I wanted the weekend to be good. I wanted it to give me clarity in thinking. I wanted it to help me focus and spare me from all the diversions.
Nothing special happened during the weekend. I spend some quality time with the family, traveled a bit,saw some cricket, few movies.. the regular stuff. The ending was perfect with a good sleep and an illogical dream yesterday.
Bharath gopi and Madhavi was in the dream.Both looked from an old Bharathan movie.They were in a hill station spending some quality time .Gopi was an engineer I guess.Madhavi was his friend.From the hill station they were immediately transported to Kochi.They were driving around kochi looking for a plot to buy.They traveled through Palarivattom and reached a wonderfully beautiful place.I wondered how such a place existed so close in kochi.The place had a kashmiri feel to it.They were not really serious about buying,were just roaming around.
The next moment I see them in a café.An engineer friend accidentally meets them there.She wanted to clear some doubts regarding Function Points with Gopi.Till that moment I thought gopi was a civil engineer.Gopi couldn’t clear her doubt.She introduced her daughter to him.She looked like singer Gaythri.To clear the FP doubt she instantly painted 3 beautiful pictures!!I felt tremendously jealous and wished I could paint like that.I wanted to show it to Mammutty.
They were back in the hill station.Madhavi wanted to leave.They must have had a small spat or something.She wanted to leave with a minister.He looked like actor innocent.Gopi wanted to say something to her.
Dream broke when Amma woke me up.It was time for me to leave.The weekend was over.Did the dream had color? They say it always comes in Black & White.Couldnt figure that out this time also.
The dream spoke nothing about cinema. Still I felt very relaxed driving back from home.
I am more at peace with myself now.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Thrissur 4
What is the first thing that I remember about me? It is a very difficult task putting it down since it always collides with what you were told about your days as a baby. The effort here is to put away the stuff that was told/imagined from stories/seen in photos and figure out only those realities, which glimpse through memory. Getting straight into the mind of a Kid:)
Alright, the first shot I remember about me is sitting in a verandah of an old house with some people around. I can still remember the place with big “muttam”. That’s all what I can recall of that place. Now I know that it was my father’s tharavadu.
The second shot is again at a house with a big “muttam”. My sister’s school bus used to stop right in front of that house. I remember her walking out from that bus and giving me a sweet. Later I was told that I was suffering from pneumonia then. My sister was staying at my uncle’s house since she should not get the sickness from me. Still she got down that day to meet me to give me choclate. Sweet sister! Sadly she caught up with the disease soon.
What were the first shots of my father and mother? No pictures until we shifted to our own house!!! Very bad.I think I remember Acha coming back from office and telling me he has got me admission in a school.
I faintly remember our house warming ceremony. Very feeble pictures. I remember “meemi” feeding me food sitting at the back of our new house. She used to tell me stories of kings, skies and paradises! Meemi took care of me till I went to school during daytime since my parents were both working. I remember her having constant fights with “kochu govindan chettan” who was another person looking after me. My grand mother was living with us then. I remember “meemi” fighting with her regularly as well.
I remember my cousin Unnis birthday. I must be 3 then. It was a grand function. I remember my ever favorite mema getting married. One day I heard that one guy came to see her and the marriage is fixed and she is crying. I felt marriage was something bad to happen. I saw mema that evening and she was smiling like a flower.That made me all confused. .Someone must have made up that news .I was sad that she was leaving me.She was my teacher at home till then. I did not feel like asking her anything about it.
Baiju was my best friend at home. I see throwing a ball at the verandah in my house and trying to catch it with him. Don’t remember when I saw him first. We still remain neighbors in Thrissur and good friends.
I remember sitting in the school and looking at Amma who was watching me from outside. It must be my first day at school.Amma told me I stopped crying when she showed me a banana from outside!!
No specific pictures of LKG.I remember the classroom though. I faintly remember learning alphabets. In UKG the teacher asked us to draw something. I had no clue what to draw and just scribbled something. Teacher inspected it and found it was a dog climbing up a mountain! I remember trying hard to recite “Jack and Jill” and failing. I remember I used to get marks for my exams in my slate and I couldn’t figure it whether it was a good mark or a bad one!
I remember wondering at the intelligence of my bigger cousins when they could easily figure out lion and tiger just looking at the pictures. I was really having a hard time to get their English names correctly!
I can feel the terrible pain in my hands when our neighbor Kurien uncle tried to pick me up. Everyone was scared that my hand broke. By the time they took me to the mission hospital I was alright!We never went inside the hospital. My father bought me an ice cream on our way back.
I remember a big snake that was inside a birdcage at home in my neighbourhood. It was a “Perumpapu”. I really enjoyed the process of catching it.
I remember a shooting that was happening in my house. I would like to believe I saw this bearded guy there. It was Padmarajan who was shooting his movie Idavela.
I liked the teacher who taught me in 1st standard. It came close to a crush I suppose.
I forgot to take money for a movie show that was planned from school. Entire class went to see Beautiful People. I was left alone in the class with a handful of friends. I had seen the movie already as it was playing at a theater next to my house but still I felt sad.
There was a torn 20 Rupee note in my bag. A friend of mine liked it very much and he tore it to further pieces and flew it through the classroom window. My mother was furious to hear it! I think this was in my 2nd standard.
I remember taking snaps with my grand mother. I remember her death. I wondered seeing “meemi” crying so loudly at her demise. I had always seen her fighting with my grand mother before. I saw a big crowd at the house that day.
I remember playing caroms with my grand father. The striker always hit his fingers but he never felt any pain! He was an acute diabetes patient. There was a huge crowd at my grand fathers death too. I was taken from my school early and was never told about it until we reached the tharavadu. I saw picture and news of his death in Indian express next day. After his funeral I remember looking at his ashes from the balcony of tharavadu. One distant uncle was picking up something and telling someone “this is athmavu”
Even before that I remember my grandfather crying when one of his relative came to see him. The relative was terribly sick or something. But my grandfather passed away first. Fate! I remember the barber who used to come to shave my grand father daily. It was a sight!
I remember Anapappan Narayanan.He was killed by his elephant in front of my little eyes. Whenever I went upstairs of my house he used to scare me for many years.
I remember walking with my cousins to buy poompatta,balarama,bala mangalam etc. I remember seeing TV for the first time. I wondered how nazir and jayan could shrink to such a small screen! What was the first movie I saw? I remember seeing padayottam. Was that the first one?
We regularly went to malampuzha and tippus fort for excursion from school. I remember walking through the “Noolppalam”,witnessing tippus hideout and eating chicken biriyani for 5 Rs.Thrissur Zoo was just opposite our school but we only went there once.
My best friends till 4th standard in school were Emil and Sony. I haven’t met Sony ever since. I met Emil during my engineering when he joined me as a junior. I used to water the garden with Emil in the evenings since we were taking 2nd trip in school bus. The father used to give us a green toffee each for the hard work. One day he recruited a gardener. The toffees stopped!
I don’t remember my last day at Holy Family LP School. Boys were only allowed there till 4th standard. I don’t even remember if I was a good student. The 1st rank holder in class was made the class leader by default. I remember a girl who was 1st wrote down the names of many boys including me for speaking in the class when the teacher was not there. We were all made to stand at the back. I was angry and told my friends that I will come 1st next time and will write down her name.
I remember the assembly, the kallan police games, boastings, lies..
It feels special when I pass through the school even today. I feel the same when I pass by Don Bosco and St Thomas as well.
Good old days..
I want to make a movie titled “Thrissur-4” someday-A sweet and cute movie about childhood,boyhood and dreams...
Cant wait to watch it!:
Alright, the first shot I remember about me is sitting in a verandah of an old house with some people around. I can still remember the place with big “muttam”. That’s all what I can recall of that place. Now I know that it was my father’s tharavadu.
The second shot is again at a house with a big “muttam”. My sister’s school bus used to stop right in front of that house. I remember her walking out from that bus and giving me a sweet. Later I was told that I was suffering from pneumonia then. My sister was staying at my uncle’s house since she should not get the sickness from me. Still she got down that day to meet me to give me choclate. Sweet sister! Sadly she caught up with the disease soon.
What were the first shots of my father and mother? No pictures until we shifted to our own house!!! Very bad.I think I remember Acha coming back from office and telling me he has got me admission in a school.
I faintly remember our house warming ceremony. Very feeble pictures. I remember “meemi” feeding me food sitting at the back of our new house. She used to tell me stories of kings, skies and paradises! Meemi took care of me till I went to school during daytime since my parents were both working. I remember her having constant fights with “kochu govindan chettan” who was another person looking after me. My grand mother was living with us then. I remember “meemi” fighting with her regularly as well.
I remember my cousin Unnis birthday. I must be 3 then. It was a grand function. I remember my ever favorite mema getting married. One day I heard that one guy came to see her and the marriage is fixed and she is crying. I felt marriage was something bad to happen. I saw mema that evening and she was smiling like a flower.That made me all confused. .Someone must have made up that news .I was sad that she was leaving me.She was my teacher at home till then. I did not feel like asking her anything about it.
Baiju was my best friend at home. I see throwing a ball at the verandah in my house and trying to catch it with him. Don’t remember when I saw him first. We still remain neighbors in Thrissur and good friends.
I remember sitting in the school and looking at Amma who was watching me from outside. It must be my first day at school.Amma told me I stopped crying when she showed me a banana from outside!!
No specific pictures of LKG.I remember the classroom though. I faintly remember learning alphabets. In UKG the teacher asked us to draw something. I had no clue what to draw and just scribbled something. Teacher inspected it and found it was a dog climbing up a mountain! I remember trying hard to recite “Jack and Jill” and failing. I remember I used to get marks for my exams in my slate and I couldn’t figure it whether it was a good mark or a bad one!
I remember wondering at the intelligence of my bigger cousins when they could easily figure out lion and tiger just looking at the pictures. I was really having a hard time to get their English names correctly!
I can feel the terrible pain in my hands when our neighbor Kurien uncle tried to pick me up. Everyone was scared that my hand broke. By the time they took me to the mission hospital I was alright!We never went inside the hospital. My father bought me an ice cream on our way back.
I remember a big snake that was inside a birdcage at home in my neighbourhood. It was a “Perumpapu”. I really enjoyed the process of catching it.
I remember a shooting that was happening in my house. I would like to believe I saw this bearded guy there. It was Padmarajan who was shooting his movie Idavela.
I liked the teacher who taught me in 1st standard. It came close to a crush I suppose.
I forgot to take money for a movie show that was planned from school. Entire class went to see Beautiful People. I was left alone in the class with a handful of friends. I had seen the movie already as it was playing at a theater next to my house but still I felt sad.
There was a torn 20 Rupee note in my bag. A friend of mine liked it very much and he tore it to further pieces and flew it through the classroom window. My mother was furious to hear it! I think this was in my 2nd standard.
I remember taking snaps with my grand mother. I remember her death. I wondered seeing “meemi” crying so loudly at her demise. I had always seen her fighting with my grand mother before. I saw a big crowd at the house that day.
I remember playing caroms with my grand father. The striker always hit his fingers but he never felt any pain! He was an acute diabetes patient. There was a huge crowd at my grand fathers death too. I was taken from my school early and was never told about it until we reached the tharavadu. I saw picture and news of his death in Indian express next day. After his funeral I remember looking at his ashes from the balcony of tharavadu. One distant uncle was picking up something and telling someone “this is athmavu”
Even before that I remember my grandfather crying when one of his relative came to see him. The relative was terribly sick or something. But my grandfather passed away first. Fate! I remember the barber who used to come to shave my grand father daily. It was a sight!
I remember Anapappan Narayanan.He was killed by his elephant in front of my little eyes. Whenever I went upstairs of my house he used to scare me for many years.
I remember walking with my cousins to buy poompatta,balarama,bala mangalam etc. I remember seeing TV for the first time. I wondered how nazir and jayan could shrink to such a small screen! What was the first movie I saw? I remember seeing padayottam. Was that the first one?
We regularly went to malampuzha and tippus fort for excursion from school. I remember walking through the “Noolppalam”,witnessing tippus hideout and eating chicken biriyani for 5 Rs.Thrissur Zoo was just opposite our school but we only went there once.
My best friends till 4th standard in school were Emil and Sony. I haven’t met Sony ever since. I met Emil during my engineering when he joined me as a junior. I used to water the garden with Emil in the evenings since we were taking 2nd trip in school bus. The father used to give us a green toffee each for the hard work. One day he recruited a gardener. The toffees stopped!
I don’t remember my last day at Holy Family LP School. Boys were only allowed there till 4th standard. I don’t even remember if I was a good student. The 1st rank holder in class was made the class leader by default. I remember a girl who was 1st wrote down the names of many boys including me for speaking in the class when the teacher was not there. We were all made to stand at the back. I was angry and told my friends that I will come 1st next time and will write down her name.
I remember the assembly, the kallan police games, boastings, lies..
It feels special when I pass through the school even today. I feel the same when I pass by Don Bosco and St Thomas as well.
Good old days..
I want to make a movie titled “Thrissur-4” someday-A sweet and cute movie about childhood,boyhood and dreams...
Cant wait to watch it!:
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Brother James Pathiyil
Infact I should call him Reverend Father James Pathiyil.Starting his life as a Don Bosco brother he had travelled far in life.But I met him as “Brother” and he remains one of my closest acquaintances.
Brother taught me English when I was in my 7th standard at Don Bosco High School,Mannuthy.I was an average student, not special at anything, reserved and shy.I remember the first time Brother noticed me in class was when there was a prank played on a classmate.The entire class laughed at him and I was the only one serious,not smiling and having sympathy for the guy.He called me after the class and that was the first time I talked to a teacher personally.
The second time was on a morning before school.I was rushing to my class after getting down from the school bus.Brother was like waiting for me near the boarding.He only asked what was my rank in the class for that midterm. I said 9 and he said ok.I went to class and he went back to the boarding.
As days passed we started interacting more.We went for a walk together when he came for some meeting which was happening near my house.We talked about lot of things that day.I showed him my house but somehow did not feel like inviting him in.
He taught me hardly for 6 months.He came in the place of a teacher who had left us midway through the year.The scholastic year was coming to a close.On the last day of school Brother invited me to his room in the boarding.He presented me with a greeting card and a Five star chocolate.That was the first present I was receiving from someone elder as him.
During my vacation that year I got a call from Brother.He said he was leaving for Calcutta.He said he may not be back till I finish my school.He asked whether I would come to the railway station to see him off.I was confused what to tell him as that was the first time I was talking to a teacher on phone.I think I said I will try to come.But I never went.It was not because I was sad to see him off.I did not feel like going.Maybe I did not had the attachment he had for me.
I almost forgot him and lived through my happy vacation days.The school reopened and I joined another school.The new school was full of strikes and less academics.It was another strike day that I received a letter at my home.That was the first letter I was receiving and I was anxious and excited about reading it.The back side of the letter said Bro.James Pathiyil.He was in Siliguri and wanted to keep in touch with me.I wrote him back describing how I hated my new school.That was the first letter I was writing to someone.He wrote me back asking me to keep faith and believe that everything was happening for good.
After a month at the new school my parents enrolled me back to Don Bosco.I was happy to go back to my old friends. I wrote to brother happily about my return to Don Bosco.He wrote me back saying I should realize that I am blessed with such wonderful parents who take such pains for me.That actually was new light for me.I had not thought about my parents transparently till then.
Letters continued from Siliguri in the years to follow.Every one of them has something new to learn for me.He sent me greeting cards on Christmas and New year regularly.For my birthday he sent self designed cards made specially for me.He made the small kid in me feel important.He urged me to study and top the class from being one among others.He urged me to write when I felt there was a writer in me.He urged me to take up leadership roles.He urged me to play and enjoy life at its fullest.
I promptly replied to every letter of him.It was like I wanted to make achievements to tell him about it every time I wrote to him.I improved tremendously in my studies and started topping my class by the time I reached 9th standard.I started winning prizes writing stories and poetry.I started taking up roles of class leader,bus leader,house leader etc.He was infact my dearest friend all through those years we never met.
I was in my 10th standard and it was one of the happiest days in my school.My teachers had awarded me with the “favorite student” prize.The principal announced that in the assembly along with the list of prizes I had won that year.That day afternoon I was wanted at principals office.Waiting there for me was Brother James.He had just arrived for a brief stay there.
The first thing I felt meeting him was that he was a couple of hours late.He should have been there for the morning assembly to hear out my achievements-The same selfish me!! He came with me to town in the school bus that evening.He suggested we got down in town and walked.I obliged.We walked all through Thrissur town that evening.He gave one Rupee each to every begger he saw on the road.We talked and walked till he reached his church.We parted again.
I joined college after my school.We wrote to each other all through my predegree days..I wrote about my fears of being transformed into a bad human being.He replied that was only part of life.One day he sent an interesting letter.It said he was about to die as there was a predicted earthquake in siliguri.He posted the letter in advance fearing he might not be able to reach me again.The letter talked about about a man facing death.It did not scare me as I had received another letter from him couple of days before saying the earthquake never happened and he was fine!I found close to death we all become very very basic.It was important to live your life to its fullest.
The letters continued all through the 4 years I did engineering.I was in a hostel for the first time in my life.I gained new friends and experiences.The intensity of my relationship with Brother reduced..But his letters and greetings continued from Rome,Italy and different parts of the globe.He was travelling during those days.I wrote to him about the way the world of movies had started fascinating me.He reminded me in every letter how proud he was of me.I somehow couldn’t tell him how indebted I was to him for shaping me into a better person.
We met for the last time when I was doing my 3rd year Engineering.He had come to Thrissur for a seminar.This time we did not walk.I drove him through the city.I talked nonstop stupidity about big dreams and fake pholisophy.He talked a lot about humility and how important it was to lead a simple life.We parted for the last time.
He wrote to pay him a visit to Calcutta since I was free after completing my Engineering.He was working with the street children there on a rehabilitation project.He said all his kids there wanted to meet me.I promised him I will come as soon as I could find time.
Those days were tough for me.I was facing the real world for the first time.I had always lived in my world of dreams.It was tough,depressing,shallow times as dreams gave way to harsh realities.Nothing was what it seemed.Nothing was easy.Coping up with realities took more time than imagined and I could never make that trip to Calcutta.
It was time to get practical.I decided to give dreams some rest and took up an engineering job.I had some time before joining.I wrote to brother about how I had come down to earth and expressed my wish to visit him and his kids in Calcutta.
For the first time in 10 years there was no reply from him.I wrote to him again after I joined work.There was again no reply.I kept writing to him for an year without any replies.No designed greeting card came for my 22nd Birthday.I knew something was wrong and in my next letter I kept my email id.
Couple of weeks later I received a mail from a Bishop.It said Father James Pathiyil passed away one year back.It was an accident.He was trying to photograph the church from a top angle and somehow lost balance.They received all my letters but since I was not writing my address in it there were unable to get back to me.
I remember it was an evening.I was sitting in my office reading that mail.
I remember I cried.
Brother taught me English when I was in my 7th standard at Don Bosco High School,Mannuthy.I was an average student, not special at anything, reserved and shy.I remember the first time Brother noticed me in class was when there was a prank played on a classmate.The entire class laughed at him and I was the only one serious,not smiling and having sympathy for the guy.He called me after the class and that was the first time I talked to a teacher personally.
The second time was on a morning before school.I was rushing to my class after getting down from the school bus.Brother was like waiting for me near the boarding.He only asked what was my rank in the class for that midterm. I said 9 and he said ok.I went to class and he went back to the boarding.
As days passed we started interacting more.We went for a walk together when he came for some meeting which was happening near my house.We talked about lot of things that day.I showed him my house but somehow did not feel like inviting him in.
He taught me hardly for 6 months.He came in the place of a teacher who had left us midway through the year.The scholastic year was coming to a close.On the last day of school Brother invited me to his room in the boarding.He presented me with a greeting card and a Five star chocolate.That was the first present I was receiving from someone elder as him.
During my vacation that year I got a call from Brother.He said he was leaving for Calcutta.He said he may not be back till I finish my school.He asked whether I would come to the railway station to see him off.I was confused what to tell him as that was the first time I was talking to a teacher on phone.I think I said I will try to come.But I never went.It was not because I was sad to see him off.I did not feel like going.Maybe I did not had the attachment he had for me.
I almost forgot him and lived through my happy vacation days.The school reopened and I joined another school.The new school was full of strikes and less academics.It was another strike day that I received a letter at my home.That was the first letter I was receiving and I was anxious and excited about reading it.The back side of the letter said Bro.James Pathiyil.He was in Siliguri and wanted to keep in touch with me.I wrote him back describing how I hated my new school.That was the first letter I was writing to someone.He wrote me back asking me to keep faith and believe that everything was happening for good.
After a month at the new school my parents enrolled me back to Don Bosco.I was happy to go back to my old friends. I wrote to brother happily about my return to Don Bosco.He wrote me back saying I should realize that I am blessed with such wonderful parents who take such pains for me.That actually was new light for me.I had not thought about my parents transparently till then.
Letters continued from Siliguri in the years to follow.Every one of them has something new to learn for me.He sent me greeting cards on Christmas and New year regularly.For my birthday he sent self designed cards made specially for me.He made the small kid in me feel important.He urged me to study and top the class from being one among others.He urged me to write when I felt there was a writer in me.He urged me to take up leadership roles.He urged me to play and enjoy life at its fullest.
I promptly replied to every letter of him.It was like I wanted to make achievements to tell him about it every time I wrote to him.I improved tremendously in my studies and started topping my class by the time I reached 9th standard.I started winning prizes writing stories and poetry.I started taking up roles of class leader,bus leader,house leader etc.He was infact my dearest friend all through those years we never met.
I was in my 10th standard and it was one of the happiest days in my school.My teachers had awarded me with the “favorite student” prize.The principal announced that in the assembly along with the list of prizes I had won that year.That day afternoon I was wanted at principals office.Waiting there for me was Brother James.He had just arrived for a brief stay there.
The first thing I felt meeting him was that he was a couple of hours late.He should have been there for the morning assembly to hear out my achievements-The same selfish me!! He came with me to town in the school bus that evening.He suggested we got down in town and walked.I obliged.We walked all through Thrissur town that evening.He gave one Rupee each to every begger he saw on the road.We talked and walked till he reached his church.We parted again.
I joined college after my school.We wrote to each other all through my predegree days..I wrote about my fears of being transformed into a bad human being.He replied that was only part of life.One day he sent an interesting letter.It said he was about to die as there was a predicted earthquake in siliguri.He posted the letter in advance fearing he might not be able to reach me again.The letter talked about about a man facing death.It did not scare me as I had received another letter from him couple of days before saying the earthquake never happened and he was fine!I found close to death we all become very very basic.It was important to live your life to its fullest.
The letters continued all through the 4 years I did engineering.I was in a hostel for the first time in my life.I gained new friends and experiences.The intensity of my relationship with Brother reduced..But his letters and greetings continued from Rome,Italy and different parts of the globe.He was travelling during those days.I wrote to him about the way the world of movies had started fascinating me.He reminded me in every letter how proud he was of me.I somehow couldn’t tell him how indebted I was to him for shaping me into a better person.
We met for the last time when I was doing my 3rd year Engineering.He had come to Thrissur for a seminar.This time we did not walk.I drove him through the city.I talked nonstop stupidity about big dreams and fake pholisophy.He talked a lot about humility and how important it was to lead a simple life.We parted for the last time.
He wrote to pay him a visit to Calcutta since I was free after completing my Engineering.He was working with the street children there on a rehabilitation project.He said all his kids there wanted to meet me.I promised him I will come as soon as I could find time.
Those days were tough for me.I was facing the real world for the first time.I had always lived in my world of dreams.It was tough,depressing,shallow times as dreams gave way to harsh realities.Nothing was what it seemed.Nothing was easy.Coping up with realities took more time than imagined and I could never make that trip to Calcutta.
It was time to get practical.I decided to give dreams some rest and took up an engineering job.I had some time before joining.I wrote to brother about how I had come down to earth and expressed my wish to visit him and his kids in Calcutta.
For the first time in 10 years there was no reply from him.I wrote to him again after I joined work.There was again no reply.I kept writing to him for an year without any replies.No designed greeting card came for my 22nd Birthday.I knew something was wrong and in my next letter I kept my email id.
Couple of weeks later I received a mail from a Bishop.It said Father James Pathiyil passed away one year back.It was an accident.He was trying to photograph the church from a top angle and somehow lost balance.They received all my letters but since I was not writing my address in it there were unable to get back to me.
I remember it was an evening.I was sitting in my office reading that mail.
I remember I cried.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
A Night with Meg Ryan
Yesterday night was spend with Meg Ryan.When Harry met Sally,Sleepless in Seattle,Joe Vs Volcano,French Kiss and You’ve got Mail.5 in a row in 7 hours from 7 PM to 2 AM in the morning.Pretty exhaustive stuff.
Interestingly I found most of these movies boring.Harry met Sally was something I wanted to see for a long time.But maybe since I had read all the drafts of its script earlier the visuals did not connect.I used to enjoy such soft movies once upon a time. The night before was spend with thriller flicks. 16 blocks, sentinel,recruit,negotiator.. Quite engaging ones. I think the order of the day for me oflate are “New” movies.. Those which gives me more exposure,inspiration and insight..Strong words? :-)
I would love to say I breathe cinema.But in reality what I breathe is polluted air.Yet,Cinema remains the soal mission of my life.That killer drive is still there to go out and DO it.But whats required now is action and results.Offers and proposed schedules don’t work anymore for me.I want things to happen now.
I need to start writing.I need to start shooting.I need to start making my cinema.
Interestingly I found most of these movies boring.Harry met Sally was something I wanted to see for a long time.But maybe since I had read all the drafts of its script earlier the visuals did not connect.I used to enjoy such soft movies once upon a time. The night before was spend with thriller flicks. 16 blocks, sentinel,recruit,negotiator.. Quite engaging ones. I think the order of the day for me oflate are “New” movies.. Those which gives me more exposure,inspiration and insight..Strong words? :-)
I would love to say I breathe cinema.But in reality what I breathe is polluted air.Yet,Cinema remains the soal mission of my life.That killer drive is still there to go out and DO it.But whats required now is action and results.Offers and proposed schedules don’t work anymore for me.I want things to happen now.
I need to start writing.I need to start shooting.I need to start making my cinema.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Bonjour ! Merci !! **
It is called the city of lights.. The city which never sleeps The city of fashion....the only place in the world where fashion changes every minute.
Strangely I couldn’t discover anything of these in Paris. For me it behaved like a very normal city like any other. Majority of the population leads a very normal life. They wake up, go to work, return back and lead a peaceful life. Many of them move out from the city to the suburbs when they have a family.(The city becomes too expensive then).Less than 5% goes into fashion. Most parents prefer their kids to be engineers or in some decent profession.
Eiffel tower looked unbelievable to be built in 1880s.More interesting was the lifts we go up the tower, which was made in 1890s.They say their new lifts are showing problems. Not old ones:))
Paris has their own statue of liberty standing proudly by the Siene river.My French friend said that the Americans gave it to the French in return of the same.She feels they should have returned something else putting in some imagination! Anyway if you take a cruise you can see the Staue beside the Eiffel tower.That’s special anyday.
Lido show was a visual delight. A true assembly of their history, lifestyle, flamboyance and culture. The show is running for years to packed houses. More or less on the lines of New York Broadway show. A lesson for us to learn. Why is that we forget our Kathakali, Music, Theater, Radio whenever we have a new medium like Television or movies? When will we grow up to appreciate and enjoy these great art forms?
Met some interesting people. A gorgeous shopkeeper girl, a bus driver who sells mineral water in “black” in bus...a German tourist guide. An Indian event manager whose family lives in Paris for generations. All agreed on one thing. They live in a very expensive city!!
Tried traveling through their metro. Got all directions wrong again!:)
Long Days are for Paris. I don’t think there would be any other part in the world at any season where there in bright sunlight at 11’o clock in the night! I have seen summer days in Washington, which lasted till 9 PM. This was crazy. Maybe this is another reason they say, “The city never sleeps”!
Forgot the best part. I reached there on 14th and it was their republic day. Along with the military parade celebrations that night included mind-blowing fireworks in front of Eiffel tower beside the Seine River accompanied by soothing music. The entire city had come to see it. That was one of the most romantic moments of my life. The trip was all worth just coz of that. Loved it!!
Saw the original Monalisa painting in their famous “Pyramid” museum. DaVinci can rest in peace. They have preserved it brilliantly.
Another picture of Paris I had in mind was the sight of struggling artists making a living doing portraits of pedesters. I could not find even one. Maybe I missed visiting the right paces!
On my return flight sitting next to me was a French teenager Mary and her friend Ani. We tried our best teaching each other French and Hindi:) Mary is studying film direction in France. She is a great Hrithik Roshan fan but hates Shah Rukh Khan.She was watching Dhoom 2 in the flight!!.Bollywood is truly growing it seems.Her friend Ani is an engineering student and is going to take a one year course in Mumbai IIT as part of her course
Of course every trip is worth it. It occurred to me during the trip that I shud make a love story set there. Maybe between a shop keeper girl (or a tourist guide) and a Malayali visitor. That’s good enough material to be the first genuine cross over cinema here as they can normally converse only in English:))..Maybe. Some day. Maybe use Paris to shoot it too for the aura the city has with people.
If not for anything else..
** Good Morning and Thank you in French
Strangely I couldn’t discover anything of these in Paris. For me it behaved like a very normal city like any other. Majority of the population leads a very normal life. They wake up, go to work, return back and lead a peaceful life. Many of them move out from the city to the suburbs when they have a family.(The city becomes too expensive then).Less than 5% goes into fashion. Most parents prefer their kids to be engineers or in some decent profession.
Eiffel tower looked unbelievable to be built in 1880s.More interesting was the lifts we go up the tower, which was made in 1890s.They say their new lifts are showing problems. Not old ones:))
Paris has their own statue of liberty standing proudly by the Siene river.My French friend said that the Americans gave it to the French in return of the same.She feels they should have returned something else putting in some imagination! Anyway if you take a cruise you can see the Staue beside the Eiffel tower.That’s special anyday.
Lido show was a visual delight. A true assembly of their history, lifestyle, flamboyance and culture. The show is running for years to packed houses. More or less on the lines of New York Broadway show. A lesson for us to learn. Why is that we forget our Kathakali, Music, Theater, Radio whenever we have a new medium like Television or movies? When will we grow up to appreciate and enjoy these great art forms?
Met some interesting people. A gorgeous shopkeeper girl, a bus driver who sells mineral water in “black” in bus...a German tourist guide. An Indian event manager whose family lives in Paris for generations. All agreed on one thing. They live in a very expensive city!!
Tried traveling through their metro. Got all directions wrong again!:)
Long Days are for Paris. I don’t think there would be any other part in the world at any season where there in bright sunlight at 11’o clock in the night! I have seen summer days in Washington, which lasted till 9 PM. This was crazy. Maybe this is another reason they say, “The city never sleeps”!
Forgot the best part. I reached there on 14th and it was their republic day. Along with the military parade celebrations that night included mind-blowing fireworks in front of Eiffel tower beside the Seine River accompanied by soothing music. The entire city had come to see it. That was one of the most romantic moments of my life. The trip was all worth just coz of that. Loved it!!
Saw the original Monalisa painting in their famous “Pyramid” museum. DaVinci can rest in peace. They have preserved it brilliantly.
Another picture of Paris I had in mind was the sight of struggling artists making a living doing portraits of pedesters. I could not find even one. Maybe I missed visiting the right paces!
On my return flight sitting next to me was a French teenager Mary and her friend Ani. We tried our best teaching each other French and Hindi:) Mary is studying film direction in France. She is a great Hrithik Roshan fan but hates Shah Rukh Khan.She was watching Dhoom 2 in the flight!!.Bollywood is truly growing it seems.Her friend Ani is an engineering student and is going to take a one year course in Mumbai IIT as part of her course
Of course every trip is worth it. It occurred to me during the trip that I shud make a love story set there. Maybe between a shop keeper girl (or a tourist guide) and a Malayali visitor. That’s good enough material to be the first genuine cross over cinema here as they can normally converse only in English:))..Maybe. Some day. Maybe use Paris to shoot it too for the aura the city has with people.
If not for anything else..
** Good Morning and Thank you in French
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Nizhalukal
I searched all over the net for some write-up on “Nizhalukal”. Unfortunately they are removed by now. That’s the problem with working in television-moment of fame short-lived and erased without leaving any history behind.
Nizhalukal was my first screenplay, which came on air in early 2000.I started working on it almost a year back. I had completed my engineering by then and just landed on a software job. It happened just at the right time for me. Six months earlier or later maybe I would have to quit either my job or writing.
It was Asianet’s idea to create the first horror serial in Malayalam. And it was my good fortunes that landed me in this project. I was accommodated to a deserted state municipal guesthouse in Vazhuthacaud, Trivandrum with the task of making the right story and screenplay for the same. The 2 months I spend writing Nizhalukal was an unforgettable and sort of a “horrifying” experience itself.
The Days were spent at my office. I was undergoing my training then. I have to say it had an impact on my software training also. While sitting through those sessions my mind was filled with my characters in Nizhalukal than the software processes and procedures.
Evenings were for discussions and nights for writing.
Those 2 months should be the most dreaded nights I had. The directors and actors who came for discussions used to tell me about their extra terrestrial experiences for “inspiring” me. In the nights I was left all alone in the 5th floor of a deserted building to write a horror script. That small light that came through that keyhole.. The sound of a newspaper lying on the floor..A spooky looking guesthouse manager… all added to the drama. I think what worked for me during those days was the kind of variety I had in my life with software and screenplay. That was perfect balance.
The story of “Nizhalukal” was inspired from a cover story India today did during my engineering days. It was about a six-year-old Gujarati kid speaking in the voice of a 60-year-old grand mother and reciting Bhagvat gita etc. The characters were placed in the kerala milieu and some drama added. I loved creating every character of it. Lakshmi, Muthassi, Prof.Karumadom..One thing I was very particular was that it should not have the “yakshi” moving around in a white sari singing songs. It should be set in an environment which was real and which we have witnessed in our lives.
I was completely confident of the project by the time I finished writing Nizhalukal.The excitement of creating something different remained all through the shooting.
Nizhalukal came on air by the time I had finished my training and started working. I was staying with my friends in Kochi then. We did not have a TV at our place to watch the first episode. We went to a friends place to watch it all together. The sweetest experience was to see my name appear for the first time on screen.
Nizhalukal went on to become one of the biggest hits of its times. It topped the charts all through the 2 years it was on air. It won many awards including the film critics. And eventually slowly forgotten as it went off air.
It would not be fair to say that had Nizhalukal not happened then I would not have written more screenplays. I would have still tried to make something else. But today looking back I am very happy that “Nizhalukal” happened. It gives me even more happiness when I meet people in my day-to-day life who still remembers Lakshmi and Prof.Karumadom.
Atleast some “shadows” of Nizhalukal are left over somewhere maybe..
Nizhalukal was my first screenplay, which came on air in early 2000.I started working on it almost a year back. I had completed my engineering by then and just landed on a software job. It happened just at the right time for me. Six months earlier or later maybe I would have to quit either my job or writing.
It was Asianet’s idea to create the first horror serial in Malayalam. And it was my good fortunes that landed me in this project. I was accommodated to a deserted state municipal guesthouse in Vazhuthacaud, Trivandrum with the task of making the right story and screenplay for the same. The 2 months I spend writing Nizhalukal was an unforgettable and sort of a “horrifying” experience itself.
The Days were spent at my office. I was undergoing my training then. I have to say it had an impact on my software training also. While sitting through those sessions my mind was filled with my characters in Nizhalukal than the software processes and procedures.
Evenings were for discussions and nights for writing.
Those 2 months should be the most dreaded nights I had. The directors and actors who came for discussions used to tell me about their extra terrestrial experiences for “inspiring” me. In the nights I was left all alone in the 5th floor of a deserted building to write a horror script. That small light that came through that keyhole.. The sound of a newspaper lying on the floor..A spooky looking guesthouse manager… all added to the drama. I think what worked for me during those days was the kind of variety I had in my life with software and screenplay. That was perfect balance.
The story of “Nizhalukal” was inspired from a cover story India today did during my engineering days. It was about a six-year-old Gujarati kid speaking in the voice of a 60-year-old grand mother and reciting Bhagvat gita etc. The characters were placed in the kerala milieu and some drama added. I loved creating every character of it. Lakshmi, Muthassi, Prof.Karumadom..One thing I was very particular was that it should not have the “yakshi” moving around in a white sari singing songs. It should be set in an environment which was real and which we have witnessed in our lives.
I was completely confident of the project by the time I finished writing Nizhalukal.The excitement of creating something different remained all through the shooting.
Nizhalukal came on air by the time I had finished my training and started working. I was staying with my friends in Kochi then. We did not have a TV at our place to watch the first episode. We went to a friends place to watch it all together. The sweetest experience was to see my name appear for the first time on screen.
Nizhalukal went on to become one of the biggest hits of its times. It topped the charts all through the 2 years it was on air. It won many awards including the film critics. And eventually slowly forgotten as it went off air.
It would not be fair to say that had Nizhalukal not happened then I would not have written more screenplays. I would have still tried to make something else. But today looking back I am very happy that “Nizhalukal” happened. It gives me even more happiness when I meet people in my day-to-day life who still remembers Lakshmi and Prof.Karumadom.
Atleast some “shadows” of Nizhalukal are left over somewhere maybe..
Monday, May 14, 2007
American Dreams
As all good things it started off as a dream.A television soap based on the lives of American Malayalees exclusively shot in USA.We lived with that dream for a couple of years before we eventually made it.
The richest asset I gained from the entire shooting experience was getting to know some very interesting people.It helped me redefine the entire concept of an American Malayali.Today I have friends of my age living there who knows India,our history and our culture much better than I do.
"American Dreams" will always remain a special project to me despite all the trouble we faced making it.It also helped me reconfirm my belief that all deeds done with noble intentions will be rewarded sooner or later.The show when eventually came on air was widely appreciated.It won four major state awards that year including the best serial.
And the sweetest personal memory was that it brought me my first kerala state award for best screenplay.
Read all about it here.
http://www.ushasentertainment.com/americanDreams.asp
The richest asset I gained from the entire shooting experience was getting to know some very interesting people.It helped me redefine the entire concept of an American Malayali.Today I have friends of my age living there who knows India,our history and our culture much better than I do.
"American Dreams" will always remain a special project to me despite all the trouble we faced making it.It also helped me reconfirm my belief that all deeds done with noble intentions will be rewarded sooner or later.The show when eventually came on air was widely appreciated.It won four major state awards that year including the best serial.
And the sweetest personal memory was that it brought me my first kerala state award for best screenplay.
Read all about it here.
http://www.ushasentertainment.com/americanDreams.asp
My latest script for a corporate film
Start Titles
Scene 1
We see front view of NeST employees standing in an open space.We move upwards and see that they are standing in the shape of the year 1991.As we move upwards we hear the narration
Narration
“In 1991 Kerala Witnessed a Dream waking up to life”
Cut to
Shots of NeST launch, Old Paper reports of the same etc.
Scene 2
Now we see a very large number of NeST employees standing in the same ground in an ariel view.The ground is packed except for the space where we can clearly see the year 2006.As we come downwards to their front view we hear the narration
Narration
“15 Years saw the dream turning into Reality and outgrowing itself.”
Cut to
An international NeST client speaking of NeST. (Preferably a Japanese Client)One or Two attention grabbing sentences. The Name and Designation of the client also displayed.
Scene 3
We very quickly move through the present NeST facilities. product development, manufacturing services etc.As we move through them we hear the narration
Narration
“Changing the Face of Industrial Kerala into an Abode of Truth, Transparancy and Teamwork”
Cut to
An international NeST client speaking of NeST. (Preferably a US Client)One or Two attention grabbing sentences. The Name and Designation of the client also displayed
Scene 4
The animated NeST logo comes into the screen .Along with that we hear the narration.
Narration
“NeST Group”
Scene 5
The shot reopens into some older video footage of any of the NeST offices. We move through the infra structure, employees working, Cafeteria etc.Along with these shots we hear the narration in the same voice.
Narration
“NeST Group had a humble beginning in the hardware export sector. Its first unit was setup in Alwaye, the home town of the founders of the NeST group the now famous brothers Mr.Javed Hassan and Mr.N.Jehangir.Starting its operations with a mere 15 employees in the turbulent Kerala industrial scenario, the initial days of the group was not easy”
Scene 6
We move to a shot of Chairman Mr. Javed Hassan speaking of the initial days of NeST.2 or 3 sentences on those days, challenges etc.
Scene 7
We move through some of the important NeST Group milestones over the years. This can the Paper news, Video footage, Photographs of awards given to NeST etc. Along with these shots we hear the narration
Narration
“Challenges indeed were many. But a team of dedicated employees and motivated leadership ensured that the Management vision was kept alive. The vision was to prove that a true multinational technological group can operate successfully from Kerala.The vision was international.”
Scene 8
We move to a shot of MD Mr. N Jehangir speaking of the initial days of NeST.2 or 3 sentences on the vision, principles, current turnover etc of NeST group.
Scene 9
We move through the present day NeST factories, Employees, Offices,Ambience etc.(Including Golden Valley,Chikkus) .We move through the NeST facilities in the order of product development, manufacturing services(digital/rf(SFO,Crysind)/fiber opt(J2O)/wire harness(Sun Generic)/power supply(NeSTPower)/sheet metal-plastic),Software services (TVM+Cochin+Cyber),
Systems Integration services (networking, security, Call center).
Along with these shots we hear the narration
Narration
“The figures talked for itself and the coming years saw NeST group grow from strength to strength. From hardware NeST group diversified into Software, Educational Institutions, Networking & System Integration, Condiments, etc. Product Development, Manufacturing services, Software services, Systems Integration services,You name it NeST has a solution”(The titles Product Development,Manufacturing services etc can be superimposed along with the shots and narration)
Scene 10
We move through a shot of a globe projecting the Global NeST group offices. From there we move on to the thousands of NeST employees, corporate office, Nest work culture etc. Along with these shots we hear the narration
Narration
“Today NeST group sees itself as the premier technological business group in Kerala and amongst the finest groups in India and across the globe.NeST group operates its own offices from USA, UK, Australia, Japan, UAE apart from being a leading hardware and software exporter all over the world. Nest has stabilized itself into a 500 million group employing over 3000 professionals today. The journey has indeed been a rewarding and humbling one.”
Scene 11
We move to a shot of MD Mr. N Jehangir speaking of the NeST Success story
Scene 12
We move to the shots of employees working,Walking out of office,coming to office in cars,bikes,Shot of first employee and some other employees. Along with these shots we hear the narration
Narration
“NeST Group owes its success hugely to its tem of faithful professionals.A pool of satisfied employees working towards a common goal has always been the pillar of NeST groups strength.With the smallest Employee attrition rate over the years NeST group believes in the power of togetherness and belonging.”
Scene 13
We move to a shot of Chairman Mr. Javed Hassan speaking on NeST Clients
Scene 14
We move through some shots of common man across the globe making use of NeST Technology in their day today life. Shots of a common man making a cell phone call, and another person using PC for a video chat. Shots of power plant, refinery. Shots of a car, plane and train.We can show some of the NeST products also Along with these shots we hear the narration
Narration
“The impact of the success of NeST group can be seen in the day today lives of people all over the world today.With its advanced technology and products NeST group has transformed the life of common man in health care,communication,industrial and automotive sectors. It has made world indeed a small place to live connecting people and technology globally. It has made the life easier, faster and sophisticated for the common man across the globe”
Scene 15
We move to a shot of Chairman Mr. Javed Hassan speaking of the changing face of Kerala, Motivation from government and bureaucracy etc in 2 or 3 sentences.
Scene 16
A shot of a window opening into a beautiful scenery in Kerala.We move through some shots of Kathakali, Vallamkali, Kalaripayattu etc very sharply. Along with these shots we hear the narration. Shots of a technologically progressed kerala. A shot of a patient undergoing CT scanner or MRI test. Shots of a common man making a cell phone call, and another person using PC for a video chat. Shots of power plant, refinery. Shots of a car, plane and train.
Narration
“The global success of NeST group also saw Kerala transforming over the years.Yes, Kerala has finally opened its arms as a place for fruitful investment. Nest group’s astounding success story has proved that beyond any doubt today. It has proved if the abundant natural resources and skilled manpower are used to its advantage, Kerala can be an investors paradise. We see positive growth across all spheres of life today changing the face of the Gods Own Country. For NeST, it was only giving back to its motherland, where NeST will always belong.”
Scene 17
We move to a shot of Chairman Mr. Javed Hassan speaking of the future growth plans of NeST in 2 or 3 sentences.
Scene 18
We see the NeST employees standing in the shape of NeST logo.As we come down we can see smiling faces.
Narration
“A dream can never end. It can only flow.
For NeST future is about believing in themselves.
It’s about cultivating people and growing hearts.
It’s about never stopping.”
Scene 19
We see employees in bulk coming out from the NeST units.Smiling faces.
Narration
“And they will continue walking…”
The screen fades.
Scene 20
We move to the people standing as a logo and signaling “V” towards the camera from an arial view.
Narration
“NeST Group –The Next Generation Group”
End titles.
Scene 1
We see front view of NeST employees standing in an open space.We move upwards and see that they are standing in the shape of the year 1991.As we move upwards we hear the narration
Narration
“In 1991 Kerala Witnessed a Dream waking up to life”
Cut to
Shots of NeST launch, Old Paper reports of the same etc.
Scene 2
Now we see a very large number of NeST employees standing in the same ground in an ariel view.The ground is packed except for the space where we can clearly see the year 2006.As we come downwards to their front view we hear the narration
Narration
“15 Years saw the dream turning into Reality and outgrowing itself.”
Cut to
An international NeST client speaking of NeST. (Preferably a Japanese Client)One or Two attention grabbing sentences. The Name and Designation of the client also displayed.
Scene 3
We very quickly move through the present NeST facilities. product development, manufacturing services etc.As we move through them we hear the narration
Narration
“Changing the Face of Industrial Kerala into an Abode of Truth, Transparancy and Teamwork”
Cut to
An international NeST client speaking of NeST. (Preferably a US Client)One or Two attention grabbing sentences. The Name and Designation of the client also displayed
Scene 4
The animated NeST logo comes into the screen .Along with that we hear the narration.
Narration
“NeST Group”
Scene 5
The shot reopens into some older video footage of any of the NeST offices. We move through the infra structure, employees working, Cafeteria etc.Along with these shots we hear the narration in the same voice.
Narration
“NeST Group had a humble beginning in the hardware export sector. Its first unit was setup in Alwaye, the home town of the founders of the NeST group the now famous brothers Mr.Javed Hassan and Mr.N.Jehangir.Starting its operations with a mere 15 employees in the turbulent Kerala industrial scenario, the initial days of the group was not easy”
Scene 6
We move to a shot of Chairman Mr. Javed Hassan speaking of the initial days of NeST.2 or 3 sentences on those days, challenges etc.
Scene 7
We move through some of the important NeST Group milestones over the years. This can the Paper news, Video footage, Photographs of awards given to NeST etc. Along with these shots we hear the narration
Narration
“Challenges indeed were many. But a team of dedicated employees and motivated leadership ensured that the Management vision was kept alive. The vision was to prove that a true multinational technological group can operate successfully from Kerala.The vision was international.”
Scene 8
We move to a shot of MD Mr. N Jehangir speaking of the initial days of NeST.2 or 3 sentences on the vision, principles, current turnover etc of NeST group.
Scene 9
We move through the present day NeST factories, Employees, Offices,Ambience etc.(Including Golden Valley,Chikkus) .We move through the NeST facilities in the order of product development, manufacturing services(digital/rf(SFO,Crysind)/fiber opt(J2O)/wire harness(Sun Generic)/power supply(NeSTPower)/sheet metal-plastic),Software services (TVM+Cochin+Cyber),
Systems Integration services (networking, security, Call center).
Along with these shots we hear the narration
Narration
“The figures talked for itself and the coming years saw NeST group grow from strength to strength. From hardware NeST group diversified into Software, Educational Institutions, Networking & System Integration, Condiments, etc. Product Development, Manufacturing services, Software services, Systems Integration services,You name it NeST has a solution”(The titles Product Development,Manufacturing services etc can be superimposed along with the shots and narration)
Scene 10
We move through a shot of a globe projecting the Global NeST group offices. From there we move on to the thousands of NeST employees, corporate office, Nest work culture etc. Along with these shots we hear the narration
Narration
“Today NeST group sees itself as the premier technological business group in Kerala and amongst the finest groups in India and across the globe.NeST group operates its own offices from USA, UK, Australia, Japan, UAE apart from being a leading hardware and software exporter all over the world. Nest has stabilized itself into a 500 million group employing over 3000 professionals today. The journey has indeed been a rewarding and humbling one.”
Scene 11
We move to a shot of MD Mr. N Jehangir speaking of the NeST Success story
Scene 12
We move to the shots of employees working,Walking out of office,coming to office in cars,bikes,Shot of first employee and some other employees. Along with these shots we hear the narration
Narration
“NeST Group owes its success hugely to its tem of faithful professionals.A pool of satisfied employees working towards a common goal has always been the pillar of NeST groups strength.With the smallest Employee attrition rate over the years NeST group believes in the power of togetherness and belonging.”
Scene 13
We move to a shot of Chairman Mr. Javed Hassan speaking on NeST Clients
Scene 14
We move through some shots of common man across the globe making use of NeST Technology in their day today life. Shots of a common man making a cell phone call, and another person using PC for a video chat. Shots of power plant, refinery. Shots of a car, plane and train.We can show some of the NeST products also Along with these shots we hear the narration
Narration
“The impact of the success of NeST group can be seen in the day today lives of people all over the world today.With its advanced technology and products NeST group has transformed the life of common man in health care,communication,industrial and automotive sectors. It has made world indeed a small place to live connecting people and technology globally. It has made the life easier, faster and sophisticated for the common man across the globe”
Scene 15
We move to a shot of Chairman Mr. Javed Hassan speaking of the changing face of Kerala, Motivation from government and bureaucracy etc in 2 or 3 sentences.
Scene 16
A shot of a window opening into a beautiful scenery in Kerala.We move through some shots of Kathakali, Vallamkali, Kalaripayattu etc very sharply. Along with these shots we hear the narration. Shots of a technologically progressed kerala. A shot of a patient undergoing CT scanner or MRI test. Shots of a common man making a cell phone call, and another person using PC for a video chat. Shots of power plant, refinery. Shots of a car, plane and train.
Narration
“The global success of NeST group also saw Kerala transforming over the years.Yes, Kerala has finally opened its arms as a place for fruitful investment. Nest group’s astounding success story has proved that beyond any doubt today. It has proved if the abundant natural resources and skilled manpower are used to its advantage, Kerala can be an investors paradise. We see positive growth across all spheres of life today changing the face of the Gods Own Country. For NeST, it was only giving back to its motherland, where NeST will always belong.”
Scene 17
We move to a shot of Chairman Mr. Javed Hassan speaking of the future growth plans of NeST in 2 or 3 sentences.
Scene 18
We see the NeST employees standing in the shape of NeST logo.As we come down we can see smiling faces.
Narration
“A dream can never end. It can only flow.
For NeST future is about believing in themselves.
It’s about cultivating people and growing hearts.
It’s about never stopping.”
Scene 19
We see employees in bulk coming out from the NeST units.Smiling faces.
Narration
“And they will continue walking…”
The screen fades.
Scene 20
We move to the people standing as a logo and signaling “V” towards the camera from an arial view.
Narration
“NeST Group –The Next Generation Group”
End titles.
Towards A New Horizon
This is the last poem (if you can call this one) I wrote almost a decade back during my engineering days. Obviously this one was about civil engineers and their dreams. This should be the ideal post to begin with here.
Memories from an interesting past..
Towards A New Horizon
We see a new sunrise in every heartbeat
And shining rays of life in innocent smiles
We are the creators, bound to build a new world
A world of peace, Happiness and tender flowers of childhood innocence
Minding the minds and driving the way
Leading the way to a pleasant day
We believe in the day today
In the days of concrete dreams and flowering darkness
We have a prayer to keep
To build a new world filled with splendid sunshine
Where love prevails and hopes and humanity remains
Where the fragrances of mankind smelling like roses
And peace and integrity concreted up in human minds
Where man learn to recognize himself
Himself, his inner self
And in this world of stolen hearts and dead conscience
We have a prayer to keep
O yes, my dear we are the creators
Bound to build a new world
A world of peace, happiness and tender flowers of childhood innocence
Memories from an interesting past..
Towards A New Horizon
We see a new sunrise in every heartbeat
And shining rays of life in innocent smiles
We are the creators, bound to build a new world
A world of peace, Happiness and tender flowers of childhood innocence
Minding the minds and driving the way
Leading the way to a pleasant day
We believe in the day today
In the days of concrete dreams and flowering darkness
We have a prayer to keep
To build a new world filled with splendid sunshine
Where love prevails and hopes and humanity remains
Where the fragrances of mankind smelling like roses
And peace and integrity concreted up in human minds
Where man learn to recognize himself
Himself, his inner self
And in this world of stolen hearts and dead conscience
We have a prayer to keep
O yes, my dear we are the creators
Bound to build a new world
A world of peace, happiness and tender flowers of childhood innocence
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