Expecto Patronum

The iPad is a beautiful thing. It made me want to sketch. Then I dabbled on paper too. I'll put them on soon.

Devil is in the details. But there's too much details in this city to romanticise.

Too many people, too many incidences, too much happening inside the fences.

Why do you think was Mordor so beautiful despite the foul air?

For fair was the balance between life and action. 
For Bombay though, Mordor is but a fraction.

Your maximum city ain't some fancy boroughs.
Carelessness taken for honesty, evil too here is gross. 

A cold cat lingers on the cold street on a cold night. It is winter and the cat knows. It is November, the cat would not care. It is looking for some thing. As it walks past a tiny puddle of water on the foot path, it stops. The cat can see a blurry crescent moon in the water. It looks up, purrs and continues the calculated walk. Up ahead on the street where the row of houses begin is parked a car. It is becoming bigger and bigger as the cat treads on. Once close, the cold cat now feels some warmth. The idea of a car is comforting. But before it can heave a sigh of relief, a familiar meow is heard. Another cat steps out from under the car. Both exchange cold glances. A minute of stare and the new cat swiftly turns around, its tail stretched upward. And as it stoops to enter its bed again, says, 'The next car is empty. Some salmon in the bin. Make yourself comfortable..sister' and disappears in the darkness under the car. The cold cat looks up at the moon with a thankful face and walks on.

A Post Script

This is regarding the two short films I have just uploaded on the blog. Both the films were made more than a year back, when I was studying Mass Media. I would have loved to provide the scripts of the films, but cannot. We did not really have a sense of any pipeline while making those films. Owing to our ignorance, I had hand-written both scripts, the copies of which are nowhere to be found now. I had thought of penning down the scripts by going through the films again, but later scrapped the idea. A script is made into a film, not vice versa. And though literally it is possible, I would not be doing justice to the literature. 

Venn, short film

This is one of the few short films I made with a filmmaker friend of mine. Venn was made on an intensely tight budget and in not more than three days. We entered the film in the Kolkatta Film Festival, where it was among the five selected films to be screened from the student category.
I co-wrote the concept and story of the film with Vishal, the director of this film. Owing to low finance and wanting to experiment with non-actors, Vishal decided that I should act as the lead character of the film. I personally find myself to be not a good actor at all, but Vishal says otherwise.
    

Nibandha (Essay) the film

Nibandha was my very first attempt at script writing. My college seniors after reading some of my Marathi poetry decided to make me re-write a script that they and a college professor had roughly come up with. I rewrote the entire script even making some fundamental changes in the story, which fortunately the team was happy to incorporate.
Nibandha (Essay in English) was shot in a small village in Alibaug. I was never present on the shoot, because the team did not have enough money to take me.

The Young Man and the Sea

And hence he went to the sea.

Ten minutes:

The sand under his feet still;

the air salty, also the lips that held a fire.

Ten minutes:

the afternoon horizon was his. he had a right to it;

He had come to the sea;

because he had life, the sea had existence.

It was he who feared the vastness and worshiped the solitude.

Ten minutes:

he did not belong anywhere, only to that moment.

And this solitude he wanted it to be like the sea,

Solitude without pity:

Dare to sympathize the sea and it shall show you its fierce glory.

The Man wanted that from the sea, and the sea wanted nothing.

Because he had life, the sea had existence.