Shot this 2 years back. Watch it when you have time. Good to see that the blog is active yet again:)
http://www.vimeo.com/11326900
Monday, May 3, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
I say nein! To prove it, here's something that's not about a film, it's about a comic called 'The Bear'. In the comic, the polar bear, at some point, drinks water from the commode. So maybe this piece belongs on our blogsite?
Tilly and the polar bear had had a long time of quiet, about three years now. Tilly had been lounging in front of the TV in unchanged socks and a rather smelly T-shirt. Everything in the house smelt. Of unopened pages, silverworm and yawns.
The polar bear had been in and out of the house, vacillating between the polar ice caps and the various rooms and staircase landings of Tilly’s place. He didn’t think it was fair in the least that in the story, he was supposed to be at Tilly’s for exactly a day and a night, but that in real life he was stuck in this book forever. He was bored of Tilly’s place. For one thing, it was a house and a huge animal like him just can’t help but feel squeezed crazy within box-like rooms. Box-like rooms in the boxy squares of a comic.
Then, the drawings of Arctic snow and the ocean were very few and basic, and so far he hadn’t been able to travel so he could really feel the ice of it all, feel at home the way a polar bear should. It worried him that he couldn’t, a mild worry that was like an old itch in the toe or something.
Tilly’s parents were lucky that way. They were only 2-dimensional characters, so, like the drawings of furniture, commode and bathtub, they weren’t really alive. Just their eyes moved sometimes. But not Tilly and polar bear. Their author, Richard, had loved them so, they’d come alive. But three years of silence and unopened pages, and they didn’t exactly feel like thanking him for it.
Sitting on the kitchen floor and scratching his slightly-itchy toe, polar bear heard a shout.
“Hey poley!” Tilly was no longer the excitable, wonderstruck 7-year-old she’d been when Richard first drew her, so her excitement surprised polar bear into rolling along into the living room to see what it was about.
“Earthquake!” Tilly said, pushing her hair back, then taking the stairs two at a time to get to her bedroom. “Get in position.”
“You’re s'posed to be outside the house,” she called down at him as she changed into her pyjamas and shoved the smelly T under the bed. “Go hide behind the snowbank.”
So she was in bed in frame one of the comic, where her ma was kissing teddy and her goodnight. And he was ambling out to the snowbank.... when the teacher pulled ‘The Bear’ out from behind the encyclopedias in her bookshelf to read to her new class.
Tilly, 7-years-old again, sleepy, just about to meet her only friend, the polar bear that would come to her out of the snow one night.
And polar bear, again, awesome as a mountain.
When teacher opened the book, Tilly felt a huge wave of warm, fresh air clear out the smells of her house, her world. Her’s and polar bear’s story met, page by page, 20 goggle-eyed kids in a distant suburb of a big city close to the equator. They were chattering in a strange language as the teacher began to read and in a bit, their eyes grew huge at the sight of poley coming through her bedroom window. Tilly could see how some of them wanted to just jump into the story.
Tilly took a big breath of air. “Hello,” she thought to call to them. “y'all there, hello!”
Tilly and the polar bear had had a long time of quiet, about three years now. Tilly had been lounging in front of the TV in unchanged socks and a rather smelly T-shirt. Everything in the house smelt. Of unopened pages, silverworm and yawns.
The polar bear had been in and out of the house, vacillating between the polar ice caps and the various rooms and staircase landings of Tilly’s place. He didn’t think it was fair in the least that in the story, he was supposed to be at Tilly’s for exactly a day and a night, but that in real life he was stuck in this book forever. He was bored of Tilly’s place. For one thing, it was a house and a huge animal like him just can’t help but feel squeezed crazy within box-like rooms. Box-like rooms in the boxy squares of a comic.
Then, the drawings of Arctic snow and the ocean were very few and basic, and so far he hadn’t been able to travel so he could really feel the ice of it all, feel at home the way a polar bear should. It worried him that he couldn’t, a mild worry that was like an old itch in the toe or something.
Tilly’s parents were lucky that way. They were only 2-dimensional characters, so, like the drawings of furniture, commode and bathtub, they weren’t really alive. Just their eyes moved sometimes. But not Tilly and polar bear. Their author, Richard, had loved them so, they’d come alive. But three years of silence and unopened pages, and they didn’t exactly feel like thanking him for it.
Sitting on the kitchen floor and scratching his slightly-itchy toe, polar bear heard a shout.
“Hey poley!” Tilly was no longer the excitable, wonderstruck 7-year-old she’d been when Richard first drew her, so her excitement surprised polar bear into rolling along into the living room to see what it was about.
“Earthquake!” Tilly said, pushing her hair back, then taking the stairs two at a time to get to her bedroom. “Get in position.”
“You’re s'posed to be outside the house,” she called down at him as she changed into her pyjamas and shoved the smelly T under the bed. “Go hide behind the snowbank.”
So she was in bed in frame one of the comic, where her ma was kissing teddy and her goodnight. And he was ambling out to the snowbank.... when the teacher pulled ‘The Bear’ out from behind the encyclopedias in her bookshelf to read to her new class.
Tilly, 7-years-old again, sleepy, just about to meet her only friend, the polar bear that would come to her out of the snow one night.
And polar bear, again, awesome as a mountain.
When teacher opened the book, Tilly felt a huge wave of warm, fresh air clear out the smells of her house, her world. Her’s and polar bear’s story met, page by page, 20 goggle-eyed kids in a distant suburb of a big city close to the equator. They were chattering in a strange language as the teacher began to read and in a bit, their eyes grew huge at the sight of poley coming through her bedroom window. Tilly could see how some of them wanted to just jump into the story.
Tilly took a big breath of air. “Hello,” she thought to call to them. “y'all there, hello!”
Say Aye!
Alright, since i just seem to be posting stuff to myself, all in favour of closing this forum, say 'Aye'. But anyway, for those who haven't seen it ( meaning Podu), here's the film about my trip to Manchar.
Pude gaon aahe from Ashutosh Pathak on Vimeo.
Pude gaon aahe from Ashutosh Pathak on Vimeo.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
better on youtube
I had uploaded my protest clip on both Vimeo and youtube. Youtube downloads it very quick and resolution is better too. Why is that?
Thursday, January 21, 2010
First Cut
Hail fellow-shitters!
A 2-minute clip that, for the first time, I've shot and edited all by meself :-)
After watching this, I guarantee you will be shouting "Awaaz Do! Hum Ek Hain" or atleast "Gobar Maar, Gobar Maar". I'll go hide.
http://vimeo.com/8883164
A 2-minute clip that, for the first time, I've shot and edited all by meself :-)
After watching this, I guarantee you will be shouting "Awaaz Do! Hum Ek Hain" or atleast "Gobar Maar, Gobar Maar". I'll go hide.
http://vimeo.com/8883164
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Monday, December 28, 2009
New Year resolutions 2010
1. Drink more wine(Red)
2. Drink less beer(Will be tough, will try)
3. Direct a feature film(Adamant)
4. Watch more independent films
5. Learn to play Squash, reduce Badminton
6. Travel to North East India
7. Be braver, keep my spine straight, and write 2 more original scripts without worrying about trends.(Possible)
8. Sleep less, Play more.
9. Simple life, few wants, honest living( Will try)
10. Take part in a Duathlon event
What are the other flimsundass'ers planning?
2. Drink less beer(Will be tough, will try)
3. Direct a feature film(Adamant)
4. Watch more independent films
5. Learn to play Squash, reduce Badminton
6. Travel to North East India
7. Be braver, keep my spine straight, and write 2 more original scripts without worrying about trends.(Possible)
8. Sleep less, Play more.
9. Simple life, few wants, honest living( Will try)
10. Take part in a Duathlon event
What are the other flimsundass'ers planning?
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Chalte Chalte
This is an attempt to capture fantasies and loneliness of the trans-gender individual. As a trans-gender, one grows up with the hard fact that you may never have a life partner. So often, they identify with the 'tragedy queen' of Indian cinema.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Crazy talk...
Thought I will just type in "Mad Hoshi" and see whether that qualifies as a blog too.
Me going Mad about Madhoshi. Should I pronounce it Madosi, Madroshi, Madrasi Madhooshee. Man these accents are mad, really. More about my "Mad Hoshi" soon. Want to use this blog to talk about the experience of the recording sessions on the Salsa and Bachata song in Kottayam, Kerala.
As a sample, I just feel like writing some stuff(Not part of my film, but my attempt at being a lyricist!)
"Mein pehna tha Lungi,
Tab aayi ek Nangi ladki,
Usne bola "May I dance with you Sandy",
Meine bola, baby me no Salsa with Nangi Pangi ladkis..."
to be continued since my friend has come in and I am off from this cyber cafe!!!
Me going Mad about Madhoshi. Should I pronounce it Madosi, Madroshi, Madrasi Madhooshee. Man these accents are mad, really. More about my "Mad Hoshi" soon. Want to use this blog to talk about the experience of the recording sessions on the Salsa and Bachata song in Kottayam, Kerala.
As a sample, I just feel like writing some stuff(Not part of my film, but my attempt at being a lyricist!)
"Mein pehna tha Lungi,
Tab aayi ek Nangi ladki,
Usne bola "May I dance with you Sandy",
Meine bola, baby me no Salsa with Nangi Pangi ladkis..."
to be continued since my friend has come in and I am off from this cyber cafe!!!
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