Photo: by Teja At 4.22, it is still night. The traffic sounds, untrammelled from the clamour of the day, hum long and relentless. There is the other relentless hum of crickets that seems to come from within you, and goes back into your ears, trapping you in a continuous cycle of breath. You imagine that you can even hear the stars. Yes, there are stars, … Continue reading night cricket
So while I write several words about hawkers, Teja does this. The hawker selling the city by the lake. City-wala, would we call him? Or builder? Acrylic on canvas, 24″x36″, Painted by Vivek Shah Continue reading city le lo, bhai, city ..
The Khan trio by dint of fate are born in the same year as me. For that reason alone, I’ve watched their failures and successes with a sense of camaraderie, and their aging, or lack of, with curiosity. Recently, we went to a farewell party of our girls hostel warden at FTII, and a large part of the evening was spent in telling each other … Continue reading jab tak hain jaan (2012) – you look just the same
So, the other day, I had a hip into a man’s face. Then, a hand up a man’s thigh. A couple of hand brushings. A pat on a man’s head. I’m like a terrified bird in crowded public spaces. Arms and legs flapping, and going god-knows-where. Any wonder then that I prefer to stay at home? Later, in the train, a gentle lady next to … Continue reading hips never lie
Teja decided to take Christopher Nolan with us to see ‘Ghajini‘. I said: “Is that a good idea?” Teja said: “Well, it’s a copy of his film, so … “ I said: “Yes but, do we have to be the ones to tell him?” Teja shrugged: “It’s too late now. I have already asked him.” I said: “Then you’d better sit in the middle. I’d … Continue reading Copy Chris, Paste Ghajini
Poor Suzi in ‘The Evening in Paris‘, the heroine Deepa’s twin sister, lost in childhood. Not only does the hero, Sam detest her for smoking, drinking, and asking for a kiss, her long-lost father rejects her too because she dances in a night club. As if it was her fault she was kidnapped when she was a kid by a drunkard villain. Even at the … Continue reading 1, 2, 9 or 10?
Yesterday, Teja scolded me for sitting on my script, in the hope that it would hatch into a film with my body warmth. In 2 months, I have sent the script to 2 producers. They haven’t got back to me, and I have not followed up, too polite to chase. Both producers are not-big. Teja thinks I should approach AC, SK, AK, KJ, to produce … Continue reading The Humble Mosquito
