Nov 7, 2008

The Dark Room

Behind The Story: When I was in my Post Graduation, we used to have frequent discussions about Ram Gopal Varma, and I was the only person on the supportive side. One of my friends stated "RGV is a Smart Idiot. He took a Movie KAUN with only three characters in a single house and made money.". This gave me an idea that when Dronacharya could make it in a single house, why not Ekalayva try for the same in a single room with three characters. With the same thought in my mind, I started off home, after college. We used to take a Bus (Number 400) to reach Gajuwaka from R.T.C Complex at Vizag, and midway was the Railway Station. As usual, the bus stopped there and a man with sweat face rushed into the bus worried with a Black Bag in his Hands. Then came the "The Dark Room". Digest the Picture below first for an understanding of the Story. Do Care To Comment as well. Thanks In Advance.

The Doors of the room open and Murali enters into the room and immediately closes the door. Carrying a Black Bag in his hands out of the common habit, he switches on the light. The bag in his hands alarm him of the biggest mistake he has done and Murali regretting the Blunder committed turns off the light and switches on the bed lamp. He immediately rushes towards his bed and places the Black Bag beneath it. He lies down on the bed and looks at the clock.

The time is 2:00 am and the whole room is quiet except for the creek from the window. He gets up steadily and peeps out of the window for any uncommon happening on the streets. He closes it off and lies back on the bed. (Something is disturbing him). He goes to the Wash Basin to wash his face.

The Basin has a mirror attached. Murali is able to see his faded reflection of his face in the Mirror due to the dull light of the bed lamp. But his untidy face with sweat all over is crystal clear. He opens the tap and cleans his face and hands off. Blood stains on his hands and face get washed away in the water like a wild smoke in the autumn forest. Picking a water bottle from the Dining Table he rests on the Bed. He drinks some Water and looks at the Telephone.

He grabs the phone and makes a call to Sudha who is his college mate staying at a Hostel nearby and tells her that there is something he has to talk to her and pleads her to come to his room the next day morning without failure. (Phone Hangs Up)

Murali gets up and moves to the window again; He opens the window and tries to notice what is happening outside. After gazing wildly from the partially open window for a while, he closes and returns to his bed staring at the clock. It is 2:30 a.m. He picks up the telephone and makes a call to Chandu, his best friend who is a locale but studying in the nearby town and requests him to come to his room the first thing the next morning without failure. (Phone Hangs Up)

The whole night Murali will not be able to sleep. Gazing at the Black Bag under the bed, peeping out of the window and looking at the lazy clock which hardly moves any time, he finds it the most difficult to get over that night. Seconds, Minutes, Hours pass by and Murali doesn’t even if he slept or not.

Murali regains his senses and combating the hangover of the last night he opens his eyes to see the clock showing 8:00 am and jumps on to the floor to confirm if everything was a nightmare or not. The Black Bag under the bed worries him more. Repenting for what has happened last night, he searches for a suitable place in the room to hide this bag. He finds that the Cupboard will be a better hiding place and opens the Cupboard.
(The Cupboard consists of 3 Shelves with the bottom rack and the top rack being empty and the middle rack arranged with books.) He places the Black Bag in the bottom rack of the cupboard and then opens the window to see what is happening outside and then closes it again. He then goes to have a bath.

Hearing a knock on the door, Murali rushes to the door with a towel covering his wet masculine body with hair all over his chest surrounded by pumping muscles all over. He opens the door to find a girl wearing Jeans and a Shirt staring at him. (Sudha arrives). She comes in and sits on the bed asking him for something to eat. Murali goes in to get something for her when Sudha observes that the window is closed, she tries to open the window a refrains after hearing Murali’s scary shout not to open the window; Just before Sudha demands an explanation Murali pushes her on to the bed and starts kissing her all over. Sudha pushes him away and asks what has happened and why did Murali call her the last night.

Murali’s facial expressions change all of a sudden and then he gets up out of the bed and opens the cupboard to take the Black Bag out of that. Sudha mysteriously looks at the bag and opens it. (And a few hours pass away)

Sudha opens the door after hearing several knocks on the door to find a guy standing there with a college bag (Chandu Enters). Sudha welcomes him and introduces herself and tells that Murali has gone outside to file a complaint against the Telephone as it is not working properly and will be right back. Chandu enters inside the room.

The only window in the room which is closed and hiding all the light away from the room catches the attention of Chandu and he moves forward to open it. He senses Sudha staring at him and just then the Telephone rings. With a confused look Chandu looks at the ringing Telephone and stares at Sudha. She comforts him stating that the defect might have been rectified and Murali should start off soon. With a smile on his face, Chandu approaches the Cupboard to find any book to kill some time.

Chandu opens the door of the Cupboard and almost faints after he shockingly finds the dead body of Murali in the Last Shelf of the Cupboard. Before he could believe it to his eyes, he gets a big blow on his head by some metallic objects and Chandu faints for real now.

After some time, Chandu regains his senses to find himself tied to one of the chairs and a tape stuck to his mouth. He sees Sudha sitting on the Floor weeping. Scared Sudha starts explaining that druken Murali steals somebody’s money the last night and then calls Sudha to his room; and then while explaining the whole scene Sudha gets horrified at this and pleads Murali to go to the Police Station. But Murali doesn't listen to her and argues. Sudha hits Murali with an Iron Box and Murali falls to the ground dead; exactly at that moment Chandu knocks on the door. So confused Sudha has nothing to do but worriedly hides Murali’s Body in the Shelf.

After hearding her story, Chandu feels sorry for her and then he promises Sudha that he would not create trouble but help her. Sudha then comes and unties him. Chandu then asks her about the bag. Sudha takes out the bag she has hidden it under the bed and shows it to him. He then asks Sudha to wash her face, while he picks up the Telephone to call the Police. Chandu dials a 3 digit number and starts talking. Satisifed Sudha goes to the wash basin to wash her face. She opens the Tap, bends down to water her face. She rises back to find in the mirror, Chandu standing behind her with the same Iron Box which Sudha used earlier to attack Murali. But before Sudha could realize the situation and pick up any strength Chandu strangles her to death with the wire of the Iron Box.

After sending her to death, Chandu reaches to the Telephone to confirm that he dialed 199 instead of 100. After hearing an invalid number message over the Telephone, he sighs with a relief and now picks up a cigarette lying on the table and starts picking the books at a random pace and putting them back. (The Cupboard now has Books in the top rack, The body of Sudha in the middle rack and Murali in the bottom rack). Once done, he goes to the window to throw away the finished Cigarette when something strange outside the window catches his attention. With a horrifying look on his face, he hurriedly takes the Black Bag and comes out of the room; closes the Doors and goes off.

After crossing a few streets he enters into a House with a few people observing silence. He takes few steps ahead to find his weeping Mother at the corner of a room in the house. Chandu seeks for an explanation when his mother points him to a room inside. Chandu in a confused state goes in and with fear only to see the corpse of his Father lying inside.

His Mother comes and tells “Your Uncle has newly shifted to this place and has been to outstation. Your Aunt was not feeling well and she asked for me and your Father to come here. Some thief broke last night, robbed us killing your Father”. Chandu with fear in his eyes slowly comes out and opens the Black Bag he left outside. His Mother who follows him outside to see what was in the Black Bag and gets faints after identifying the same Jewelry in the Black Bag that was stolen the previous night.

Chandu in a horrified state of mind slowly drags his feet and forcibly looks up at the sky into nowhere. The Dark Room with the windows open is staring at him lonely.

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Oct 2, 2008

Welcome To My World - II

(Welcome To My World Cont. )

My Life with unknown filmi spirits took me to the high skies. I took a tyipical hyderabadi room (A Double Bedroom House, divided into 3 partions, one of them was mine) at Khairatabad, and everday evening I used to go to my terrace not for the skies and the stars but with an aspiration to become a behind-the-celluloid star, I used to spend hours looking at Taj Krishna (I've heard RGV spends most of his time there, whenever he is at Hyd).

Working at IVYCOMPTECH for a graveyard shift let me feel like a lion in the forest, as I felt I have the complete freedom (the whole day) to chase my dreams. But the reality was much different.

Despite meeting the concurrent movie legends like Trivikram garu, Krishna Vamsi garu, Senior Vamsi garu, Just Yellow Productions (I will discuss my interactions with these in a separate entry) and a couple of other people, nothing moved.  I was taken aback.

My work routine consisted of work and only work. I used to be working on the 5th floor, and during breaks, I used to grab two cups of cappucino and stand near the corridor of the building, to watch Annapoorna Studio. We all know about the Fox which used to look at the Grape hanging high. My case was different. I was high on the 5th floor with Annapoorna Studio luring me from the ground. I spent 9 months looking at Annapoorna Studios and Taj Hotels and dream more and more. (Ofcourse!!! there was not a single place which I left trying for my dreams).

At my tenure at IVYCOMPTECH, other than the regular forwards, some of my stories used to be circulated via outlook. One among them was a super hit plot called "The Dark Room' (I will be posting that soon). My managers used to call me RGV and some even started claiming that Rajesh joined this place only because IVYCOMPTECH is adjacent to Annapoorna Studios. After 9 months, the company downsized for some reasons, and around 1100 employees lost our jobs with mindblowing compensation that anybody can ever imagine. 

My next and the present Organization since Jan, 2007 is a small and pretty office at Ameerpet. I have joined there as a Sales Guy (American Shipping Company). After a successful failure of not getting a single sale, My real BIG BOSS planned to change my career and moved me to the software as a Business Analyst. From then I have been working content with my Management taking real good care of me and my middle class responsibilities.

But that was not all. My story has a twist and a turn here. The twist is that even my CEO wanted once to become a Director but because of some things he moved to America ages back. Even today he sometimes repents for not becoming a Director. Now, the turn is he is a big fan of Nandamuri. I am not much. So there is nothing more to discuss.

So, presently with my Company taking care of me completely, I find some time to bore you guys with my Blogs. I am these days, not going to any studios or meeting any people. Know why??? I at the beginning told you that my one and only dream was to make a movie under Ram Gopal Varma and I found his Blog as a platform to communicate. View Ram Gopal Varma Blog.

Iam presently spending most of my time at home after work, writing stories, watching movies for a better understanding.

So that is all enough of me....Wait for the real stuff, beginning from my next blog, which include "My World, My Stories, My Reviews, My Encounters" and more. Bye For Now.

Oct 1, 2008

Welcome To My World

Good Morning Folks,

Well on my first post, I wanted to bring out something to the world, that I have been retaining within me all these years. I don't know what kind of force is behind me, but I have done something, which I will be explaning a few lines (sorry paras) from now.

I always wanted to become a part of the Celluloid as a Director, since my Graduation (1999-2002). I hail from the City of Destiny (Visakhapatnam). Being a middle class idiot carrying the burden of responsibilities which got me tied to the materialistic matters of education, job and the other stuff, I was always a day dreamer. Coming back to movies stuff, and Director Dreams, I am an ardent fan of Ram Gopal Varma. I was so fascinated to this person, that a few years back a friend gifted me a photoframe with a Picture of Ram Gopal Varma on my birthday,and I consider it as the best gift I've received in my life till date. Weird Right??? I know, but I can't help it. Why Ram Gopal Varma? Because he is one who only does what he feels like and never gives a damn to the world. My friends used to say, I unknowingly carry some attitude with me. They knew about my dreams. They have read a couple of my stories and knew, I am fine enough to "Chase My Dreams'. After finishing my MBA at GVP, Vizag (2003-2005), I have joined HSBC into Chargebacks Department. That was my another family. I miss them even today. At breaks, we only had one discussion...RGV, RGV and RGV. We were almost a team of 20 and in the ratio of 2:18, we used to argue. Me and my friend Kiran were for RGV and you know the rest against. People so irritated by my fascination for RGV, started calling me RGV.

I served there for some six months, and then my family astrologer suggested me that March, 2006 is gonna be a turning point of my life. He knowing about my dreams, suggested me to move to Hyderabad, and I never knew that it seriously would happen. I was the only bread winner of my family and my parents were worried about the running of my family. My parents did'nt want me to be another ill luck guy with soiled clothes and stories, accompanying the security guards at major film studios, saluting to every person who comes and goes just to fulfil my dreams. I was so taken, that I put down my papers at HSBC and as the days were passing by, my worries complemented by torture at home started growing in folds.

Just then an organization, came down to vizag looking for employees. One of my friends at HSBC, who was from Hyderabad, showed me an Ad in Hindu about the company. I for frankly, never heard or knew about the company. But I spoke to myself, If this fellow could afford for the complete bottom half of the Hindu Main Edition first page, then he/she could be real big.

It was a Friday, and I lied to my Manager that I was stuck in a traffic jam. We used to have fruit jams at Vizag, but no traffic jams. I called her and told that I will be late by 2 hours and she was fine. I attended the interview and shockingly the entire conversation was mostly on movies. Mr. Peter, the person who would be my futuristing Manager was as usual against RGV and I was fighting for. Surprisingly, I got selected with exactly a 200% salary hike and my joining date (21st, March, 2006) was exactly 3 days after my last day at HSBC (18th, March, 2006). My family's happiness knew no bounds. All were looking at it as a job. But me, my Dreams.

My first step officially was at Hyderabad Central, when my friend received me, and I could smell Cinema all over. Me only knowing Jagadamba and Chitralaya Theaters at Vizag, was bewildered when I have been to "Rang De Basanti" at PVR the same evening, I arrived at Hyderabad. Both the Movie and the Cinema Hall were beyond my expectations. The next day I started to my Office.

Trivia One: I don't know, what can you call it, or how does it happen. The Organization I got selected for was IVYCOMPTECH and is only a wall away from
Annapoorna Studios. (To Be Contd...)

Trivia Two: The first story I have written was a sequel to SHIVA. Yeah....SHIVA by RGV.