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    “A cerebral joyride”
    Karan Johar, filmmaker on REDIFF

    “Among the most charming and creative Indian independent films”
    J Hurtado, TWITCH

    ★★★★✩
    “You don’t really need a big star cast… you don’t even need a big budget to get the techniques of filmmaking bang on…”
    Allen O Brien, TIMES OF INDIA

    ★★★★✩
    “An outstanding experience that doesn’t come by too often out of Indian cinema!”
    Shakti Salgaokar, DNA

    ★★★
    “This film can reach out the young, urban, upwardly mobile, but lonely, disconnected souls living anywhere in the world, not just India.”
    Namrata Joshi, OUTLOOK

    “I was blown away!”
    Aseem Chhabra, MUMBAI MIRROR

    “Good Night Good Morning is brilliant!”
    Rohit Vats, IBN-LIVE

    ★★★✩✩
    “Watch it because it’s a smart film.”
    Shubha Shetty Saha, MIDDAY

    ★★★✩✩
    “A small gem of a movie.”
    Sonia Chopra, SIFY

    ★★★✩✩
    “A charming flirtation to watch.”
    Shalini Langer, INDIAN EXPRESS

    “Interesting, intelligent & innovative”
    Pragya Tiwari, TEHELKA

    “Beyond good. Original, engrossing and entertaining”
    Roshni Mulchandani, BOLLYSPICE

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    Synopsis

    ‘Good Night Good Morning’ is a black and white, split-screen, conversation film about two strangers sharing an all-night phone call on New Year's night.

    Writer-Director Sudhish Kamath attempts to discover good old-fashioned romance in a technology-driven mobile world as the boy Turiya, driving from New York to Philadelphia with buddies, calls the enigmatic girl staying alone in her hotel room, after a brief encounter at the bar earlier in the night.

    The boy has his baggage of an eight-year-old failed relationship and the girl has her own demons to fight. Scarred by unpleasant memories, she prefers to travel on New Year's Eve.

    Anonymity could be comforting and such a situation could lead to an almost romance as two strangers go through the eight stages of a relationship – The Icebreaker, The Honeymoon, The Reality Check, The Break-up, The Patch-up, The Confiding, The Great Friendship, The Killing Confusion - all over one phone conversation.

    As they get closer to each other over the phone, they find themselves miles apart geographically when the film ends and it is time for her to board her flight. Will they just let it be a night they would cherish for the rest of their lives or do they want more?

    Good Night | Good Morning, starring Manu Narayan (Bombay Dreams, The Love Guru, Quarter Life Crisis) and Seema Rahmani (Loins of Punjab, Sins and Missed Call) also features New York based theatre actor Vasanth Santosham (Bhopal: A Prayer for Rain), screenwriter and film critic Raja Sen and adman Abhishek D Shah.

    Shot in black and white as a tribute to the era of talkies of the fifties, the film set to a jazzy score by musicians from UK (Jazz composer Ray Guntrip and singer Tina May collaborated for the song ‘Out of the Blue), the US (Manu Narayan and his creative partner Radovan scored two songs for the film – All That’s Beautiful Must Die and Fire while Gregory Generet provided his versions of two popular jazz standards – Once You’ve Been In Love and Moon Dance) and India (Sudeep and Jerry came up with a new live version of Strangers in the Night) was met with rave reviews from leading film critics.

    The film was released under the PVR Director’s Rare banner on January 20, 2012.

    Festivals & Screenings

    Mumbai Film Festival (MAMI), Mumbai 2010 World Premiere
    South Asian Intl Film Festival, New York, 2010 Intl Premiere
    Goa Film Alliance-IFFI, Goa, 2010 Spl Screening
    Chennai Intl Film Festival, Chennai, 2010 Official Selection
    Habitat Film Festival, New Delhi, 2011 Official Selection
    Transilvania Intl Film Festival, Cluj, 2011 Official Selection, 3.97/5 Audience Barometer
    International Film Festival, Delhi, 2011 Official Selection
    Noordelijk Film Festival, Netherlands, 2011 Official Selection, 7.11/10 Audience Barometer
    Mumbai Film Mart, Mumbai 2011, Market Screening
    Film Bazaar, IFFI-Goa, 2011, Market Screening
    Saarang Film Festival, IIT-Madras, 2012, Official Selection, 7.7/10 Audience Barometer

    Theatrical Release, January 20, 2012 through PVR

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Life and its abrupt ends!

January 27, 2005 · by sudhishkamath

Well, this is about a person who meant the world to me for six years. We were best friends. Probably more, but we won’t get into that.

I got over her a coupla years ago and even went out with a few people.

Today, she got married. I wasn’t even invited. It hit pretty hard when I passed the wedding hall and saw the decked up board that read Di weds A.

Maybe she wanted to start her life on a fresh note and didn’t want anything from her past, a friend reasoned it out for me. Maybe she didn’t want to hurt you. Probably true. It was kinda abrupt not being able even to wish her. And I may never see her again.

May she live happily everafter. May God bless the couple immensely. May she understand that I understand why she did what she did.

I wish her all the best. From the bottom of my heart. After all, what are best friends for!

Remembering The Village

January 27, 2005 · by sudhishkamath
Sometimes we don’t do what we want to do
because we’re afraid that other people will know
that we want to do them.
– Ivy Walker in The Village.
I can so understand, Ivy Walker. I can so understand, Ms. Sphinx. 🙂

Kis… Naaaaaaaa!!

January 24, 2005 · by sudhishkamath

For someone touted to be the next showman after Raj Kapoor, Subhash Guy seems to be trying way too hard if ‘Kisna’ is any show of effort, cinema and frustration.

Reproduced below is the complete screenplay along with character sketches, as found from Guy’s scribbling pad.

Kisna (title role):

Kisna MUST play the flute cuz he’s called Kisna, write a song somewhere in the film cuz he’s the warrior poet and also do a sword fight cuz a sword looks really cool on the posters and publicity material. Remember Braveheart? Remember Asoka? Exactly!

Reason for casting: Random Bollywood belief No.786: Vivek Oberoi, with unkempt beard/stubble, can act. Not that it is required.

Guy’s Note: Give him hair longer than he had in Company, it will cover half his face and his acting skills, of course.

Suderman’s take: Vivek Oberoi’s best role after ‘Company’ (hang on and read the whole sentence) was in a village called Devanapattinam where he built huts for the Tsunami affected. In Kisna, he’s just doing the lead role, which even Keanu Reeves could have done. Period.

Katherine:

A white heroine, who would show her bare back at least thrice in the movie and do a Mandakini in Ram Teri Ganga Maili, Censor Board obliging. But no, our Censors didn’t. So does she at least feature in a Kiss? Na!

Reason for casting: Firang actress won’t have a problem going topless. Plus, International feel and flavour.

Guy’s Note: Things to do before I die: Tender firang actress who’s not even half my age. Tick.

Suderman’s take: Awaiting Director’s cut DVD to see if it was really worth casting her.

*Drool Drool*

Lady Tarzan:

Cast Isha Sharvani. Showcase her great bod and teach Antara a thing or two about what Naach could have been. Also showcase her specialisation: Half-Tarzan-Half-Yoga-Full-Circus-hanging-from-a-tree routine.

Reason for casting: Half-Tarzan-Half-Yoga-Full-Circus-hanging-from-a-tree routine.

Guy’s Note: Things to do before I die: Indian Lady Tarzan with flexible body. Tick.

Suderman’s take: Subhash, Man! You are one lucky Guy!

*Drool Drool*
Complete Screenplay of Kisna (Final Draft)
Start movie somehow with Aaj Tak trying to find out what the story really is when a really old firang diplomat comes to India and takes a dip in Ganga. (Thank you Guy, for sparing us the imagery of seeing this one do it in a dripping wet see-through white saree (like her younger version does in the movie before the killjoy Censors put their scissors there). As they grow up, Insert: Sharvani doing Half-Tarzan-Half-Yoga-Full-Circus-hanging-from-a-tree routine.

After 30 minutes of a build-up and showing the little triangle involving little Kisna and little Katherine and the making of Little Lady Tarzan. Some great camerawork and one awesome Udit Narayan number later, make Amrish Puri bump off Katherine’s father and send Kisna to her rescue. Insert: Sharvani doing Half-Tarzan-Half-Yoga-Full-Circus-hanging-from-a-tree routine.

The rest of the movie, make Kisna and Katherine on the run, as they escape Amrish Puri (who interestingly died, probably after watching rushes of this movie) evil Prince Harming and communal riots during Partition, thanks to Umrao Jaan wannabe (a fantastic Sush) and good Indian Samaritans Om Puri, Hrishita Bhat and Vivek Mushran. Insert: Sharvani doing Half-Tarzan-Half-Yoga-Full-Circus-hanging-from-a-tree routine.

After three struggling hours, Kisna fulfils his karm (protecting Katherine and getting up, close and personal with the babe after she takes a dip in the Ganga, Mandakini style) and dharm (getting married to Sharvani in between her doing Half-Tarzan-Half-Yoga-Full-Circus-hanging-from-a-tree routine). And the movie comes back to Aaj Tak and the old hag who wishes she (were) Rose from Titanic. (Thank you again Guy, for not repeating the Mandakini act with the firang!)

*Suderman flips through Guy’s scribbling pad curiously and finds it finally: Things to do before I die: Old Firang Hag*



Aha!

Review?

Pass. One viewing itself felt like suicide. A Re-view? Go find another idiot.

January 22, 2005 · by sudhishkamath


Vinod G (I’ll call him Vinodji for his noble deed) sent this artist’s impression of Udderwoman. Sensitive outraged Hindus and RSS affiliates can post comments in his blog. http:\\vinodg.blogspot.com. 😀 Posted by Hello

Udderwoman: Every super hero’s dream come true!

January 21, 2005 · by sudhishkamath

I’ve been thinking about this for a while.

The need to create a comic pair for Suderman.

After all, how long can he keep hitting on Mary Janes and Meri Jaans! Every superhero deserves his pair and after much deliberation and consideration, Udderwoman was created!

Yeah, this post comes after the author watched The Incredibles.

So what is Udderwoman really like?

Hmmm… To begin with, she can be quite an animal. And yeah, baby, she can be domesticated.

Udderwoman is every superhero’s fantasy woman come true.

She has horns. (And the adjective that goes with it… dirty mind, I’m talking about sharp!)

That’s cuz she’s a total cowgirl straight from the Westerns. She’s in possession of a treasure chest and try pinching it from her and she can kill you with her _oo_s (fill in the blanks… actually never mind, dirty mind, I’m talking about LOOKS. Come on, she’s not a fembot!)

And cuz of her bovine characteristics, the hump is her best feature. (yeah, I read you dirty mind. It’s not what you think!)

She lives on grass and hence is always high. She’s quite a Spice Girl when she sings ‘Mama.’ (Now imagine her wearing Spice Girl costumes and i can guarantee there’s going to be quite a lot of cleavage spilling out of her corset)

She has a rather bizarre effect on Suderman. She’s always the woman on top and after an intimate session, Suderman becomes Duderman, the milkman (like Peter Parker, the photographer). After a prolonged intimate session, he comes Duderdude!

Any connotation with Hindi words is clearly intended. But while we are at it, for the benefit of our Hindi readers, may it be said here that she has a rather unconventional but sexy bottom. Uska ajeeb roop hai, anokha dung hai jo paakane main bahut kaam aata hai (Translation: She has a rather strange utility that can be used while cooking!)

The amount of kaam she does, her photos need to be there in the Kamasutra (Note to self: Must add some pictures in Kamath’s version of the book). Every rural playboy would wish he had two of them for a HARD day’s work. Yeah, he could ride her all day, all night!

She’s so hawt and still the girl around the corner. She can be spicy, best when you have her for dinner rather than after dessert. No matter what your hunger is, Udderwoman can satisfy you. She knows the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach!

India worships her. Even the minorities WANT her to satisfy their human urges (er… hunger). Oh yeah, she has four legs and a tail and the rest of the material for this blog was pinched from my first standard essay on her. (I’ve had a crush on her since then! Sigh!)

Every other fictitious character refers to her. Yeah, Holy Cow! And yes, in case you are gay, remember she can be quite a guy (read: gaai) too!

Now, if only a woman could do all this. Now, you know why she’s every man and superhero’s fantasy come true!! He he!


CON-TEST

WANTED: Here’s your chance to create a superhero. Email me sketches of what Udderwoman could look like. She can’t look like a cow for logistical and cosmetic reasons. She needs to look human and hawt and yet ooze the abovementioned qualities of a cow! Email it to madeinmadras@gmail.com and I’ll put it up along with this post with due credit. What you thought? That there’s a cash prize?? 😛

When I refused to do ‘Field work’!

January 18, 2005 · by sudhishkamath

Yeah, shit happens. So does scatological humour in this blog. So don’t say you weren’t warned. This blog might not be in good taste but taste is the last thing on your mind when you see shit.

Well, the funny thing about it at the grassroots level is that they actually want you to do it in the fields.

Yeah, I didn’t have the luxury of staying at a hotel cuz the villages I went to work in were all kinda remote. We stayed at a construction site in Killai, which is exactly half way between Cuddalore and Nagapattinam. Killai is supposed to be among the neglected areas and there are about 15 villages around the place I stayed at, volunteering for AID India.

So this construction site was like home to all of us volunteers – some 30 of us and all the men (two thirds of the population) slept in one room in the first floor. No fans but then, there were no windows either. So it was as good as an air-conditioned room with the chill of the night keeping us adequately warm under the thick blankets and straw mats played the role of mattresses that we from the city are so used to.

The mobile phone signal was weak and one had to go to the terrace (which we called the communication tower) to make a call and send messages. We had to pick plates from the backyard, get our food and then wash the plates ourselves and put them back in the backyard for others to do the same.

The water tank (thotti) in the backyard doubled up as a wash-basin and a bath-tub as volunteers merrily jumped in to have a bath in the open. So far so good. It was fun indeed.

So what was the problem?

There was no unload area for the stock consumed during the day. Yeah, no pot. No toilets. “Do it in the field,” a helpful volunteer suggested. “I went early in the morning when not many people are around,” said another. My friend who was down from his film school in Kolkata to help with the video said: “When in Rome…” Later, he came back and said it was all good but for a few “logistical issues” which he didn’t want to explain. But it was a task well executed thanks to toilet paper donated by a woman friend, who, of course had the privilege of being taken to the only house in the area which had a western style commode. The rest of the womenfolk too had access to it.

I was half ready for this situation and was pretty confident that my system would co-operate.

So I declined the offer to do it in the fields. That’s when I realised that work at the grassroots meant that shit only happens in the field. Also realised why city-based volunteers don’t stay long enough. They just come for a day or two, talk to victims, stay in hotels (if available around) and then go back to their luxuries of designer bathrooms and comfy commodes.

Then on, we had nothing else to talk about but this. Should we steal one of those pots used to fetch water and use it as a commode? Or should we sit at the edge of the terrace parapet in the middle of the night and download into the garden below and “fertilise the soil” as my film-school friend described the functionality of the ritual in Indian villages.

Day One passed peacefully. Day Two was good too. So was Day Three. But my friend was sceptical about my system. “Nature has been calling you for a while now and you aren’t picking up her calls. She’s been sending smses till now. If you don’t respond there’s soon going to be a Tsunami after lunch.”

He was right. Day three was stretching it a bit too long. But my system hadn’t actually started protesting, so I was still confident. But then after dinner I figured that they locked the gates of the place we were staying in. So I can’t really rush out to the fields even if I had to.

That was a day we had another half a dozen volunteers landing up and there was no place to sleep but outside the house. I was glad in a way. At least there was an escape route, just in case I felt the dormant volcano erupting.

Fortune favours the brave they say and yes, it did. There were other sort of disturbances that night though. A cat jumped on a friend sleeping next to me and he got up shit scared. Wasn’t I glad it didn’t pounce on me.

Day Four afternoon, we reached Pondicherry on our way back home. My system told me it could hold on till I got to Madras but then once I got into the loo. The lovely sight of a commode made me compassionate towards my co-operative system. I’ll spare you the details of what happened next but yeah!

For me, relief work happened four days after I did relief work for the villages around Killai.

We celebrated with a late lunch at Sea Gulls Pondicherry, which is right next to the sea. An Orange Bacardi Breezer, heavenly Chilly Gobi, Egg Biryani…. A holiday, finally.

Never mind the irony of the situation – the plight of those we went to help along the coast, just a few kilometres south.

Strange alright, but hey, it all went down well cuz we knew we did our bit.

What did we exactly do? Well, I might blog about that later. Just wanted to break the monotony of the last few serious posts. He he!

The need to know when to stop

January 10, 2005 · by sudhishkamath

Well, I really didn’t wanna post anything till I found something funny to write about cuz people are beginning to wonder if I’m really okay… most posts this year have been er… heavy!

But guess what, here’s another from the introspective mood!

This post is triggered off by a comment that appeared a few minutes ago in a post I made a coupla months back but that was just the catalyst. The last few months I’ve been playing agony uncle to people stuck in hopeless love situations. Where girl/boy likes boy/girl but boy/girl has said NO to it.

In one case, it was the boy saying the NO sweetly yet cutting off from the girl lest he gives her any hope. And now girl likes him even more cuz of the way he said No! Hmph! She blames him for not putting effort in getting to know her. Arghhh! But why should he when he’s not interested?? Girl calls hers a “utopian romance” and wants to wait for him. *Face turns red and wants to explode*

Anyway, back to our post… *Deep breath*

In another case, boy just wants to wait for the girl to fall for him, without telling her. But guess what, he knows she doesn’t see him that way. So he’s just being there for her, for the last two years. And she’s just treated him like shit. “My love is unconditional,” says my friend, inspired by Dil Chahta Hai Akshaye Khanna. “I know it’s not gonna work. I know she does not care. I’m sorry if I wud hurt when she comes to know this but yes, it is true that I love her and I’m not sorry for that.”

In the other case, boy said NO about three years ago but girl says she can’t get over and meets boy2 who does a lil clinical therapy on the girl (rebound theory: give someone who is ‘getting over’ a lot of attention and they’ll fall for you temporarily and get over previous obsession/love/infatuation/relationship). Girl falls for boy2 as planned and they break up predictably too (cuz of inter-continental distance, family attachments and other reasonable reasons), and girl uses boy1 as shoulder in the process of getting over. So far good. Now imagine… Girl actually goes back and tells boy1 that she still loves him.

*Blood pressure shoots up again*

Boy1 is so freaked out. He told her NO a long while ago, and then last year and now again. In as many words. “No. Not now. Never Ever.” And has said that 2005 times. (A little exaggeration of course, but you get the picture!)

Girl sends mail after mail saying how much she cried and how no one can blame her for falling in love and that she will live with that and that she can’t get to move on.

*Clenches fist and then tries to meditate*

*Deep breath*

* * *

I HATE it when people dunno when they should stop trying.

I know that’s an extreme reaction cuz hate is a strong word. But yes, hate!

Which is why I thought 7/G Rainbow Colony was such a wrong movie, no matter how good was.

I’m so tired of telling people to MOVE ON.

Getting over is a difficult process I know. Been there. Most of us have.

But moving on is a different thing altogether.

Without making an effort to MOVE ON, you’re never ever gonna GET OVER.

Every failed relationship is like this milestone that tells you that your destination is a little away. You just can’t sit on you ass there and cry like it’s some frikkin tombstone. Nobody died. But yeah, those sentimental, sit and cry for a bit but don’t make that your full-time job. It’s not gonna take you anywhere. Or is it?

When I say MOVE ON, I’m talking about this effort to leave the milestone and keep walking. You don’t know who you’re gonna meet at the next crossroad. (Oh, I love that last scene in ‘Castaway’). Even that person may not be the destination, and he/she might end up being just another milestone but that’s a calculative risk we all need to take cheerfully, instead of doing it with cynicism and carrying emotional luggage from the past into this journey. In fact, no person is ever gonna be the destination. Every person you meet is just a companion… either for a while, or for a longer while.

(Whoa! What timing — Song playing in the background:

Yeh Raasta Hai Keh Raha Ab Mujhse

Milne ko Koi yaahan ab tujhe Se…

Yun Hi Chala Chal Rahi…

Jeevan Gaadi Hai Samay Paiyya)

So yeah, it’s destination death and life’s one long journey, best travelled on the HIGH-way!

I’m not saying forget the milestone. Milestones are important, they make the journey memorable and the souvenirs of that town you left make the journey worth it. You can always come back to visit that milestone and laugh over it with your companion.

But that’s all later. First, you need to get your ass off the milestone.

Walk. Take a lift. Do what it takes but don’t run away and exhaust yourself.

So that was happy premise # 1:

MOVE ON, you will eventually GET OVER.

Happy premise # 2:

Learn to respect the other person’s decision. But not with hate or bitterness. Be realistic. Pleading and begging for a relationship was never gonna make a good foundation for a healthy relationship which needs equality and balance of give and take. Besides, as much as you may think it is easy, saying NO to someone who loves you is the sickest job. Even if you enjoy hearing it, the person rejecting you does not feel too good about saying it. So don’t make it difficult for the person. He/She’s always gonna put it in a nice way and sensitively. So don’t dig or dissect the reasons or take them too seriously. A ‘No’ means ‘No.’ ‘Never Ever’ means ‘Never Ever.’ And those who are doing this unpleasant job of saying No, please say it in that many words. Don’t say ‘Not Now.’ Say ‘Never Ever.’

‘Not Now’ only makes hopeless romantics hold on.

Happy Premise # 3:

Attention someone gives you after he/she says No is purely out of compassion and friendship. It’s a pure relationship. Do NOT violate that purity or encroach upon it with your romantic interest in that person. A shoulder given for a friend and a shoulder given for a lover are two different things. Don’t use the shoulder and say: “Can you blame me? You are so nice.” That sucks.

The compassion, love and attention provided to you, after the person has said ‘No. Never Ever’ is like the Mom’s compassion, love and attention to her child while breastfeeding the kid. It’s best when the kid understand that it’s a kid that needs milk. Not when the child thinks it is for its pleasure. Yeah, that’s how sick I think it is for you to take advantage of a friend’s intimacy and ask for love.

Respect the sanctity of friendship. It’s something that is always taken for granted. And that’s the third and final premise.

With that, I’ve got it all out. Phew!

*Now, I feel good*

Why?

January 6, 2005 · by sudhishkamath
I wonder why…


– People want to believe they are so different from the others. Don’t we all need almost the same things from life? Family, Space, Time, Happiness, Love, Friends? As much as we want to believe we are different, I think most of us (if not all of us) need the same things. How can we all be so different with almost the same physical features and emotional needs? We all want to love and be loved. We all want Mom and Dad. We all want money and to have a good time with friends. And sometimes, we all want to be alone. That doesn’t make us weird. It just makes us human.

– People want to be so politically correct about everything. “Oh, you mean you were just going out with her, not dating her”? How different is seeing someone different from dating someone as different from going out with someone regularly, I still do not understand! At the other end of the spectrum, when I tell my friends I was out with any female friend of mine for second consecutive day, they tend to say, “Oh! Your latest girlfriend?” and yes, I too tend to say what has now become a chorus in office: “Gimme a break, she’s not my girlfriend.” Is it that big a deal for people to admit “Yeah, I like this girl/guy and I’m getting to know her/him.” Aren’t they all stages of a relationship? Getting to know somewhere becomes dating or seeing each other and some day becomes what is known as “going around” or a committed relationship. What is that human urge to label relationships, which to some extent is understandable, but even the stages?? Tch Tch!

– People do not realise the value of what they have and start cribbing only when they lose it. Haven’t we all seen that happen? Reminds me of that Bryan Adams song, ‘Baby when you’re gone, I realised I’m in love.’ It’s not just love. It’s the same with friends. Or just things. I missed my bike most when it went for service. I was busy kicking it the rest of the time when it was with me. (But duh, bikes don’t start without the kicks, cut the drama out!) I missed the dial-up Internet at home when it was gone. I miss my good old Windows 98. And the new Windows XP sucks! Or maybe I should get used to it.

– Most nice people are considered boring. A friend told me she had a coupla really nice guys for friends but no, she can’t see herself attracted to them. I can almost see what she means. People do find nice people boring. Even I find some of my nice women friends boring. Hmmmm! So… I’m going to be an asshole. Women only seem to like em. he he! But seriously, I think evil adds character to a person. Good is really monotone. Back to my take on balance and equilibrium. There needs to be good and evil in a person, and of the right balance to make the character interesting or at least exciting. On second thoughts, maybe it’s this search for adventure and character that leads to failed relationships. Good is boring all right, but hey… at least reliable and makes you feel good at the end of the day. At least, you don’t feel used at the end of the day.

– The most interesting people are always miles away. Cuz the grass is always greener? Well, I find some wonderful people online, I just got done chatting with a couple of people I met online — one, a few weeks ago and another just two days ago. Today, they are like best buddies. You hit off almost instantly with them, but that’s also cuz you are more open to people you think you’re never ever gonna meet. And soon before you know it, a bond is created. The romantically foolish fall for it, but then virtual relationships are also the easiest to get over. So why not take the learning from it and implement it to the real world… Now, if only we were this open to people we knew in real life, you never know who could turn out to be that special person. Besides, it’s easier to trust real people in your space/city/town.

– We have to be complicated or pretend to lead complicated lives. Why do we all put a halo around a simple thing as love? It isn’t something that needs months or years to figure out! It’s the simplest thing in the planet. Ah! I can just think of this one out-of-this-world line from Notting Hill when Julia Roberts tells Hugh Grant: “I’m just a girl asking a boy to love her.” Can’t real life relationships be that simple ever?

– I’m still single. Well, let’s just say I’m still waiting for that girl to tell this boy in that many words. *Sigh* 🙂

The right turns and traffic signals of life!

January 5, 2005 · by sudhishkamath

One hour of the time I am awake, I spend on the roads.

That’s like 10 per cent of my day is spent on road.

It is this one hour a day that has taught me some of the most profound lessons of life. The metaphors are too many if you start with this analogy. First, apologies to Shakespeare.

All the world’s a road and we are mere travellers.

Flash cut: Aadmi Musafir Hota Hai, Hero… Aata Hai, Jaata Hai…
— Billa (Sanjay Dutt in Musafir)
What do I love most about the road and the traffic?
The philosophy that flashes from a traffic signal.
Stop. Relax. Go. Stop. Relax. Go. Stop. Relax. Go.
It’s those lights that provide a rhythm to our everyday lives. We set out, get caught in the traffic, some times overspeed overlooking beautiful moments, try to sneak past the STOP line as the amber comes on and ultimately STOP when we don’t have a choice. We RELAX for a bit and go again, resume the journey of life.
Yes, I find the whole thing spiritual. It applies to all of us. At every crucial junction of life, we need that constant reminder. Slow Down. Don’t Rush. Give others a chance too. Breathe. Go.
The way we ride makes us the people we are. Rash. Or Patient. Adventurous. Or Cautious. Disciplined. Or Going with the flow.
Go Slow boards. U-Turn signs. The speed-breakers. The cops. The guy overtaking you at the signal and the other honking behind when the light is RED. The old woman crossing the road. The beggars at the signal. The poor cyclist who has to fight for his space in the motorised world. The guy in the backseat of a Mercedes reading a newspaper oblivious to the world outside. The girl with the salwar covering her face to protect her from dust and the evil eye of men. The family of four on a motorcycle as the baby looks at you from the mother’s shoulder. The fishcart. The rash autorickshaw driver who nearly got you killed. And the girl inside it talking to her boyfriend. Characters from different ends of a spectrum, people and situations who make life larger than what it seems to be, all wait at the great leveller — The Zebra Crossing. For their turn to move on.
You can either wait patiently, or keep honking. But you can move, only when the light goes GREEN.
So, don’t take that hand/leg off the accelerator. Keep your eyes open. Your time, will come.

What I really want to do this year!

January 3, 2005 · by sudhishkamath

Things to do – 2005.



Immediate:

# Meet with my wonderful team and come up with a game plan to shoot with least amount of money before night shift ends.

# Do my bit towards the relief work. Hope to spend time in Nagapattinam and Cuddalore for at least four days after this night shift ends. Heard there’s a shortage of volunteers.

# Also spend as much quality time as possible with Ms.Sphinx cuz I just love spending time with her. Yes, I don’t know where it’s going but the journey is always more exciting than the destination, right? 🙂

# Finish my pending stories for Metro Plus. Damn!

# Get something nice for my parents. Their anniversary’s happening on 26th this month.



By end of the year:

# Get organised. Like, learn to wake up at the right side of the noon.

# Get back to gymming but that’s after movie, cuz I’m bound to lose weight during shoot.

# Start and finish my second film, whether or not the first gets complete.

# Get my own editing set-up established at home. Additional cost: Rs.20,000

# Buy myself a 3-CCD Mini DV camera from Singapore. Total Cost: Rs.80,000

# Learn driving and buy a car, which means I need a new job. Cost: Rs.1,20,000 (second-hand)

# Float my company, Made In Madras InkOperated, which will produce every first time filmmaker’s dream. But first, guys, let me make mine 😛

# Hope to love and be loved. Now, who wouldn’t want that? 🙂

Hmmm! Simple needs huh?

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