Tuesday, October 31, 2017
|With Dr. BalMohan and his wife.|
Monday, October 30, 2017
A.R doesn't have a defined process which lets him create the magic. As it's always said, his compositions will choose the singers and sometimes he goes with the suggestion of others. At the end, rapid fire was interesting. Through it, I got to know about a new artist. Kaushiki Chakraborty.
2 year old cute Koki hails from Japan touring India with his parents. I couldn’t stop myself from taking him near me. I started speaking to him and silence was the response. On being asked about them, Shoko, Koki’s mother told about whereabouts and their trip.
Thaise is very active and kept running all the time. Kids hardly understood english but, we got connected in a trice. He quickly grabbed my hand and took me for a tour. We ran together corner to corner exploring the temple. Koki was left with his mother. After few minutes of running, Koki joined us and we three were sitting at one place, sharing smiles.
It was beautiful afternoon with these two little kids. Wish to meet them again at other place and other time in India.
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
Resul Pookutty “Sounding Off” is a memoir written in Malayalam and translated by K.K. Muralidharan.
I picked this book to know more about the Oscar- winning sound designer, and also about Slumdog Millionaire crew (You know about whom i’m talking about :’D)
Resul Pokutty didn’t bother to present himself as Ideal person. That makes this book, a must read.
Resul Pokutty hails from a village named, “Villakupara.” The transition from Vilakupara to Pune film institute is the biggest change in his life. He hails from village and talks about ‘life in the village,’ whenever given a chance. In the epilogue too, he worries about being in the vicious circle of consumerism explaining his village life. His childhood at village gave him a good grounding for his whole life.
This book gave me an outlook to the work that happens behind the camera. Be it about Foley recording or the kind of mics that are used for various purposes. Now, I’m more conscious about the sound in the movies I watch and, it’s sad how many people’s work is still under the shadows of people who are only shown on screen.. Every artist should be acknowledged for his work. At least people who are under spotlight should keep sharing about people who strive to make a picture whatever it is.
There are many instances I was overwhelmed by his sadness, happiness, confusion. He made a point where his acknowledgement is due. He acknowledged people who helped him at times when he was in need of all help. Be it Jeji Bai, who cooked for him or the Bai, who washed and ironed clothes for him. I loved the act of acknowledging all the people who helped me to be wherever he is.
His clarity of thought towards work, cinema and life is worth learning from his life experiences. He writes, “ What makes me feel emotional is my own intensity of work.”
“When we see something over and over again, it might soften the edge of our instinctive reactions.”
“Reading and writing are much more personal and private experiences compared to cinema. A book triggers different sensations and thoughts in different readers.”
“What we proudly take to be a glamourous, rebellious attitude is nothing but a mistaken rigid pattern of thinking.”
“Here let me share with you a pearl of marital wisdom: Don’t ever try to teach your wife anything. “
It’s interesting to know about him. His evolution from college student at Villakupara to being a Pune artist. His knowledge on Art and Literature is immense. I loved knowing few facts on sound from him. He shared why everyone’s sound seems pretty in bathroom. In his own words,
“Normally, when you open your mouth and utter something you hear three kinds of sounds- the sound from the mouth, its reflection from the surroundings, and the sound conducted through your body, or bone conduction. And we comprehend sound through two kings of hearing, The first two kinds of sound you hear with your ears and the third kind through the whole of your body. That’s why when we hear our voice on a tape, we find it a bit unfamiliar. The tape can’t record the sound that you hear through the bone conduction within your body.
We don’t find our recorded voice on the tape very appealing.
In the bathroom, your voice gets a bit enhanced because of the reflection and a bit of delay and reverberation. Your voice gets a little prettier. When you hum a tune, it gets sustained.”
Learnt a lot about the procedures of sound mixing, Foley recording. Loved reading a new subject all over.
His Oscar journey is worth reading again and again. I’m glad, I picked up this book at the exhibition sale.
Reading this book gave me a good outlook to the work that happens behind the camera.
And not to forget, K.K. Muralidharan did a decent work, without messing up the essence of text and context.
Resul Pookutty deserves the best in the world for his intensity towards life. God bless him.
Thursday, October 19, 2017
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Life is fragile. Life is fragile.
For he knew nothing about poetry or prose
Life is fragile. Life is fragile.
Life is fragile. Life is fragile
For I heard it. I knew it
Life is fragile
Life is damn fragile!
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Saturday, October 14, 2017
In sharing, I see both the people as receivers. No one leaves the place without receive anything. How beautiful is it to share. In our core views, when we inculcate the superiority of giving, we may not enjoy the ‘joy of sharing’ and reap the benefits of sharing completely.
One conversation is what I cherish, celebrate it, for it gave me immense pleasure experiencing heartfelt conversations.
April 9. 2015
A 10 minute long conversation is what I cherish, for it was an influencing one, heart felt one, honest one. It was a conversation with the sweet brat, Samhita P.R
It was a long pavement a.k.a 'Lords Pitch' for it's own reasons. I was passing through, to reach court. I was wished by juniors over there. It was during end of the semester, It was common to us to know how bad one is at, to save the semester, to reach minimum 65% at least to pay condonation fee.
She revealed then how she was planning to run away, seeking hiatus in life. Though she never did that, she really intended to do it. Such was her intention and intensity in her thoughts. I was intrigued listening to her sadness. It seemed more interesting, and we delved into a long conversation discussing about what makes us happy, what makes us sad, what do we crave for, in life? It was a heartfelt conversation. If she's reading this she'd be wondering why I'm so crazy about the one conversation among many conversations we had.
So intrigued I was with the brat hero, That's how I call her, "hero". I penned words describing her life. That's the night when 'In between the bridge' poem was inked. So motivating was those words, "In between the bridge", it became title of my 1st novel,
I may not celebrate my birthday, but April 9th is the day I celebrate for the conversations we made, For the bond we share.
Monday, October 9, 2017
The thunders blared, signaling the rain. I looked out from the cab window and it started pouring. As the rain got started, the road got painted in red and yellow. Game of clutch, brake, and gears.
It rained and never stopped.
I was in awe of the weather gazing at the rain drops. It was hitting the glass straight. I could see the rain hitting straight to the wind shield and the wipers sweeping off the rain to clear the glass. The game of blurs and clear views. I could see the road. A beautiful sight.
As time passed, clouds
did not pass. It was still pouring. We reached the city and it was drizzling by
then. We were stuck in a long traffic. Plenty of time to spend on road, I listened
to the Mozart for a while. Classics could not calm me for a long time. We
reached halfway home in two and half hours. Halfway more to go.
Had a good conversation with the driver. Watched random videos. Nothing helped to beat the boredom and the irritation to sit silent in the traffic. I looked out at the roads. The roads are clogged up and wondered how the drain system could be redesigned. It needs to be replanted. Being in SUV, did not affect me much but, I could relate to the plight of the bike riders and pedestrians.
After a whale of time, I decided to walk as I realized I am never going to wade traffic through drive.
I began walking avoiding the main roads. Though muddy, I tried tip toeing in small roads. It was a deserted lane. I was walking focusing on the path. A bike rider stopped questioning about my destination. ‘Hundred feet road,’ I mentioned. He offered me a ride. He was concerned about a fellow who was walking alone on the road.
I am grateful to receive kind help from everyone in this world.
I reached home after he dropped me half distance. In the muddy pants, I was grateful for the great experience I had. Glad I decided to walk rather than sulking at the cab.
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