............... it began in the days when the love laws were made.The laws that lay down who should be loved and how........ and how much
The god of small things
In my prettiest fancies,i'd imagined myself a writer,someone who could write with skill, with passion........with so much passion that i'd soon forget the boundaries.......thoughts turning into ink,ink recycled into thoughts............ I planned new plots,twisted histories,modernized epics,wrote satires,poemised wars.....
that was before i read The God of Small Things, and then i woke up from the dream
and i realized where my place was...........among the audience,while the master'd perform in the arena..................
The settings were familiar,being a malayali helped and studying at kottayam even more...................... Trivialities like Abhilash Talkies (now Abhilash Theatre, just 2 weeks since my last film there) assumed a greater aura in my eyes.......
but the world created was even more familiar,being a homosapien would suffice.......
not here to write a review- that'd be ridiculous
just read it-you'll understand..........
thanks, for changing the theme.
ReplyDeleteand now you woke up from the dream and realised you are among the audience?
is that why you dropped your first short film attempt?
One more thing....
Do you remember the last few words of your screenplay?
"It's a thousand times better to die fighting than to have no fight at all"
Thats all i wanna say. . . .