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All it takes is a Tall Cafe Mocha

Today was a refreshing day. The past weeks had me caught within a "Coriolis Effect". This effect is the apparent deflection of objects from a straight path if the objects are viewed from a rotating frame of reference.

Sometimes even a steady headed person can deviate and forget that we live within a mesh of various forces. Its not fun being carried away to a strange foreign land by strong staggering wind and not realising that all I had to do was to hold on to the familiar hand of obscurity, until the wind settled.
Instead , once caught in a wildfire, its easier to lose way and get caught towards the worst epicenter, than run out to the perimeter. The Whirlwind, that's what it is.

Today was the day, I got out of that whirlwind. And silly me, all it took was a walk to the local Barnes and Noble, get a tall Cafe Mocha, head to the poetry section and settle all by myself at a little corner in the store.

As my latest muse, Rumi took me in, and overcame all my six senses with his magic words. The deepest emotions, the complex-est cluster in the head, the untended part of my conscience, all literally melt together in an amalgam. The body, mind and soul, stone-stare in complete wonder. Such is the force of Rumi's poetry.
After wandering through the pages, I felt like a new day had just begun.

Mocha was over, and I got another one. I was in no mood to leave. This felt like home.
The Film media section was staring at my face. My feet instinctively took me there. Between the big fat books on hollywood films, were a couple of books on filmmaking. I picked one up and started turning the pages. It was just a regular book on the basics of filmmaking - Production basics, Screenwriting, storyboarding, Editing, SoundEditing, Music Scoring, ADR(Automatic Dialogue Replacement), Foley, and Titles. The reason I mentioned them all is because I just learned today what they all mean. Gosh I never knew the difference between the executive and the associate producer until today. The next time I watch the opening and closing titles of a film, all my attention will be towards who did what and a quick interpretation.

I am so happy ! Thank you B&N.

Comments

InkTank said…
ur post made gud reading.
anand
Proma said…
thanks Anand - I read a littlr bit of inktank , will return there soon
Proma said…
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