Staring at the blank page... One hour later still staring at the Blank page...
Okay, I think it’s high time I start moving my fingers on the keyboard. What do I write about? Well, I think this is a good topic, no, no wait I think that is better. Hmmm, but the other thing would be interesting. Oh God! Help!
It’s a strange feeling of too many thoughts running through my head and at the same time, I’m completely blank. It’s like sitting for an examination staring at a question, the answer to which you know but can’t remember.
The first time, I was asked to do a scene at the Lee Strasberg Theatre Institute in New York by my acting teacher, she told me to choose a scene/character that’s closest to my personality, so it would be easier to perform and that in turn would give me confidence to overcome my fears. Hence, I have decided to follow the same principle in writing too.
What do I love the most? What have I grown up on? A simple question sometimes has a simple answer.
Movies — my first memory of a film was sitting in a rickshaw in Latur (my hometown), travelling with my mum and brothers. She was holding my younger brother Dhiraj in her arms who was six months old then, I was 3 years old, sitting on one side and Amit was five. So he was allowed to hold the railing and stand. I don’t remember many things of my life when I was three but this one I remember as I was going watch a movie in a theatre for the first time.
I still remember all of us sitting in a stuffy theatre along with a few aunties. Amit was the lucky one to get a chair for himself, while Dhiraj and I had to settle for laps. I was mesmerised with the visuals that I didn’t understand.
Sounds of gunshots, dancing, a bald man, island and sharks lingered in my memory for a long time. Over the years, we kept watching the same movie a hundred times on video and recited every dialogue and danced to each song. As time went by, I watched many films in that theatre and others, but nothing matched the feeling of watching a big screen for the first time.
Strangely, we remember all the first times in our lives, the fact that they are done for the first time, they are special. That day in the theatre at the age of three, I lost my virginity to watching films and today, I lose it to writing. So it’s never too late to lose your virginity.