Talk. Jabber. Blabber. Chatter. Rant. Gibber. Prattle. Blether. Burble. Natter. Drone On.
It is largely an unacknowledged fact that gossip is a great stress buster. Ask any woman or more importantly, any man who will vehemently deny until his last breath, the human male species’ natural proclivity for “information-sharing”.
And that social activity is what we do when we get enough time to breathe and talk shop with fellow filmmakers. Grumbling over the fact that filmmaking doesn’t pay...Bashing up a new film...Arguing over choice of actors...Debating t
he need for censorship...et cetera et cetera..
Helps a lot to know that you are not the only “unemployed” wanna-be filmmaker who wonders how his life would have been if he had taken the cushy job his engineering degree had offered him. Moments of doubt tempered with clouds of regret.
In such bursts of vicissitude, one forgets the newness of the relationship with the filmmaking process. The first time you held the camera and you could sense that it fitted, that it would be your extended eye for the decades to follow...the time when you watched a movie with friends and thought all the while, “I know I could do this better” and went ahead to prove it. The sense of achievement you felt at the age of seven when you imitated your loud neighbour and your mother did not admonish you because she was busy laughing with awe.
Recall the first moment you looked beyond the line of vision. Bask in the spotlight.
And here’s a secret prayer of thanks that you are where you wanted to be.
It is largely an unacknowledged fact that gossip is a great stress buster. Ask any woman or more importantly, any man who will vehemently deny until his last breath, the human male species’ natural proclivity for “information-sharing”.
And that social activity is what we do when we get enough time to breathe and talk shop with fellow filmmakers. Grumbling over the fact that filmmaking doesn’t pay...Bashing up a new film...Arguing over choice of actors...Debating t
he need for censorship...et cetera et cetera..Helps a lot to know that you are not the only “unemployed” wanna-be filmmaker who wonders how his life would have been if he had taken the cushy job his engineering degree had offered him. Moments of doubt tempered with clouds of regret.
In such bursts of vicissitude, one forgets the newness of the relationship with the filmmaking process. The first time you held the camera and you could sense that it fitted, that it would be your extended eye for the decades to follow...the time when you watched a movie with friends and thought all the while, “I know I could do this better” and went ahead to prove it. The sense of achievement you felt at the age of seven when you imitated your loud neighbour and your mother did not admonish you because she was busy laughing with awe.
Recall the first moment you looked beyond the line of vision. Bask in the spotlight.
And here’s a secret prayer of thanks that you are where you wanted to be.
its the joy of doing what one enjoys most. money might be less but its the happiness one gets out of ts own creation that counts. Creativity gives you a thrill.
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