August 29, 2005

GOD only knows what is going to happen!

My trip to home was fine on rakhi. now I have to go back to Sanawad this weekend to explain my Dad what is going on.

I hope he will understand.


August 23, 2005

Today I got a confirmation mail from New York Film Academy for admission in one year course in film direction. I don’t know how I am going to arrange for the fee…! this time around I am lost.

the total expences will be Rs.16,00,000/- that means $ 35,000/- .

God please help me. I dont want to miss this opportunity of my life time.

I am getting goosebumps and butterflies in my stomach. Please heavens! Help me.

A dream is taking a shape. A boy is on his journey to manhood and he is ready to fight for his dreams. Is it possible that he will win?

The dreams meet us when we are asleep, they make a mark on our hearts and they can only change the destiny. Have faith in your dreams. If you dont have dreams, you dont have much.

Wait for me… I am coming there.

The Destination

The Destination:

In India, we have a lot of film institutes but not the resources. The need of professional attitude is present in all the institutes and it also present in an unmovable place in the industry. The big-fish-will-eat-small-fish attitude never lets any one come inside.

The etiquettes and professionalism of Hollywood is worldwide known and is famous for its techniques and vision. The fresh ideas and hold on the resources makes Hollywood world’s best moviemaker. I can learn not only the technology but also the etiquettes of Hollywood and world cinema too.

In my opinion the vision, devotion, resources, techniques and professionalism are the keys to success in the world of cinema. I am standing at the doors of my dreams. Am I allowed to knock?

The Decision

The Decision:

Growing up in India means growing up in dreams and facing the harsh realities of life. A country of Culture, Cricket, Food and Cinema i.e. Bollywood. To get up and fight for dreams, to make them come true and making life an unforgettable journey of memories and cherish is never an easy task.

From my early childhood I have seen a lot of films, as India is the country, which makes the highest number of films per year in the world. When I was 14, I clearly got the idea that I can choose the medium as a career. I never told this to anyone, as I was afraid of people laughing at me on my thought. Being from a typical middle class family where both my parents are teachers, the dream only survived in my lonely long wide-awake nights. My hands worked as a camera frame and kept shooting with my eyes in a medium naming brain. At 16, the year I finished my school, I decided on going with direction.

A promise has been made. A journey has been started. After my college, I joined C-DAC (A Ministry of IT Govt. of India subsidiary) for the course of Multimedia and Arts. From graphic design to web designing and Audio/Visual Editing, 2D and 3D modeling and animation, I got the proper idea that my dreams were not fooling me. I was sure that sometime, someday I can achieve what was a dream of a 14 year old whose class mates only discussed about there new physical developments and girls.

Watching movies made only for masses to make them forget all the reality and worries, making them laugh and cry at any rate, watching movies which made the biggest stars and heroes and all the epics alive, and living movies all my life made me break all the barriers and this time I am taking my first step toward a journey which is my decision, destination and destiny.

There is an old Indian saying, which is loosely translated as “One who has courage and truth in his heart, wins in the end. Always.”

August 17, 2005

Ok, I am going to Indore today and will reach Sanawad next morning or I say afternoon for Rakhi. I have not purchased anything for my little sis, as I am planning to take her for shopping. I think this will be the best idea and she will like it.

Rakhi at Sanawad always brings a lot of memories together. Urmila didi used to come at our home for almost 3 days to celebrate Rakhi. After birth of my sister and Urmila di’s third child, she stopped coming to Sanawad.

Sometimes, when we are happy, joyfull, funny and enjoying our lives, people just dont notice. But when we are in serious bad mood and mess up the situations the things cannt be explained to a certain someone.

Whenever I goofed up, messed up and hitted the floor hard, gave pain to my family and myself, did things so shamefull and under just plain anger, only one other family was always there. Urmila didi and her husband, Jhavare jijaji.

YES!!! I want to say, I am sorry to them. I always hurt them and always got love in return.

I know, I am not going to see Urmila didi this Rakhi, but I am praying, any way… please god… let me say I am so sorry for the things that I did. Always.

August 16, 2005

The festival of Rakshabandhan is coming on 19th, and I am going to Sanawad after 2 months. I went to Mahabaleshwar and Panchagani with Gaurav and Vikky Bhai, here is the pic and I think I look cool in it wearing the denim jacket. I always like to hang out with friends and visit different places. After this trip I can assure you, although the place is cool but I am more in love with sun sand and sea.

I think the beaches are the best place in the world to visit. As you know the rains are pouring in and there was no way to go to Konkan, the beach territory of Maharashtra, A western state of India, We all agreed on Mahabaleshwar. Gaurav almost fall from the mountain, but we made a human chain to pull him out. It was almost a shock. But fun came when he slipped again and hitted the ground with his face. Alright!!!! he got some pain, but he was the one wearing slippers after all. We tried to tell him but he was not listening. He will never visit mountains or wear slippers. The bag, his cloths and all people supporting him got themselves dirty in the red mud.


It was a scene.

next time I will visit some place with SUN SEA & SAND.


OKEY! I cannt visit there, but on sunday, I, Atrey, Ankit and Kedar went to watch the movie: MADAGASCAR! and it was fun.

I like to move it move it! He like to move it move it! you like to move it move it! They like to move it move it!



August 11, 2005

My life in Pune, India, as a web designer is going good. Looking back at times when I left home to make a mark on the world seems painful yet gives me strength. Papa and mummy and my little sis, everyone came to drop me to the bus stop. The decesion has been taken. A boy left home on his journy to manhood.

Some times I think the life is some how about just to settle down on this planet on our own. Doing our jobs, earning some good money, getting married and having kids, teaching them how to survieve and die.

But I am sure this is not all. I love my home in Sanawad, which is 70 K.M. south from Indore, the business capital for M.P.,the centre state of India. I.T. is growing so the country. My decesion of going into Multimedia and becoming an Animator and Web Designer came as a shock to my parents as they were not aware of what am I upto! But I am sure they are happy now. Still, they dont have a clue about what I do. 🙂

Sanawad is a small town with a population of 60,000 and surrounded by small villages and farms. The geography puts Sanawad under Nimar and its a really hot place or I say we get all the weathers for quite reasonable time. Max temp. 45 degrees….. and Min temp. 7 degrees… good rains and lots of fun.

I was pampered with the most care and love as much my parents can give since my birth was the moment they were waiting since 16 years after their wedding. My dad is now 63 and will get retierment from his Higher Secondary Lecturership job next year. My mummy is also a school teacher. The generation gap always remains there but I know the moments of happiness cannt be measured by any parametre they get after they look at me.

We shifted to Sanawad in 1984, a year and a half later my birth. My earliest memories of Sanawad starts when I was only three year old and television were getting just introduction in India, I used to make my mummy waiting outside a television show room and fighting my way inside to have a look at the box with moving pictures.

Then we shifted our house into another locality, Railway Station Road, and I got a new interest. Bigger than TV, much Bigger. TRAINS. Whenever I here the sound of a train, since we lived very near to the railway station and rail track was just 100 meters away from our home, I jump with pleasure and exitement causing my parents worries and terror boath together.

They tried to stop me as heard as they can, but trains are something they themselves can’t resist. We all go to the small town railway platform for a evening walk after dinner and I always asked the station master, ” When the train will come? ” . And always the answer never changed, ” 9 O’Clock. ” . He started to recognise me.

Apart from trains, I got one more new friend. My first friend. Sumit. Sumit Tuteja. He is just four days older than me. I was four than. We got admission to the nursary together and than kindergarten. I think Sumit deserves a lot more explanation than just these two lines. Life went on and my first friend got lost in the crowed.