So, I didn’t keep my word. Every now and then, I make promises that I don’t end up keeping.
And I read somewhere the other day that we should talk about what we’ve achieved only after we do rather than when we’re thinking of going about it.
So, I’m going to keep mum for now.
I’ll talk about how I’m feeling inspired instead. And give you the backstory before that.
I was in a car accident this afternoon. Thank God nothing happened to me physically. But that doesn’t discount the mental trauma I went through. I tried to get over it. But it flipped something in my brain, obviously. I was very upset. It brought unpleasant memories to the fore. I cried a little. And then I thought I’d watch a movie. So, I asked for recommendations on my social networks for a pick-me-up movie. I watched the trailers of the recommendations that came in. And I decided to watch Leap Year. At that point, it had not registered with me that the film had been inspired by Jab We Met. Half-way through the film, I realise the similarities between both movies. And that just made me happy. Because I’m a huge huge Imtiaz Ali fan. And obviously, that’s why I was drawn to watch Leap Year. That means I’m consistent with my taste. And there is scope to adapt something you like.
During the movie, I received a phone call. I opened myself up to my friend and spoke about my feelings. I’m smiling after the movie and feeling much better.
On Sunday (21st June 2015), I’m hosting Movie Talk on Sunday (#MTOS) on Twitter at 8pm GMT.
I’ll post a question every 10 minutes from my Twitter handle (@dhruvis). You can join in the discussion by tweeting your answer beginning with the question number and hashtagging #MTOS.
I’ve chosen to discuss Shakespeare’s film adaptations.
I feel compelled to warn you. This doesn’t end like a film. It is like a film though. And there are references to films. But it doesn’t end like a film. So you can get a tub of popcorn and tissues.
She was in a foreign country and she was finally studying the course she had always wanted to. She was on her own and could have exercised her freedom. But the course was so absorbing, she swapped the partying with sleeping and going out with writing or homework. But as is the case with these things, watching films was part of the course and mandatory for students like her.
Sometimes I think writers like to be loners. They like to brood in their thoughts. They will only make conversation with somebody that intellectually stimulates them. She was no exception.
If you ask me, “What do you do?”, my reply will be, “I write.”
Ever since I’ve come back from studying screenwriting in Los Angeles, I’ve lost my sparkle and drive.
But every day is a new beginning and every promise has hope.
So I am challenging myself to write for 2 hours every day and hoping to make you a part of it.
Here’s the plan: I’m going to write for a minimum of 2 hours every day and post a piece of it on the blog. If you like it and are the first to leave a comment on the blog, I will get in touch with you and send you a token of appreciation. Sound good?
So… wait for it. The first post is coming up next. :)
It’s a Sunday morning and what better way to start the day than with some music? Here’s what I’m listening to:
1. Are You There – Mono
2. Things I’d Do For You – Astronomyy
3. Box You Up – Natania Lalwani