Showing posts with label Gender Issues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gender Issues. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Paranjsothy - Chennai Diary 3


If you think finding a girl to marry is the most difficult thing, then take it from me, finding the right girl to act in your movie is far more difficult. I’ve had the most tiring experience doing so. Contrary to the popular belief that there are thousands of girls dying to get a chance to act in movies, the actual fact is that not even a single one from this thousand suits ‘all’ the conditions set by your project.

She should look convincing enough for the role, besides being an eye candy. Then in case of a story such as that of ‘Paranjsothy’, the girl not only has to look pretty, but has to have that tenderness, that would make someone want to protect them. A subtle level of sensuousness needs to be there too. Because of the intensity of love in the story.

Now that’s just about how she looks, but that's not all. The girl still has to ‘perform’ in front of the camera. For that the right attitude has to be there. It could be taught. But that would be a highly expensive proposition.

The fee factor - most important of all factors - comes at the very end. Because each artist has to fit into the set budget. Any variation to the set budget could affect the overall equilibrium of the project.

Some of the girls that attended the auditions we conducted were outright funny. Tell them to smile. And they would twist their lips to a neat ‘O’. Tell them to look into the camera. And they would point their chin towards the camera and strain their vision to bypass their nose and finally reach the camera. Ask to them imagine like a girl who has just been proposed to and is expected to give a positive reply. They would pretend having got proposals from at least a thousand young lovelorn young men – given their looks, and finally giving a blank stare at the camera – I also love you. A shake with the head – meaning affirmative – the character she is supposed to speak to, followed by a sheepish grin – to the crew members who are left wondering why they even plan to make a movie in the first place.

Then there are others. The experienced lot – usually one under-production film old - whom we would like to consider for the role as a second option. Second option, because we aren’t getting what we exactly wanted. These girls would audition for the role along with a sales presentation of their talents, and when we call them up to confirm their schedules, they give some of the lamest excuse to back out. The movie requires some intense scenes - I can’t do that. Or, I have committed to another project during the same time – I don’t have the dates available. Or, I don’t know the language – arre! If these were their excuses, why the hell they come to the auditions in the first place? I mean, our very invitation that we mailed to each of them had all the answers to these excuses.

God, help us. Please.

Friday, September 03, 2010

This is her. And this is me.

She cried when we spoke over the phone after our first fight.
She cried the first time we hugged.
She cried when I called her from the airport when I was leaving the country.
She cried when I first called her from London.
She cried the first time we did video chat over Skype.
Yesterday she cried when she saw me for the first time this month after she was back from hospital.
In fact, she cried each time I said anything good about her. Or, bad. Or sometimes, even just when I spoke.

Even though I hate to see her crying. Can I ever get to stop her from her outbursts? And can I even doing anything about it other than sheepishly and helplessly looking at her? This is her. And this is me. Do we need a reason why we love each other so much?

(Image courtesy: www.walkofthoughts.blogspot.com)

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Personality. Of a human being.

Personality of a person is a combination of traits or characteristics that he or she has both inherited and been influenced over the years, owing to factors that are social, cultural and experienced basis.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Its a crazy, crazy world!!!

What's really happening to this part of the world? Going bonkers'?

I mean, I have heard there are gays and lesbians that are quite open about their feelings here. But actually, sucking at each others tongue, squeezing each other, that too right under one's nose is kinda gross.

I don't mind having my voyeuristic eyes roaming all over the ones that take pride in displaying their emotions publically. But not them. Definitely not them. Where have all the straight ones gone?

Monday, December 01, 2008

Colours

She:
He always told her he snores – that’s how his friends had made him believe him. And the first time they slept together, she woke up a little while later and found him peacefully sleeping besides him.

Absence of that anticipated snore surprised her. Not believing her own ears she checks him, placing her ears on his chest. ‘Well, nothing wrong with the heartbeats’. She happily realizes that he was lying to her about the snoring bit.

She looks at him lovingly, tracing her finger along the contours of his face. Eye brows, nose, lips, jaw and the neck. She plants a kiss on his cheeks, tenderly. Then another one on his mouth. And finds her-self among a sudden rise in passion, she kisses him again. A little lower this time. On his chin. Then on the neck. A tickling sensation on his skin wakes him up. She finds him looking down at her, smiling. She pulls his face towards her and kisses him on his lips. A long and deep one this time.

He:
He beams with happiness. It’s truly a blessing to be loved, and certainly, a great high to wake up to the kisses of the one who makes you feel the most special.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

You...

You are the friend on whose shoulder I get all the strength I need
You are the mother in whose lap I am protected from the world
You are the child I have always wanted to father

You are the lover who makes all my pains disappear

You are the smile that makes my face look beautiful
You are the heartbeat that keeps me alive
You are the love that stays always in my heart

I wouldn't be the same without you... ever again, ever again...

You came into my life when I was hurt and lost and lonely
You gave me strength and inspiration and love
You brought into my life the stability and peace I always yearned for

You sowed the seeds of a new life of happiness in my heart

You made me believe in miracles
You made me believe in love
You made me believe in God

And trying to discover you, I re-discovered myself

Monday, June 23, 2008

Roles of a wife...

Lover - first and foremost
Friend - most (seriously) important
Mother - however grown up, all men remain babies
Sister - chivalrous side of men always has an urge to protect
Daughter - ok, once in a while, even a man like to play grown-up
Manager - of every aspect concerning her family
Prostitute - while in bed with her husband

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Children of sin...

On the faces of her children,
she strained to read her bright future...

But the stars that shone,
led her back to her own past,
and blinded her with its glare...

Monday, May 19, 2008

Teenage Trails (Trivia)...

Years ago. 13 years to be exact. He first smelt sperm. And on the same day, a few minutes before he smelt sperm, he discovered masturbation.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Woman. The mother of man.

(Read this somewhere, and found it too hard 'not' to publish it here...)

The woman is the mother...
However great and powerful may the man be, he can never be the mother... So woman should be respected...

Even in a relation, the pleasure is always mutual... but the pain that follows is not... which makes it just why she should be respected....

Monday, June 18, 2007

Reasons.... Ahh.... Reasons....!!!

"I am sorry too..."
"Its not your fault, I am delibrately not calling you..."
"I am punishing myself..."
"I am stopping myself from not calling you..."
"I admit, it's all my mistake..."
"But I am controlling myself..."

"To hell with you and your reasons.....All you have ever done is drive me crazy, girl.... So pray, never call me again!!!"