I am a bit excited today, I spoke to a director from Singapore. She worked in TV production for many years...she's 49 now and is doing her Masters in Documentary. Her name: Wahida.

OK the reason behind me being so excited is that we spoke about filmmaking, the procedures, editing tools etc. She is a professional and I felt like I got my invaluable resource of information...the door to gain knowledge from an expert. So I tried to share whatever I knew to check out what I was missing...learnt a lot from her and our conversation went really well.

I have been working on this short film plot for a while, and had shared that idea with many of my friends. I was a bit disappointed because most of them didn't really get the point...so I left it at that.

So today I took the opportunity and described her the plot...she seemed quite excited about it...I was soooo glad...well she could actually visualise the things exactly as I meant...and she was contributing...it was very interactive.

So yes, seems like I am in the right track...hope I don't get steered away!

A man is having a long walk...he is listening to music on i-shuffle. So many thoughts are passing his mind.He is a writer and is busy constructing stories...he sees images, flashes of memories, faces,expressions,bits and pieces of events...

There were birds flying around and it was a windy afternoon. He was walking around in a park.

Suddenly he saw an image in his mind. Someone walking fast(only legs can be seen), as he was about to turn to a corner, a strong wind past and a bird flew and hit his stomach. The man falls and the bird's beak had hit his stomach, and as the man held the bird; accidentally; he was quivering, and the bird scratched him more to fight free. The man lies on the pavement,blood spilling on all directions and people are circling around him.

At that moment something hit the writer, he held his stomach, holding whatever had hit him,he fell down and started screaming like a hurt man.

A boy called back and ran towards him, "Sorry! are you hurt?"

The boy was trying hard to keep himself from laughing. The writer suddenly realized something. He opened his hands, it was just a ball! A tennis ball!

The writer stood up and gave the ball to the boy, ashamed of his reaction . Others stared at him as if he was mad. Who would ever know, what was going on in his mind?

I don't know what had happened recently...I have been writing a lot of crap in here...looks like a mess down there!

I realized that I haven't written any of my thoughts and ideas here...I usually put them down in my diary...but God! This place seems to be starving for my thoughts!



So okay I'll start by putting my about life at first. Well it is my point of view and only applicable to me of course. ...

You see I think one should break up the life into phases...like,
each 5 years= 1 phase
...And every phase should have a purpose...it should start off with a new beginning…
....a new prespective of life...a new life...
if one fails in one phase…then should start off fresh with a new phase....if succeeds in a phase one can continue that phase and prolong the success....I think in that way one can never be depressed with life...and life would be much simpler, yet fulfilling...

I want to be in my death bed thinking...what have I done...if I can think of a phase of my life that I loved and enjoyed then I can die peacefully...and much would be done in a life time , don't you think? ?

So I was thinking that day,

I am sitting in this cold dark room
lonely and sad
and your face keeps
flashing
over and over again!

I am desperately holding on to
the memories that I had
with you my darling
I remember the times when you would
nuzzle at my ears
and make me blush!

And how you held me
in your warm arms
So safe I felt then
How nice it felt..

Yes I am remembering all that had happened
It's sad though!
What went wrong??
It never worked and never would...

I miss you deeply it is true..
Would you come back again
and kiss my forehead
just as you did...

Would you touch my temple?
As tenderly as you did
And speak to me with that deep voice
....enlightening me with all your thoughts!

Yes I miss you deeply
It is true...
Yes I am holding on those sweet memories...
remembering you...

Moon?

Sometimes I wonder

Am I like a moon?

My mood as you see

Is sometime shiny

And sometime blue

You look at me from a distance

I seem nice?

But as you come closer and closer

You would see all the flaws within

I take deep breath...

It's sad though

With all the love that I have got...

I hide my self behind the fake thick curtain

Showing different shapes

At different times

AS I glow...

I smile and love

And then I disappers

You won't find the person you had loved

with affection and care

I seem nice

From far you see

But as you come close to me

you would see all the flaws within

I am a moon you see

I shine on your light

and act like it is mine!

I hide behind the thick thick curtain

Taking different shapes

You would see the different sides of me at times

Yet you would still love me

And write poems about me

and compare me with your love