[13] The Balancing Act

One thing I've learned directing my second short film is that management of the crew, actors and the DOP is essential for creating life on screen as desired by you. I've only looked at directing from a skewed perspective of it being a creative desire to infuse life into 24 frames a second. Never have I [...]

[12] Suspension of Belief

Everything depends on the preparation.... or does it? I am in the process of making a short film and have completed the principal photography and I will soon start the post-production of the same. I wanted to talk about the problems I faced during the shoot and how control is just an illusion in film-making. [...]

[11] Illness and its grip on you

A disease stricken mind can't function at its fullest potential but if you stay idle you are letting it overpower you. Have you tried hard enough to work your mind in 102 degrees temperature that you are radiating? Illness forms a grip on you when you let it. The best way to at least make [...]

[10] A Restart

I am a film-maker. Currently, a short film-maker as my hands is tied to make a feature film. I have written a story for a short film and have failed tried to make it two times. I am restarting it. Doubt creeps into my mind and plays a game with under-confidence which is tied to [...]

[9] Forgetfulness of Dreams.

You wake up from another world, still suffering from the dizziness you were engulfed in. A senseless world it was, weird in nature but some say it tells a lot about your deepest secrets. Dreams. You sleep, ignorant about the world you're about to get in, yet you will be inside it. A fall, to [...]

[8] Trip To Imagica.

To add to the New Year cheers our college decided to take us to Adlabs Imagica for a day filled with a mixture of entertainment and an informative experience. We reached Adlabs situated on the Mumbai-Pune Expressway after a bumpy bus ride.   The coordinators fulfilled the formalities to get us in, and we were [...]

[7] Thread and the needle.

When I was a child, my favourite pastime was playing with toy cars with my grandma. I used to wait for her to finish the work she did throughout the day and sit on the bed, waiting for her to come. The cars were always ready. I put them in order for her to choose [...]

[6] I don’t know.

How much do you believe your role model? How much do you believe the philosophers that walked on this planet? How much do you believe anyone who says anything? Every word I spew, write, slice, reflect, shoot on this page is a manifestation of the experience of my tiny existence. And our experience is limited? [...]

[5] Who am I?

I am "....partly truth, partly fiction. A walking contradiction." It is difficult to know yourself, the real true self. If you shed your skin, underneath you'll find another layer and then another. How do you climb down to the deepest holes to find one's true self? First, there is a possibility that you will weep [...]

[4] Regret.

You're on your deathbed staring at the faces that stand beside you but your thoughts meander towards an imagined reality of what it could have been only if I did that. If becomes the starting word of every thought that you take. If only I would have said yes to that girl. If only I would [...]