Blue!

This is not how I imagined it would be. I saw it again and again and again and will see it many times over. It is very easy to dismiss something that couldnot live upto our expectations -
same as things of utlility as it is with people. But when there is anticipation - a long one at that - it becomes difficult to let go. And it stood very true for my anticipation for that short blue
film! Not many people like this labour of love - absolutely that is. Ridiculous is often the word to describe it. But i am sure once one comes to know the base on which it is created, one
would appreciate. Here is just a bit of what I think is the piece all about.

The idea was to create romance - a simple one at that. Simple in terms of story and not creation. (The creation should be grand - talked about - and should live forever! It should be
nothing less than a legend when people talk about it later.) What can be simpler than the divine romance of Krushna and Radha? A romance that not only has occupied the mythology
of the country but also is "divinised" in this society where usually such a thing between people is frowned upon! Anyways ... there he was ... the one who loved eternally - but doubt
always prevailed. She trusted but some times would doubt. Then she would lose her doubt in trusting more. And this entire process comes into perspective when it is observed and
appreciated by a third person.

He was recognizable from far because of his "saanwlapan" (no one knows if he was tall enough to achieve the TDH definition!) and so there it was ... the pain of love - gained, lost and
regained - all within the form of the lover! The form was blue and hence the blue (no one complained when matrix was green stainted!) And did I say - the studio insisted on an "Indian"
experience? With relative freedom they all sprung into work - the director of sound, music, photography and cinematrography! The story was left on to the writer / director who could
have etched a lot but decided to keep it simple. Beyond this everything is in flesh and blood. Yet again appreciation of the craft supercedes that of the substance.

Song: Woman in Love ...