I am jealous
and greedy
and angry
and I hurt
Do I love you ?
no one act separated from another
no one time separated from another
no one space separated from another
no one individual separated from another
I live here ?
I live here ?
So I ask my friends
where does your home end ?
how do you define your space
in which you live
Paani
Today another dream was rekindled. Paani. A film that has lived in my consciousness for almost 5 years, when I watched 50 women and children standing in the hot sun in Mumbai. Each carrying a bucket waiting for a tap to start dripping with water.
Buddha, hope
Thanks to friend and co- writer, Deepak Chopra,
the hope for Buddha as a film has been re-ignited
a raging fire in my bieng was dowsed,
but a lamp still burns
reaching out to inflame my passions once again
I am
the moment
at the end
of each exhaled breath
before the next
buddha no more
Oh, well
I guess it had to happen
I am not doing Buddha any more
I am both very sad and somewhat relieved
Sad because I was looking forward to a personal journey
Relieved because my interpretation was so personal
that I knew I would have had to fight all the way for the creativity of the film
Interpretation
All Art is interpretation. Life is interpretation. For what is life but our ever-changing perception of all things. Our ever-changing perception of reality.
Ask a hundred witnesses to a single event, and each will describe that event differently..
Brad Pitt ???
Today, I had 3 calls from the press asking me if Brad Pitt is acting in Buddha. I assume they are asking if Brad is playing the Buddha ?
Suchitra’s Art
Today my wife Suchitra’s Art Exhibition opens in Mumbai. I have watched her start painting less than a year ago, and being absolutely obsessed by it. Something like 76 oils on canvas in the first 10 days. Or something ridiculous like that. It’s crazy, but then so is the creative urge.