Wow. Camera, is hard work. I have aches all over my body and was pretty close to hysteria yesterday after 2 and half hours of sleep and standing on my feet for over12 hours in stifling heat. Yet. I had fun. I was far from satisfied with my work, but I was proud of all our efforts. Now I know why the place insists on Yoga (my degree college will henceforth be referred to as, the place). You need patience. Loads and loads of it. Hats off to film-makers, actors, camerapersons and the rest of it. It's fucking hard work.

Anyway. After the shoot (I know I speak of it like everyone knows, but now you do), I came back home dog tired and watched Manhattan on Tv. I saw everything in terms of left pan, tilt, track, zoom and continuity. But Woody Allen being Woody Allen made me feel all fucked and fantastic. Neurosis and New York. I had to love it.

Mary Wilke: Don't psychoanalyze me. I pay a doctor for that.

Isaac Davis: Hey, you call that guy that you talk to a doctor? I mean, you don't get suspicious when your analyst calls you at home at three in the morning and weeps into the telephone?

Mary Wilke: All right, so he's unorthodox. He's a highly qualified doctor.

Isaac Davis: He's done a great job on you, y'know. Your self esteem is like a notch below Kafka's

Man. There's so much to read. So much to watch. Speaking of. I will take up Srin's tag in the next post.