We be the TV people

When find my hands on a keyboard after ages...my first thought is to pen down some random lines in my head...All this while I've been shooting at Madh. Mad working hours, mad people, mad rains and mad food. Not to mention the lack of good clean loos when I want to take a leak. But there is something in me...which when the lights go all lit up and after the initial madness when the director shouts "silence" which makes me rever the moment, the fact that a crew of 100 odd people have worked hard for this one moment on TV. We are mad people. We bitch, we drink, we work till we drop and ours hair falls out or we look prematurely old. Most of us work for the inner zing which keeps you going and that makes it all worthwhile.

I'm shooting in this bungalow which has a 180 degree view of the sea and the Mumbai skyline in the distance. When it rains, it feels beautiful, to watch all the clouds gathering...the sea rumbling and the boats with their colorful flags all going back. It's romantic and you can imagine pirates, dark stormy seas, or just a cup of coffee and a great book. But no one has the time to stop and stare. Most of the crew is hurrying around, heads averted trying to finish their work or trying to grab a bite to eat. Most of the time we make do with biscuits...not because there is no food. But there is no time to eat it.

The way up is beautiful and the jetty ride to and fro is superb..you learn to ignore the smell and the debris floating in the water..eventually. But it's kickass to be travelling via jetty to your workplace everyday. A little part of me is kicked about it..the outer more tired part is wondering when this mad show will end. But it's cool, nevertheless.

Blog posts come and go in my head all day long...I try to keep my hand on the titles, but sometimes the moment is so strong that it can never be retrieved..and my hands itch for a keyboard.

I've been writing my blog for the past 5 years now. It's been a source of pride, salvation and support. All my thoughts, all my madness. Mrinal, my friend sent me a link of my previous posts and it amazed me to see how much, just how much I have changed. My writing has changed. It's a personal joy everytime I go back and realise that I had to so much to write, so much to say and how I said it.

And I fear that one day I may never be able to write or create magic with words...till I understand that it's always there, waiting for a keyboard.

It's times like these that I realise that I miss writing. A lot.