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Oct 25 2008

Dreams: Script writing on the trip!

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If you look back at cinema from its inception, one of the most workable justifications for playing out something totally outrageous and uncanny was to just make the protagonist DREAM. In the case of Indian Cinema, due to the lack of breath taking vista’s in the vicinity of the slums that our protagonist lives, and due to the inability of our maker’s to dream the least, the scenario plays out very well to justify dancing in the woods of Europe and we are left with staring at the botany showcase of the region’s flora. But to make a point – DREAM’s actually give the writers some of the most exciting prospects to put their creativity to best use and come-up with something that totally knock’s the wind out of the viewer. 

I was recently listening to Charlie Kauffman on National Public Radio (like All India Radio), who happens to be in my top three scriptwriter’s that I have read (the other’s being Aaron Sorkin & Woody Allen – in that order) where he takes on the subject of dreams and justifies/attributes it some of the most incredible idea’s of his over the past decade of his work. In Adaptation – the concept of writing a writer who is trying to write a script about a writer trying to write – so simple yet so tremendously difficult, Charlie says, is a product of his dreams. How otherwise would you think up of stuff? Ok, you go to bed with some half formed thoughts but deep in sub-conscious state, the churnings of the brain take those half-baked idea’s and take then through a ride – a ride that you so often wish you can capture, but you just can’t. Well, if your Charlie Kauffman maybe! 

One example I would like to give here – How many of you regular PFC author’s or to that matter cine-buff’s who after catching a late show the night before – wake up with a start the next day morning with some concrete idea on how to say what you feel on that white screen in front of you? You know what you are going to say because your sub-conscious mind has digested the cinema and it all becomes so clear to you as to what it all meant but try putting it down on a piece of paper and you hit a dead wall! 

Going back to Charlie, another example is Eternal Sunshine of Spotless Mind that he so brilliantly wrote. The basic premise there again is to successfully get rid of Clementine’s (Kate Winslet) thought’s, Joel (Jim Carrey – wasn’t he SUPERB!) has to erase everything belonging to her physically from his surroundings so that the deep-subconscious does not get triggered due to it’s association – again – the physician’s explained there was that dreams could still trigger deep emotional feelings that the normal conscious would not. 

So, what’s the deal with dreams? Why are they so vivid at times, yet so bizarre that on some days you just think about how could such a thing be? My friend tells me she has recurring dreams of her floating in the air like that shot from “The Big Lebowlski” where when he get’s knocked out, he just floats in the sunshine. The fact still remains that some of the most creative ideas that you would probably have had in one’s life have had their metamorphosis in one’s dreams as total abstractions that initially make one question the very plausibility of such incidents – but in the end, it makes, so much sense! Or at least for me it does. 

As someone who has been struggling for the past 6 month’s to complete my first story, there are day’s when I just fall asleep on the ride back from work where a part that I am struck unravels in front of my eyes, with such congruence to what I am thinking that it seems so right but when I try to interpret them, they just don’t make no sense. It’s like a constant battle between Angels and Demon’s in my head where the Angels rule the world of sleep and the demon’s, possibly influenced by everything materialistic, just overpower the Angles to rule what I write. Is it due to my incapability to draw what my brain could come-up with, or should these just be inner personal thoughts – like inner entertainment for those 6-8hrs of sleep. 

An argument that could be made here is story-telling is nothing but a much emancipated form of putting words to fantasies that one has to enchant the audience. Yes, great fantasies are amazing stories and I for one digg anything that is supremely fantasized but from Comic Books to absolute goblin thrillers, there is a certain baseline to imagination – they are made believable, like the way Roy Walker (Lee Pace) tells Alexandria (Catinca Untaru) the story of the 5 hero’s in “The Fall” to extract his own revenge on the Star who steals his Girl. Brilliant Visuals and absolute classic interweaving of time-period’s, but at some level believable. But take Donnie Darko, the man with the bunny costume, the jet engine crashing, the prophecy – that’s interpretation of dreams very well told.

 I am sure most of you who are reading this have had numerous dreams that just defied every societal demon in your head. Extreme danger, wild rides, grossly exaggerated behavior of one’s self – these are just a few scenarios’ in the whole web of imaginative trip that your mind takes you every time you close your eyes, which just leaves with this one belief that every individual only needs to posses the power to interpret one’s dreams – if one chooses to become a creative fiction writer – as only a sleeping mind can take you to places that waking life would just not comprehend.

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Jan 15 2008

My Sis’s Poem’s

A few days back I received a mail from my sis regarding a side of hers that i had absolutely no clue of. Poetry!

http://rockgoddess4eva.blogspot.com/

Let her know what you think… BTW, at 15 I had never heard of the word alchemist let alone knowing what it meant. Kids!

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Nov 6 2007

Love in Boston

And it was raining that day…

On a clear thursday morning a boy with a black branded T-Shirt gets off a bus in Syracuse, NY. Happy Days playing loudly on his branded Apple IPOD, he sways to old times. Love is in the air and he is out there to claim it.

The girl says no at first but the boy who believes in Mani Sir’s interpretation of Love puts his foot down and thunder’s – “Come With Me!”. The girl meekly follows. Taking a long bus ( branded off course.. duhh!) ride through the long winding freeways of upstate NY, the boy cannot seem to get rid of the visions of every Illayaraja composition with a little bit of Talvin Singh thrown in. Only if there was Grey Goose ( $30 per 500ml) vodka to go with the setting and ohh… holy j(h)esus friggin christ, don’t foget the orange juice ( Not Canned, but fresh ).

The bus finds its way to the new love city of Martin Scorsese where the winter chill is just about to bring tender hearts closer to reality of the bad world of love. Our boy leads on to show the wonders of the city that walks like the true namesake of Prema Desam’s ( aka Kadal Desam .- U tamil patronizing snob!!! ) charming “let’s share all” hero. He glorifies the deeds of every back alley film shot in those sub-urban streets with a healthy dose of what Beautiful Minds achieved in the hollowed portals of immortal universities to his sweetheart. Holding Hands they went Good will Hunting until the rain brought out some honest questions which were conveniently not heard thanks to the ofcourse branded IPOD! Shankar Yuvan Raja came handy there.

2 days of bliss… 2 days of final fantasy. The script has all the ingredients but the climax was guessed by all it seems. Too dyamm our boy’s evil twin, the man riding the bike all alone with a swirls of puff coming out to the beats of his oft confused self, Mahesh Babu, was not there to stir up the courage to answer the questions . But they shall be asked when thans giving shall be celebrated at the much hated harbinger of all happiness to our boy, but coming back… 2 days! Ohh those 2 days!

Will the love finally find the right conclusion? Will our Mani “I have no time to write a script” Verma claim his love? Its any body’s guess Ladies and Gentle-Man but lets all pray… pray that this ending has a golden sunset!

P.S: Personal Post.. obv reference’s!

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Jan 28 2007

Thanks!

In the abyss I look, I see a picture of myself,

Torn in the past, all stitched up now,

Wounds are healing, slow and all,

But good times are what I fear,

Will they last? Will they all be real?

I am plain happy now, on the edge at times,

But thanks for what is all that I have now,

Please it last for a while, I have never been used it before,

And I ll offer a prayer and say thanks.

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Oct 7 2006

Am bad at writing…

I am not writing these days…

There is a lot of substance to write but i am not…

I am not writing because i am not able to write…

I am a bad writer…

I am yet to find the passion of writing…

writing is about isolation from the diversions of the mind, passion and concept…

writing needs a mind…

I can’t write…

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