Jalsa, Mumbai Aug 16/17, 2016 Tue/Wed 3:38 am
The magazines that feature the young generation their styles and their moods and their flare and passions, have no business to be wanting to feature a 74 year old for them .. but they do !
And I am certain that even though sufficient time has been spent with them and their entire creative team for most part of the day today, they must now be going through their efforts, desperately trying to figure, how they could dismiss this terrible error on their part and destroy the photo shoot with me .. entirely ..
That ladies and gentlemen of the Ef family is that questioning look at the young team that plonks itself in desperate situation, in front of the largish computer screen, screening the efforts of great photographer and friend Avinash Gowariker ( ….and the ‘ker’ is now correct ..) wondering how on earth are we going to let me know that there has been a huge mistake in even considering me for their cover picture ..
No .. no no no … the darkest of glares shall not be able to hide the truth .. it is somewhat difficult to face rejection, but just because you have the blinkers on does not mean that the race cannot be run and lost ..
The time and effort in the shadows of the maker, the lights and the shadows of the ‘cutters’ that lightmen control, are just a trial for them that stand behind in snigger mode, waiting when this ordeal for them shall be over and we wrap ..
Apprehension prevails .. doubts and weaknesses of the condition I find myself in .. well .. what can one do .. stick it out I guess and hope ..
Scrambling out from this and charging off to a painting exhibition of friends Shobha De and her husband Dilip .. the wife is along and the rush and the crush at the venue is palpable .. this side of Dilip, who was in Kolkata during my time, officious, determined in his shipping job as owner managers, and to whom we as a Company supplied freight, was unknown to me .. his creative experiments with .. a mobile phone are simply quite remarkable .. yes .. all that you see on the walls and in my hands as a gift are all done on the mobile phone .. quite quite amazing ..
Leaving in a hurry again to the portals of the Film City the other end of town .. on a highway it took 2.30 hrs to get in .. this for the mahurat tomorrow for ‘ANKHEIN 2′ the launch of the new film after where the first one ended ..
……and rehearsing as you can see ….
But most importantly tomorrow is the Parsi New Year .. and a happy new year to all the Parsi’s, some of them my first and oldest fans .. and of course Dr Udwadia from Breach Candy Hospital who saved my life in 1982 ..
The Parsi’s, for those that may not know, are a community in our India .. they came as migrants from Iran/Persia, hundreds of years ago, to the region now known as Gujarat and mixed with the locals as efficient, laborious, contributors to our society and the nation, as one with us .. that famous story of the Kings of the time upon meeting the migrants seeking to settle in India is well known ..
When the King asked them how they would manage to join the country when they were from a different region .. they had said ‘ we shall mix into your people like sugar dissolves in a cup of milk ‘ …!!
The largest Industrial houses, the Corporates, sportsmen and women of distinction, the army ( the only Field Marshal that India had was Gen Manekshaw, a Parsi ) eminent doctors and contributors in all the walks of life .. respected and admired for their integrity and dedication ..
Good night dear all .. tomorrow, some trying moments .. setting up SARKAR 3, releasing the first song of PINK at a College, and the mahurat of ANKHEN 2 .. its numbers I am dealing with these days .. and the 60th of dear family friend and sister ..
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