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Impressionable, I am

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Looking back at my childhood, or even little later when I was in high school/college, I found myself to be impressed and be awed with every new idea I came across. Not only new ideas, but people, thoughts, skills or even emotions. And much before that I could realize that I’ve been attracted, I used to find myself completely immersed in that. That was at times painful to come out, heartbreaking at times or even happened to have fallout between close friendships. But this childlike curiosity kept on growing, and it turned out to be one of the finest gift that I’m born with.

First I was impressed with magic tricks, after watching a show by a local magician. I was barely 13 that time, and still remember the night. I couldn’t sleep well and kept on thinking the jaw-dropping incidents that happened on the stage. Next morning I met that magician at his home and asked him to teach me magic – that kept on going for at least next 2 years and slowly faded away with other more interesting things life kept on presenting me.

Right after entering college, I came across few friends who were serious members of Communist Party. First they pulled me to use my voice on the microphone, that sounded much better then them. And then came the questions in my mind, do I really believe in what I’m saying on the microphones? Those questions made me read the Communist literature to a great extent, and for next few years I ended almost all the materials available on the ideology of Communism. My belief system was shaken, uprooted and then planted deep down with the ideas. But the gap in ideology and electoral politics opened up very significantly, and the day I understood that, slowly I drifted away to other things in life.

It was sometime beginning of 2007, I had joined an organization in Bombay where a group of people used to exchange DVDs of foreign films. That was the time I first saw the works of Majid Mazidi, Felini, Jafar Panahi, and Kurosawa. That was the time I told myself, cinema is THE medium for me – the only way to express myself. Next 5 years went on watching works of other masters of the craft – Tarkovsky, François Truffaut, Godard, Ray, Ritwik Ghatak, Louis Malle, Theo Angelopoulos, and many more…

Even today, I don’t think I have learned anything, miles to go…

(The photograph was taken at Kalaghoda Art Festival, Bombay, 2009)

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    Rahhouba

    Dec 19, 2015

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