On Saturday, dear old Kartik Iyer, mobiled: Uncle, coming on Sunday. Is it okay by you? Me said: Yes. Waited. On Sunday at around 12 he walked in with his knapsack bulging with film videos. Kartik at 18 is films, American films in particular by his own admission. 'They are always in my head,' he admits. Unhinged the backpack; said: 'Have made a film and want you to see it.' Nodded a fait accompli. Rama asked, 'How many hours? Should we have lunch before or after the film?' Replied Kartik: 'Five minutes.' He tagged the film to the computer; Rama and me stood waiting for the National Anthem. These days we stand, do not sit. 'No, please sit,' Kartik told us and we sat wondering whether anyone would hammer us. Kartik Iyer is the director and lone actor in the film; he cooks Maggi and broods over life. Five minutes. Me saw it a second time for taste. Had lunch of sambhar, bhaji, sweet pongal and papad; Kartik shimmers at Rama's sambhar. After, we got to discuss the five minute shot; a bit dfficult, me said and Kartik explained: At college, I roam as the lecture goes on. Eating Maggi noodles, he roams in the film for five minutes between god and science and spirituality. Liked the attempt, did not grasp it; told him as much; am no film critic as know nothing of long and near shots, cameras and all that. Me has a second problem; am not good at matters abstruse; from Samuelson Price Theory to Advaita of Samkara to Existentialism of Sartre; cannot go beyond Ruskin Bond and Alice in Wonderland. Kartik perhaps chose the wrong man for the screening. He unzipped downloaded films; he is not into Indian films; foreign films make his palate. Fair enough. Some two days ago son Ganesh and me saw snatches of Fences of Denzil Washington and Viola Davies; Denzil hollered, couldnt make sense; Viola always make sense and she has been nominated for Oscar. Sunday noon waltzed to film chats and it was time for Kartik to say Bye. On Monday, walking LIC colony, the Kartik film, Abstractions, buzzed me. Never in me life have met a film director, film actor or film shooting; read about them, seen their films. Kartik Iyer is the first director and film actor in me life. In Bengaluru, is Hrishi, the film musician, tingling in Mozart, Bach, Beethoven. Kartik always yaps of films. Quite sure, Kartik will make a full length film with Hrishi providing the music. Maybe in five years. Young Kartik and Hrishi have dreams in their wallets. At 70, realised never had dreams in my pockets. Thank you Kartik.
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Kartik, the film director
On Saturday, dear old Kartik Iyer, mobiled: Uncle, coming on Sunday. Is it okay by you? Me said: Yes. Waited. On Sunday at around 12 he walked in with his knapsack bulging with film videos. Kartik at 18 is films, American films in particular by his own admission. 'They are always in my head,' he admits. Unhinged the backpack; said: 'Have made a film and want you to see it.' Nodded a fait accompli. Rama asked, 'How many hours? Should we have lunch before or after the film?' Replied Kartik: 'Five minutes.' He tagged the film to the computer; Rama and me stood waiting for the National Anthem. These days we stand, do not sit. 'No, please sit,' Kartik told us and we sat wondering whether anyone would hammer us. Kartik Iyer is the director and lone actor in the film; he cooks Maggi and broods over life. Five minutes. Me saw it a second time for taste. Had lunch of sambhar, bhaji, sweet pongal and papad; Kartik shimmers at Rama's sambhar. After, we got to discuss the five minute shot; a bit dfficult, me said and Kartik explained: At college, I roam as the lecture goes on. Eating Maggi noodles, he roams in the film for five minutes between god and science and spirituality. Liked the attempt, did not grasp it; told him as much; am no film critic as know nothing of long and near shots, cameras and all that. Me has a second problem; am not good at matters abstruse; from Samuelson Price Theory to Advaita of Samkara to Existentialism of Sartre; cannot go beyond Ruskin Bond and Alice in Wonderland. Kartik perhaps chose the wrong man for the screening. He unzipped downloaded films; he is not into Indian films; foreign films make his palate. Fair enough. Some two days ago son Ganesh and me saw snatches of Fences of Denzil Washington and Viola Davies; Denzil hollered, couldnt make sense; Viola always make sense and she has been nominated for Oscar. Sunday noon waltzed to film chats and it was time for Kartik to say Bye. On Monday, walking LIC colony, the Kartik film, Abstractions, buzzed me. Never in me life have met a film director, film actor or film shooting; read about them, seen their films. Kartik Iyer is the first director and film actor in me life. In Bengaluru, is Hrishi, the film musician, tingling in Mozart, Bach, Beethoven. Kartik always yaps of films. Quite sure, Kartik will make a full length film with Hrishi providing the music. Maybe in five years. Young Kartik and Hrishi have dreams in their wallets. At 70, realised never had dreams in my pockets. Thank you Kartik.
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