Thats the only breaking news that I have to offer on this blog.
I have been running around like a headless chicken because:
I have been working on a film which will be fully loss making unless I write that proposal and get funds very very soon.
I have been working on a proposal for a profit making film to subsidise my loss making film.
I have been finishing the film that is neither loss making, nor profit making.
I have been 'revisiting' a shot from my first film and insteading of making meaning of the image I keep giggling at the frivolous conversation bwetween me and my camera person recorded over that important moment.
I have been getting visas for countries that are reeling under a terrible cold wave. ( yes, I am very bright)
I have been trying to be THE mother to my child, the one that will do EVERYTHING, with no support from day care centres, and nannies.( I told you, I am very bright)
So I have been the classic headless chicken running around mindlessly.
And then I got garlanded.
At a Birha Muqabla.
Me and my researcher were ushered onto a velvet sofa on the side of the stage as we entered the grounds. "For your safety ,madam." I peeped out at the audience, 1000 bhojpuri speaking men tripping out.
And while we sat on the side, tapping our feet to the music, and giggling at the jokes the felicitation ceremony began- in the middle of a song!
The local MP was called on stage.
An important lawyer was called on stage.
They were lauded for their good work.
And then Sharmaji was called on stage. For her work in promoting bhojpuri culture.
I was pushed/ stumbled on stage. I forgot to leave my raggedy jhola behind. I clutched it so hard because I think I was going to faint.
A heavy garland was being pushed onto me.
I was red.
I was giggling.
And the 1000 person strong crowd jeered/cheered - I dont know.
And thats how the headless chicken was garlanded.