursday, April 17, 2014

The old lady

Puthur Diaries (Contd)- The Schedule


So, my schedule here is quite different was in Delhi or Mumbao or Hyderabad or in any other town I was living in. It is so little that you have just time and nothing else to think and rethink to think about schedules and nothing. I know it gets boring at times. The problem here is that there is no power when you want to work, with frequent power cuts and I have to get down to ways of writing on my diaries and note pads, which is nice and warm for me, and I always thought that is how I always was, right from the ground and not the other way round :) So one thing which I have learnt here is to make chai for myself, which is like a huge accomplishment for me, as now i don't depend on any one for chai, but I won't mind one anyone doing it for me. So I make one for myself and that also gives me a motive to get up early listening to the zaan, make chai and in the process begin writing or may be just thinking. If that ways I look at life, I feel it is so much more fun than the way we have made it. Isn't it? After I have not-so bad chai, I go for a walk, to the nearby degree college grounds (Puttur Degree college), where I meet smiling facing faces and while coming back, I get milk. What is also nice for a small village is that almost every one knows every one and all the men smile when they look at you. Very inspiring it gets and you continue to write. The place has very limited access to internet, and I am currently sitting at one of those. I like the owner here, and I guess he likes me too. He took me to his house in a nearby village (KBR puram), and I loved his family there. They made a good lunch for me (with awesome veg and non-veg food). I ended up making this short film and he is happy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9oY-XJs7m_k) after this, i was left with questions in my mind, so i ended up making this film too. We are good friends and I am exploring good food there, which is very close to the famous temple town of Tirupati (just 40 minutes), nd I am looking forward to good food I have heard of there and most probably, another film with my parents. Let us see :)

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Puttur Diaries

Puttur Diaries April, 2014 The beginning I had been diagnosed with brain hemorrhage in AIIMS in Delhi and things were not moving the way they should have been. Not for me, not for Kamaan, and sadly, for anything. Was really nice was that I had some people around who loved me and cared for me. Firstly it was people like Tushar, who was somehow really involved with my work, thanks to the woman who was always with me: My mother. Always supportive, always helping and suffering with all the journeys I had been sadly a part of. So we reach this place called Puttur miles away from Delhi, and periods away from a condition I was in. Pa was working in this organisation, letting people getting admitted in it and hence, he had got an accommodation in the village, which somehow reminded me of the way the British officers would come to India, long ago. They would come, reach this beautiful place called India and explore. More than the place, they would look inside and explore themselves. This is one of those journeys for me. I was lucky that I realized that this was giving me opportunities to look inside and see things which were always there, but I never noticed them. Things like writing and love and may be my hemorrhage were just excuses. My journey had just begun...