Lights Camera Action...... 24th Nov 07, 1:30 am I reached VT station with with ...er with a blue side bag and my hoversack but with no dreams in my eyes. I knew life would be very hard out here. They have sold their Bollywood labeled dreams to all but I never bought them coz I was very suspicious bout them. Now that I was in Mumbai I was thinking that somehow I needed to restrain myself a lot from getting lured to their dreams. I am not going to dream the Bollywood way.
10:30 am.... As usual late for the first day. Boy these people are cut throat professionals they wont allow such er...such...whats that called..yeah.......sloppy attitude. Who cares I'm a Rockstar and Rockstars are not supposed to reach office on time. They are supposed to show their middle fingure to their boss and ....err.. sorry I forgot one thing, I need to work to earn money!!! So I need to compromise a lil on this Rockstar attitude. Thats what happens to third world Rockstars. Fuck they need to go to Office!!!!!
Plush apartment, Cool office(it was pretty cold inside), good pay (far better than what I got in Kolkata doing music), good looking chics........hmmmm I thought to myself not a bad way to start a new life. Far from meagerly paid concerts, playing for an audience which likes either Atif Aslam or Rupam Islam ( Fossils's Lead Vocalist), lousy radio station managers (who wont play my album coz they claim to be a family station), and sponsors who would sponsor my album if I cancel my plan to make a Heavy Metal album. Things looked great in Mumbai to lead a non-musical life and attain professional nirvana.
Scripting storyboard... huh no big deal maaaannnn (I learnt this style from a few of my In-glish friends in Kolkata). Maybe not!.... thats what I figured out in a couple of training sessions. More than anything else it was very boring and hectic for the first few days. Gradually things fall in piece.... sorry, place and everybody adjusts to it...I mean work. I started to adjust,... moved sideways shoved back n forth and that thing went inside and was rusting sorry resting in peace, again I meant work (Uffff U guys ....don't u think of nething else).
Work hard Party harder thats the motto. This was something hard for me to digest. Previously I used to do a day job(work hard part) and then used to perform in the club (the rest used to party harder)....but it was as usual work for me. I never wanted to get to the other side....I was pretty happy being onstage. But I had to learn.... and I learnt soon.
Hotel Renessiance........ Disc-o-theque revolving balls (I meant eyeballs), laser lights, Bollywooooddddd music, DJ fuck, and swirling skirts, swinging bums, shaking #*#*$ and team leaders and Project managers and ...and .....and.....I learnt to dance (this was the second time after the Bhashan dance that we all are used to during the pratima immersion ceremony in Kolkata). Mannnnnnn I am learning quick, the rope trick of corporate lifestyle....khooooolllll (Cool).
What happened to me after that did I learn more? Tune in to this place same time same day for another session on ....whats the name of this post....have'nt named it yet...ok..It's called Kkkkahani Mumbai Kkkkaaaaaa (enuf K's to make my blog famous).
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4 comments:
Your blog is indeed famous, you have a strong hold on your narrative.
nice indeed...ur straigt-fwd-ness shows in the collq. and funny narrative...
p.s. m chayan friend of montyz and neepaz
Hi!
I didn't knew u wrote that well...well have always seen you sitting with a slumped expression and a mixed look (why am I here? Where's the music in my life? I don't know how to do this and I just want to quit this job.......) money or otherwise.....
nyways keep this up...I was just being nice to you and didn't put in all the uncensored comments about ur f##### rockstar attitude.....
Wud have luved to know ur thoughts on Frangipani and the late nite parties and the even later cootchie coooos...being the Krishna (am starved for gossip)...know what I mean?
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