Sunday, June 17, 2007 ||
1:35 PM ||
Friday, June 08, 2007 ||
12:36 PM ||
This time around, I have placed a Short film shot on an ordinary Kodak Digital Camera by one of my bestest buddies for your kind approbation. As a budding artist and an ever-willing experimenter, Nandu, as I fondly call him, sure seems to have an amazing flair that would not long remain unnoticed. Sans dialogues and verbal gunshots, this short in black & white, talks vividly of an apathetic emotion that's very rarely expressed. Captured in a span of about two hours on a dramatically dark night, finely edited and imaginatively crafted by this youngster, it would indeed be truly wonderful if you would let him know as to what you think of his debutante effort.
Here’s presenting before you,
The Touch of Salvation
I walk over to the sturdy Gulmohar tree that seems unruffled by the sweltering heat. Bereft of leaves, it dons the flame flowers all over; red, crimson and scarlet petals that sets the sky ablaze. The haughty sun shines unabashed through; a thousand flickering ruby lamps set alight at once. Haphazard thoughts of a wanton love, some sodden wine and the gentle dripping of life blood flit across my mind; I realize that remarkable is the soreness in splendor.
And then I think of Nandita and her incredible scribbles. A life too short lived; somehow I like to believe that she did find a poised solace in the extensive silence that lay behind those solid brick walls.