--> -->The --> people in the fotos r still alive. these r pics taken during the making of our short film.
The crew required 3 corpses out of which one was created using pillows and cricket bats. but the other two had 2 be real bodies. finally 2 of the team members volunteered to perform the 'easy' role. the 2 gals willingly crawled into the coffins.
Well, the experience of 'playing dead' was so much fun initially. hundreds of people watching u while u pretend 2 b sleeping in a coffin... no acting skills required, no extra efforts needed, all u hv 2 do is 2 b still till the directer says "cut".
in a few minutes the real stress came 2 light. staying still 4 a long time is truly challenging. u cannot move even if u feel itchy under ur feet. controlling ur breathe is NOT at all easy especially when ur face is covered with 2 layers of thick cloth. keeping ur limbs stiff in a small enclosed space with no room 4 adjustments of any sort, it aches for sometym and then it goes numb. its a terrible feeling.
u hear people passing comments on the acting skills of the corpses (and the funniest part is when the duplicate corpse wins the competition) and then u hear the other characters delivering their dialogs, making mistakes, the rest of the crew laughing and then going 4 another shot. u feel a severe temptation 2 peep out of the blanket and b actually a part of the fun, but NOOO. and when the crew go on a one minute brk in between shots, u hear the 'other corpse' communicating to u. she admits our luck 4 being a dead body in a coffin or else they wud hv burnt us alive. when the others praise u 4 ur acting skills, u hv no other go but giggle and realize that ur whole body is numb.
Finally, after an hour and a half, the directr decides to wrap up the first secne, but failed to say 'cut'. the team dispersed 2 relax 4 smtym & 4got all abt the 2 living corpses under the thick sheets of cloth in the coffin completely dedicated to making the shoot a perfect one.
but no, they were not 4gottn 4 evr. in 5 minutes tym one of them suddenly realised that there were 2 more members in the team and returned to wake them up from 'death'.
2 get out of that coffin was a real task. 2 people had 2 literally pull them out of it. it was a relief to feel the breeze and breathe the fresh air, taste a glass of cold water trickling dwn ur thirsty throat and of course the jilebees... (hw cn i 4gt). it was total fun.
after the lunch brk, the 2 corpse ( thats hw people called them ever after) were bak 2 the coffin 'playing dead'.
Seriously, death is no simple game, it takes a lot of hard wrk.
(sincere thanks to Navin (dirctr), harsha(fotografr))
(Article date ; October 2010)
The loud cheers and the exploding crackers could be heard at midnight from the not so far away church. Well this year, I had no celebrations. Back from a tiring trip, my family was too exhausted to celebrate New Year the usual style. All were off to bed early.
On the 'new' year morning, we all got up and things went as usual. The others left to office early and I was left do nothing much for the rest of the day, so, after my breakfast and little household works I went online to check my mails. And I decided to publish a buzz wishing every1 a very happy new year. I had noticed something funny this morning and that was the date. It read 1.1.11. I posted that too on the buss. After sometime I returned to my usual hobby and forgot all about the special day.
In the evening, everyone was back from office and the rest of the day was also spent normally. We had our evening tea, a little chat, mom told about her busy schedule for the rest of the week, dad also mentioned he was busy for some days and I decided to spend one more Sunday with my family before returning to college though I am already late. We watched TV for some time and then had our dinner.
At night, once again I decided to check my mails just to see if I have got any reply to any of the mails I sent in the morning. Nothing special was there. I switched off the computer and went to my table to enter my notes in my personal diary. Once again the date came to my notice. It was the first of January 2011. The first day of the new year. And it went just like that, .like just any other day... like yesterday.... so what was actually special about the day? The sun rose in the east... and the night fell after the dusk... Everything was just the same. Nothing was different except for the date.
So what does a new year actually mean? Is it just about the change of the date? A hype by the world consumer market to boost up their year end sales and revenue? What exactly is the reason for the celebration? Until last year, we used to celebrate it in our own little way. We used to go out for dinner on 31st. And return home only after midnight. There was fun in it. The joy of being together, the pleasure of doing things together, counting stars in the night sky together, laughing together and traveling at midnight together. This year we were together and we did do things together and had lots of fun like any other day. Only that we did not realize it was a new calendar year as such. Then I realized, it’s not about the date or about a new year, the celebration is about being together and being happy. And for me every day is a new year then.
Posting this as my first article of the fresh year, I take this opportunity not just to wish all my dear ones a beautiful year ahead but also to thank each and every one of them for making every single day of my life a happy one.
