All the world is a stage and everyone plays their part — well, I couldn’t agree with William Shakespeare more, but talking about parts, I guess an actor is slightly more familiar with that territory than others.
I have just finished two films, almost back to back. In one, I play the part of an ad guru who tussles with his ego, power and ambition. In the other, I play a superstar actor in a messed up marriage, and an even more messed up affair — both emotionally and mentally draining over the past six months.
So, inevitably, playing the real parts of father, husband, son or running a business has been far ignored. I find myself staring into a 10-day transition period before I go into playing the part of a cop in Prakash Jha’s next. The film is definitely going to flirt with realism as there is not going to be any lack of it on this shoot, besides the script, the living conditions, lack of infrastructure and above all, the Indian summer in heartland India Pachmarhi, Madhya Pradesh to haunt me.
I decide to dedicate some quality time towards my family and myself. It’s perfect timing as the kids are in transition too, on their break as they wait to join their new academic year. So, plenty of time with them I presume, but that presumption is short-lived as my elder daughter wants to spend more time with her Dadi than her dad, along with some of her friends. It would be unnatural to impose, so I politely wait for an invitation, which isn’t coming. Therefore, in a last desperate attempt hoping that there could be a change of mind, there I am, driving them (five girls including the wife) to Devlali, Dadi’s home!
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