Emulsion of Emotions I

Amazement, Thrill, Happiness, Sadness. Do you know how or what a mixture of all the above
would be? Well, I do. Not so special, I assure you. Actually, I did not expect it to be that good.
That explains why I was so Amazed. Thrill - was when you see the seed being planted and find it some day grown into a large tree. Happiness - simple; because it was good. But, Sadness?

We wanted to make a short film for the lit-soc event. "We" being Anvesh and me.

Anvesh was the maajar enthu putter in this event. It is to be expected as he strongly wishes to
become a director after all, wishing to take a road less traveled, unlike many here who take the
predefined paths of IITians, either willingly or unwillingly.

And I was contacted, I think, because (1) He doesn't know anyone else in the hostel who might
get in before making him feel miserable and give up in his life (2) I, in a weak moment, sent him
the link of a competition on movie making for students, which made him think I might actually be interested in this.

First of all, let me clear one thing. I am one of the presidents of the gibbers club, if you know what I mean. Anvesh too, to some extent, but he is interested in some thing alright. I! I do not even know where my interest lies. So, while it was already a bit too much for me to even think of doing it, we sat through a few (fruitless) discussions and thought of the themes and concepts
for making a decent story.

And then Chudi rolled in. He has talent, all right. At least I think so. Good enough to write
dialogues and knowledgeable enough to write screenplay. Now, don't rise your hand and ask me
what I can do. I thought, just thought, may be I can get an idea, a concept, a story. That's it. So,
all three of us used to rack our brains and come up individually with stories that the other two
would waste no time in disliking. And this process went on till we found the deadline staring right into our eyes. Of course, I have to mention Koki's presence too, for he was one of the guys who truly encouraged us and actively participated in the discussions, keeping aside the fact that he, for reasons unknown, desperately wanted the "Hero" role in the film.

By the way, there are a few things I would like to say about Chudi. For starters, the word he likes the most in English is "IMPOSSIBLE". Whatever you might have to say, the compression waves that emit out of the enormous aperture that rests itself just below his nose read "Impossible". I don't even know if he thinks about what we say before saying that word, because if he does, he can easily get into the Guinness or Limca or atleast some other book of the kind for being able to think and analyze so fast. "The World's Fastest Thinking Indian: Chudi"! I have seen pessimists in my life. Why, here is our dear Mao waving both his hands, nice and high, right when I think of one. But none as refined and defined as Chudi is. And this is not about the film or the story; just anything. You might want to try it some time. Its really fun.

As a matter of fact, I am his kin in this respect. I too give up, I admit. But he is more polished than I am. I learn and get inspired by him. Like the other day, when I bunked the E slot exam in quiz 2, wasn't it because he did the same thing in quiz 1? And that was just a sample. There is
more to it you couldn't dare yourself to imagine. Anyway, lets put that aside for now.

As give up as we are, we still tried to do some thing. But I feel our frequencies did not match. We did not resonate and produce a beautiful symphony. Instead, the music we heard was like when a batch of pesky kids find a hard metal band's instruments inside an Indian cave that retaliates with an echo at the slightest whisper you make. It was a complete mess. And nothing could be done.

Owing to this kind of circumstances, and following our same old nature and culture, we ultimately gave up. We fell back to our normal, peaceful, nothing-to-do, not-at-all-eventful routine. But not for long.

Anvesh came back with a news. Not many other hostels were doing this. They too gave up just
like us. If we do it now, may be we will have a chance to win. We will just have to do some arbit
thing and submit and Presto! We win! That was our chain of thoughts.

Anvesh came up with a concept too and I did not wish to debate on it as we just planned to do
some thing after all; just for the sake of doing it, may be like a practice for the future. And whats
more, the last date was extended too. So, me, Chudi and Anvesh sat over the story again. The
concept was plain and simple. It deals with the smartness of a boy who is able to get contact
number from a girl with attitude. Shortly, Chudi wrote the sample script. And of course, it was
decided that he would write the remaining script.

And I! I did not know what I was doing. The concept wasn't mine. The dialogues weren't mine.
You need not even guess about the in-production and the post-production part. I know as much
about them as a 5 year old would of Hamiltonian operator. If there was anything in which i could help, it was only in the script. So I was trying to think of ways in which the script could be better, even though, for some reason, I was not feeling like it.

Everything was going on well and alarmingly peaceful. But deep inside we knew we had forgotten some thing. Some thing very important. At that moment it struck to us! Together! Like a bolt of lightning!! We had forgotten to take care of the most important and THE most difficult thing.

To be continued...