Try holding dry sand in your palm Chances are that some of it will pass through your fingers. A day in my life seems like that sand. It comes and goes. I can't even say what I did the whole day. I felt busy... but I don't know what I did. Today started with me saying aloud-I need to write another piece for this blog. Then, wifey and me chatted. It may not have been the most pleasant of conversations but I felt fortunate to have such conversations with her. It's a blessing we can talk like that. That day, she had stayed back a little longer as she had already gotten late for work. As she stepped out for work, she reminded me that I ought to write. But I had other pressing things like checking accounts. Accounts for the production of a shoot always put me on a high alert. It doesn't matter if it is a thousand bucks or lakhs. Bad tracking of accounts can burn a hole into your pocket. Then, it also impacts planning for future projects. Getting it right is critical. Stri...

Watching my first film, in a theatre, was one of the most fascinating moments in my life, at that time. I must have been about 6 or 7 years old. I can't remember the name of the film, but I always think it was Paheli (1977). Right now as I watch the film to confirm, the only similarity I can remember is a group of friends coming to a village. Beyond that, it doesn't seem the same. In the backseats of a suburbian theatre (Mehul) in Mulund, I stood with my neck stretched, trying to peer over the heads of people as the large screen lit up with characters, story and music.  All I remember now was that it had a group of naughty, city guys bumbling their way through a rural setting. They are joined by a girl, they sing songs and have a lot of fun (for a good part of the film) until something goes wrong. That's when my fascination for films really took off. Since then, I have seen many, many films. I could go on and on about them, but I'll save them for later. A few yea...