Home alone. So much fun! The movie, that is. In reality, it really sucks to be alone; and it doubly sucks when the rest of your family is on holiday while you and your damaged passport are left behind!
I was denied a UK Visa because of a damaged passport! My fault! I should have applied for a new one when the lamination was beginning to peel off. PS: I’m happy my gawky pic will be off my new passport. Small (vain) pleasures.Among other small pleasures, I met K Jo this week. Not like it was the first time. It’s happened thrice, each lasting for the same 1.5 minutes.
Being pushy has never been my style. I can NEVER EVER gush and say “Hi Karan, I loved KANK” Even though I did. I find it extremely hard to approach a director and say corny stuff like “Hi I’m an actor and it’s an honor to meet you (with the ‘please cast me in your next movie’ look)”. Walking up to a person and saying that, hoping to bag a role, is NOT networking. As my mum puts it, I missed another ‘golden opportunity!’
(ATTN: Mom) I respect the fact that one’s got to fit a character and I respect the law of nature that brings a role to someone or someone to a role. May be once my film releases, my performance will be appreciated and I’ll be approached for other roles.
Jab we met
The first time I met Karan was in my teens. The whole gang: SRK, Gauri, Manish Malhotra and K Jo were on the same flight as us. My mum asked the flight attendant for stationery for mini me to get their scribbles on.
It was right after Kuch Kuch Hota Hai (K2H2) and signing autographs was probably new to him. I remember him saying to his pals “Hang on ya... let me give my autograph at least.” The second time I met him was in Poland, where he was judging the Miss World pageant. The most recent meeting, however, was brief and the photograph and autograph business is now part of his starry routine. He rushed out to avoid being hounded, but I got my picture.
Amongst other things, my play rehearsals are in full swing now. Theatre is supposed to be an “actor’s medium” as film is a “director’s medium” and tele-serials a writer’s. When you’re on stage, you call the shots. The director can’t jump on stage and yell “Cut!” But I love my director and I love my play and I hope you do too.