Dear Readers,
Oh! what a world it is of the script-writing and cinema stories. You must have heard oft the phrase 'food for thought' but, here I am, gorging on some delicious and mouth-watering 'food for soul'. It seems that I am on the threshold of what awaited me all these years. A heady mix of dreaming, visualising, story-telling and narration ornamented by the glitzy and sublime form and structure designed by stalwarts of the profession.
These days I am reading lovely scripts of block buster movies authored by canonical scri ptwriters that have earned renown for their remarkable use of language and imagination. Woody Allen's Annie Hall and David Franzoni's Gladiator (the first original draft, not the adapted one) are being taken to task at present. What makes the entire exercise interesting is the scene by scene dissection of the movie. eg. for all this while, whenever I would watch the Germania battle scene from the opening of Gladiator, I would swell with emotions (typical response to exquisite Veer Ras literature) and have goose-bumps over my body. Now, when I see the same scene over and over again, I take into account the details worked out by the pen that were actualised by the production. What a job these people do?
The art lies in a thorough presentation and documentation of what you see and later, with the aid of your representation, would want others to see as well. It takes story-telling to an all-together different plane in the sense that you are holding a mirror to the audience. The writer assumes the role of the director. This would be a thrilling experience for any novice to the art of writing. In anticipation to several such orgasmic high-points, I retire to reading these pieces and hope to learn how to paint a picture with words.......
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