I feel better now. Yes, I still have two weeks left before another film lands on my lap, but at least I know now for sure that I have a new project coming up.
Weekend was pretty straightforward. I saw 'Cold War', which is a great film btw and I would recommend everyone to watch it. Then I got busy with ''My Writing Work', as I mentioned in my previous blog which comprises of a book( a collection of short stories that I am working on) and a couple of screenplays that I hope to pitch next year.
It's tough. The book's coming out fine. I sent some chapters to a couple of writers and their feedback was pretty great. The problem is how easily I get distracted by other things while writing.
So I am working on the last few chapters of a story about the rise and fall of an actor in 60's Bombay. I am in the mood, writing this raunchy sequence, feeling kinda strange about getting turned on by my own writing, when I get a call from a friend who invites me to his house party.
I lose my train of thought and I can't write anymore. This friend from film school, an editor who is assisting on a really big commercial film btw and is more busy than I am, or at least was busy(before his film's Director was publicly called out in the ''Metoo' scandal for sexually assaulting one of his AD's, causing the film to be stalled for an indefinite amount of time), wants us to come over so that he can complain about his film and how he's stuck with this project.
Losing all my motivation to write, I shift my writing plans to the next day and leave for his house. The local trains in Mumbai are Jam packed on a Saturday evening. There's no place to sit so I stand between two extremely sweaty men who are lecherously looking at a woman uncomfortably standing in front of us. I can't figure out why this woman got on a second class compartment overpacked with men of all shapes and sizes instead of travelling in the ladies compartment. I assume She's probably new in the city and isn't familiar with the Mumbai local train madness. As more men get on our compartment at the next stop, pushing everyone around to find space for themselves, I see the poor woman looking all frightened. I ask her if she's okay and tell her about the ladies Compartment. As I had guessed earlier, this was her first time on a local train and she didnt know there was a ladies compartment. She takes my suggestion and gets off.
I reach my friend's place and my whole gang's there; a struggling director working on his new short film, a struggling cinematographer ,a struggling actor and a Scriptwriter who, let's face it, will probably be struggling for life, he's a scriptwriter. All of us were batchmates in film school a couple of years back. Now, too busy trying to find our place in the industry, it's difficult for us to meet as regularly as we used to. All of us had big dreams on how we were going to change the Indian film Industry. Some of us still carry that dream, while some are starting to give up on it, you can see it in their eyes.
We open our beercans, smoke our joints, discuss new films, listen to some music, talk about women, discuss new gossip about the big names in the Film industry, all the usual stuff.
Reasonably wasted, I take a cab to my house and doze off in the car while listening to The Beatles. I have a strange dream about the Beatles. The cab driver wakes me up when we reach my house and I have trouble recollecting the dream.
I enter my room and I remember this is the second time I've had a dream about the Beatles. The first time I saw them in my dream was a couple of years back and I wrote a 1000 page short story about it, not to write anything profound , but more as a storytelling exercise based on what I could remember from my dream. I take out my laptop and read the story again. It's not that great, but it's got a feel to it. I can somehow relate even more with it now than when I had written it.
That's my next post. The story.
Till then, Do watch Cold War you guys! Leaving you with an Oscar Wilde quote. Until Next time!
I enter my room and I remember this is the second time I've had a dream about the Beatles. The first time I saw them in my dream was a couple of years back and I wrote a 1000 page short story about it, not to write anything profound , but more as a storytelling exercise based on what I could remember from my dream. I take out my laptop and read the story again. It's not that great, but it's got a feel to it. I can somehow relate even more with it now than when I had written it.
That's my next post. The story.
Till then, Do watch Cold War you guys! Leaving you with an Oscar Wilde quote. Until Next time!