It's time- Gangs of Wasseypur

  If life was 'American Beauty' everything would flash past my eyes right now.  Only I am not dying.  I have been awake twenty hours and worked happily through those. But sleep eludes me.  It's 4.08am on the 22nd of June, 2012.    A very reliable and intellectual friend of mine suggested that I write a blog before the big day, "because life is going to change in a major way."  For the last many weeks, this film has been the only thing on my mind. Before that, it was always on the back of my mind. Every single day,in one way or another, it presented itself to me.  And since August 2010, it's been somewhere in the container of my body. Always. In a few hours the first show will happen. In less than 24 hours, it will be lauded ,dismissed or tolerated. I just got back from a screening and I think that in all likelihood the first option seems the most plausible. And I am not being optimistic,just observant. What if it's not enough? Not everyone loves everything? What if it's not understood? What if.....? What if? What if? This is endless. Scenes from the recent past emerge. The anxious first day of the shoot,the Hotel-Motel-less town of Obra,Sardar Khan,breakdown scenes,Nagma,tiff with colleague,reel-love,Ok international Hotel in Varanasi, Varanasi,Varanasi,Varanasi,Ganga,Filr cafe,cow,prosthetics,crowd,pack up,tears,Mumbai,the wait,Luv Shuv..., casting,banners, Cannes premiere, Croisette, Maggie Lee, promotions, small town,big town,flash lights, live interviews, newspapers, clothes,flights, Anurag Kashyap. Anurag Kashyap :-) I wish I could project straight from my brain on to the screen what is flashing past my eyes.  My mother patiently dropping me to Kathak classes, my first play, brother, attention seeking behaviour at a knee-high age, Father, mimicking teachers to hone skills,the Shivalik world of Delhi shoots,sweeping the Prithvi theatre stage, Barry John, Saurab Sachdeva and watching a houseful screening at PVR Juhu, 11pm. You don't have to be dead to watch your life in rewind mode. If you are nervous, it does anyway. Goodnight. Good morning maybe? It's 440 am already. The Gods must be waking up for the day. Time to say a little prayer and disappear.  Like an Olympic runner works four years for an 11 second 100 meter race, the fact the a new future is hours away dawns on me. We're Olympic runners.  It's time. And I think it's on our side.

In the air with Anurag and Manoj

Indigo Flight 6E 185, Lucknow-Delhi-Mumbai It seems bizarre to visit a new city for the first time for a mere five hours, and spend six hours reaching it. This is the first city promotion tour of my life. i am unslept, caffeinated and excited and so is the man on the aisle seat ( Anurag Kashyap). The middle seat is occupied by a man whose reel life persona in Gangs Of Wasseypur now looks like a great deal of work, considering he calls himself a 'sissy flyer'.  Flight mein Sardar Khan asardar nahi hote! Manoj Bajpayee makes for interesting,nervous and jovial company.   (We are flying non-business, and we dont mind as we do often fly coach happily, as this gets us to Mumbai at a decent hour and we need to fly to Nagpur tomorrow) There is a proverb and a popular Hindi film song that declares - "jungal mien mor naacha kisne dekha? "  With the maddening distractions available on TV in the form of trailers,cricket or the daily soap, an alert and intelligent promo campaign is indispensable. We feel the need for it, and so Mr Kashyap is working with all his might despite a debilitating throat and ear infection. I am not sure he minds that his phone will remain off in air. All day I have heard him answer the same questions in telephonic interviews or talk to his E.P about random people threatening to sue the film. Fatigue wins. He falls asleep as soon as he sits. the captain announces that there might be turbulence and our sweet sissy Sardar khan feels his eyelids grow heavier!  We're doing city tours i.e. visiting select cities and meeting the media and the aam aadmi. Inherent in this kind of strategy is the assumption that people to people contact will help spread the word about our epic film. The assumption is right.  :-)  After a press conference in a plush restaurant in a mall and a ritual visit to the Dainak Jagran office, we headed to the airport.  All through the day people thronged the venues, asking questions, repeating Manoj's famous dialogues. "Karara  jawab milega"' a young man yelled arbitrarily on spotting him.    Flights irritate him. "it's so long , I feel like we're headed back from London"' says Manoj. The day is ending, we shall reunite tomorrow for another city and another mini adventure. A sea of curious, enthusiastic strangers who will soon seem familiar await us in the morrow.  Mumbai shines beneath. Anurag plays scrabble.Manoj looks out of the window trying to spot his home in Lokhandwala. "Ma'am kindly switch off electronic device as we will land now"

The Cannes series- The screening and the madness!!!!

22nd of June, 2012

8am-
still early . ought to sleep more... Five hours is too less.

830am-
call Mom. it's 12 noon in India, must be in a lecture. Why am I queasy. I didn't even drink at india pavilion party.







9am-
Breakfast in the hotel. Funny, I am in Cannes, no French toast , French fries, let alone French wine in breakfast buffet.Sigh! Vegetarian me.

10am-
Time to leave for for the hair and make up appointment with L'oreal. Tummy ache.

En route Cannes

 I write this post from the unlikeliest location. The ChatrapatiShivaji International airport's free WiFi and my Ipad have joined hands in warm namastey. I am on my way to Cannes. People who know me will vouch for the fact that I am a curious type. A glo-cal, gypsy, butterfly, excited at the mere thought of any out station travel, even to Lonavla. So needless to say, I am looking forward to France. But because I have two hours to kill, and a caffeinated brain, I choose to dissect my excitement.     When I finished the shoot of GOW, all the assistants received postcards from me. Silly nostalgic little reminisces of the past three months (give and take a few weeks).  Yes,  there is excitement about going to one of the biggest film festivals in the world. Yes, it is as much about the fashion as it is the films. Yes, I feel incredibly lucky about getting this opportunity in my very first film as lead.  But I have to confess, I am more curious about knowing what Ghaywan or Bala will wear than meeting Eva Longoria. Or any other such celebrity who is famous enough for the name to become a stereotype. In short, butterflies do somersaults in my stomach when I think of reuniting with the team, or well, at least some of it. The team is so crucial in any film. Sure everybody is a professional, but the  level  of comfort created by a set of good assistants on a film ensures that the comfort translates onto the actor's faces. The performances become natural, wings are not clipped and one feels emboldened enough to improvise. Again, this flows from the core. The  captain of the ship is the one that instils these values. (Anurag Kashyap  in this case).  Well, the best actors don't give two hoots about anything other than the role, but I have a long way to go. The 'social-economic context' affects me on a set. Not an ideal situation, but a human one nonetheless.  After the film wrapped I hosted a tiny luncheon in my house for the over-worked AD team., desperately trying to create more time to reminisce about. So, while I feel fabulously ready, (despite my one and a half functioning legs and the recent wheel-chaired past), my excitement multiplies manifold at the thought of meeting some of the people that contributed to my growth as an actor and a professional ! The screening of our creation....beside the Croisette couldn't hurt either!  Team, here I come, to stand among you in our moment of glory. PS- Siddharth Aryan I shall do you proud. Nishant Bangar we HAVE taken this to the next level.

Ms. Godda Chadda

On the sets of my latest film, with a heart full of enthusiasm, a body feeling the pleasant pains of the last day’s good workout, and a skin glowing from plentiful sleep, I was READY.

It was a day of minor stunts. I had to jump, chase,leap,lunge and run.  The team had made the required arrangements. I did a few jumps and felt like the queen of my castle. Soon, I felt a small sensation in my stomach.  The next jump, from where I stood, looked alright. The director jumped twice and the first AD hustled us on. Not his fault, that was his job. And then I jumped.

....The team was sitting under a blue tent in my eye-line. A tall palm tree stood behind them. The sky was blue and the ground was hard under the mattresses.  What I had felt three milliseconds before the jump is what can be described as ‘gut feeling’...

Black-out.

Money! Sex! Health!

Do you take the burden of the world upon you shoulders? Do you find it hard to say no? Do you think if you don’t help someone they will suffer, wither and die? Do random and often able-bodied beggars on the road make your eyes moist? Do you suffer from a good-person complex?

Read on. 

Who is not a shoemaker???

Dev.D

Yes, I wasn’t in the movie. Yes, I had nothing to do with the production of it in any way, but, it was a big deal for me. No. And the director in question is no shoemaker!

Why?

College was over. I had stopped working with Nadira Babbar’s Ekjute Theatre Group and joined Barry John. Under his direction, we commenced work on a play called Baghdad ka Ghulam. I was excited to know that sometime in the 80s, King Khan himself had played the title role under Barry Sir’s direction.

Barry John's Baghdad ka Ghulam.  I, in orange.

My desire to become an actor was well-known among my peers by now. Someone suggested I go to audition for an Anurag Kashyap film. I greedily agreed!

Aram Nagar is a legendary place. Spotted with Beverly-Hills-like palm trees, it’s a magical place where in the abundant nearby coffee shops, creative people meet. Much in the nature of a marriage consummating, an idea for a film is conceived at every table, and while most such films have a limited release on that very table, some masterpieces actually see light of day. So …I went to 40, Aram Nagar part 2, with greasepaint on my face. Three gentlemen were in a small wooden floored room to take the audition. Vasan Bala * was one of them.

Thoughttrain

Birth.Amritsar. Khalistan. Run. Delhi. Joint family. Four brothers. Tomboy. Antidote. Kathak. “Beta, dance for uncle”. Groan. Attention problem. Art. Limelight-hungry. Movies. Madhuri Dixit. Awkward teenager. Puberty. Spectacles. Braces. Ugly-Betty. Art. Recluse. Salman Rushdie. Alanis Morissette. Puberty. Waxing. Contact lenses. Art. More dancing.Performing art.Theatre.Kuhu.Kirti Jain. Aur Kitne Tukde. “I know nothing”. Barry John. College. Mumbai. Barry moves to Mumbai. Baghdad ka Ghulam. Audition. Dev.D. Oye Lucky. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Dolly! Work. No-work. Thanikachalam. Vasan Bala. Wet Bride. Khalid Mohammad.Kennedy Bridge.Independence Day. Anurag Kashyap. Gangs of Wasseypur. (Waiting for June 22^nd).  Waiting. Waiting. Waiting patiently. 

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