From writing prose and poetry as a child, playing the sitar, fabric painting, paper towel flowers, decorating daughter's tees (when she was 11) with warli figures and nimbupani poetry, salvaging a long gone dining table plywood top by covering it with a fabric and doing a huge warli on it after hanging that up (the table got a new proper top), gifting folks with personalised warli art, to blogging in prose and verse , and foisting comments in verse on unsuspecting individuals, the ease with which new media is available to anyone today, has meant that one tries one's hand at so many more things.
Folks carry cameras today like we carried cloth bags in our childhood, to go to the corner market running errands for our parents. In fact today, people forget to carry bags , but never forget their phones and cameras. Softwares have made it possible to sit in one place, with a nice cup of tea, and make films.
I tried my hand at one recently. And the subject was my household help, "S" who I have blogged about frequently on this blog. That one had a daughter, who fiddled with cameras helped. "S" even wore headphones and recorded her story.
I tried putting it all together, and a film happened (if you can call it one).
I am in awe of the fact that we live at a time when someone like me, can one fine day, sit down and make something like this.
I know it needs a lot more polish and slickness. But like the repairs of the Mumbai roads, it will happen in due time.
(Ye gads. I just realized, that like the Mumbai roads, folks can now point to potholes in the film . ....:-(....)
Never mind.
The trouble is, "S" speaks in Marathi in the film. Hopefully some folks will understand . I haven't figured out how to do subtitles. Maybe you can't do that here. Who knows.
But have a look. At my new blog . "Phillumwalli".
