Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Behind the scenes

Pictures from behind the scenes of the current film we are making

























































































Thursday, November 15, 2018

The Art of the cinema

Is Art inside cinema ?
Is Cinema an Art ?
Why make movies ?

Tried to solve some of this existential questions with a bunch of really solid students at Sacred hearts college Thavera. Nice experience and nice folks



Wednesday, November 7, 2018

MEMENTO


I do not remember anything from my Bachelor days. I vaguely remember our college trip. I remember getting late and being fired. I also remember how my principal had denied my bank loan to buy a computer.

I have very few friends from those days and they are pretty close to me. In fact chances are if I see someone whom I vaguely remember I would hide and not give eye contact. The system at our bachelors college was authoritative, disturbing and submissive and they wanted to create minions engineers.

I loathed it more since there were vaguely discussion on being a better human being. It was all grades and marks. A set of rules which were to be followed blindly.

Luckily i found a job in college which I pursued in vain after i got out.
Luckily I found a life partner in college. This was almost when the college was getting over.

It gave me a degree and it gave me a loan which I paid off recently. Last feb to be precise.

Thanks to Reshmi Nair my batchmate , My principal called me back to college to give a talk on 'how an engineer can lead a life of artist/filmmaker.'

My brother in law  (Manjith )is a student in the same  college and he helped me set up the show. The students were not keen and I was honoured with a memento.

I think that is one good memory that will be added to my Bachelors memory stack. I remember bit more things now. 

The kick was gentle and slight and very less than I expected. Too early to be doing this dance.







There must be this one person out there who will be inspired by what I said. the rest of them can sleep. He/She need not remember my name or my work, but the possibility of getting out and pursuing what defines him/her. We never had the hope. We had a dress code, an id card, executive shoes and a bus to catch. We had rules to follow.