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Adhaa

......The key to it lies in the art of film-making. And I don't mean
film-making with a story made in a different time frame. I mean
film-making where you are the actor and director now. The beauty
here is that the actor is conscious of his/her presence and
influence, as well as the presence and influence of others. He/She
becomes the director of any future events that take place. At the
same time, the film does not lose out on giving vicarious thrills,
which in this sense, is an exponent of awareness. By this,I imply
being in touch with your own sensations and feelings, so that you
are actually present to the whole experience.



This is about film-making going LIVE, playing LIVE.



To become a good film-maker, one must be able to constantly
evaluate the situation. Thus, it requires one to regularly
prompt questions, questions that seek to provide creative
answers. It is this creativity element that becomes the
crucible to deciding whether the film has made an impression
-I obviously speak from one's own perspective.

The impression that the film generates on others, is
usually decided by the film-end. The film-end is expected to
activate our intellectual stimulant, cut through our minds,
with such sharpness, that it remains etched for as long as
possible. In the case I have explained,the film end will actually
evolve into a premiere of something sublimely profound-the
uncovering of the "style of your soul"*. Then, the film will
undoubtedly break through our very being, expand, to show the
world, the greatness of the human spirit.


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I celebrate today as the birth of Adhaa, or Style, as it means in
Hindi. Adhaa is the language in which my actor emphasizes herself,
in the same way as she is the expression of creativity.


To Adhaa, my film-maker.


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*Phrase ripped off from Ayn Rand's book, the Fountainhead

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