VS 11OCT W12
So today in Visual story class we discussed our story skeleton with the whole class and got many views, feedbacks and outlooks to our own story, my story was based on a shayari that was written by my brother, we share a lot in common, he lives far away from home, same like I’m away from Pune here in Mumbai, as we compare our life to the previous one that we were living peacefully in, back in Pune, we realise how much we’ve changed every single time. Now we have adult problems like money, food, shelter, most importantly missing our loved ones. The lines of the shayari are as follow,
Bachpan ki woh amiri..
na jane kaha kho gayi,
warna kabhi baarish ke pani mein..
hamare bhi jahaaz chala karte the.
The first setting is of a room with a desk and two hands (only hands no body)of an adult counting money, and writing something on paper, calculation go wrong, scribbles it out, crumbles the paper throws it on the floor, a small kid crawls in the room, picks the paper up tries to straighten it out and tears it into pieces to make fake currency out of it and imitates his father, counts the money and blows the money in the air out of boredom. Father again throws a piece of paper as the calculations go wrong, now it's starts raining outside, as the kid hears raindrops falling on the window pain he grabs the fallen piece of paper and in a rush tries to make a boat out of it, run out through the door jumps in few puddles and sails off his tiny paper boat in the small stream of water gushing through the street. Now the screen goes bright and this tiny little kid is transforming into an adult as he is transforming his body starts to lose its visibility and its only his hands that are visible now.
It's the same setup again of a desk, two hands trying to get calculations straight, its raining cats and dogs outside(audio) and he happens to crumble the paper and throw it on the floor. This time no one enters the room, the room is empty. Silence takes over for a second. The paper is still, on the floor. Voice over of the poem begins and fades into the darkness with a sound of a raindrop falling for the last time before it goes mute.
Bachpan ki woh amiri..
na jane kaha kho gayi,
warna kabhi baarish ke pani mein..
hamare bhi jahaaz chala karte the.
The first setting is of a room with a desk and two hands (only hands no body)of an adult counting money, and writing something on paper, calculation go wrong, scribbles it out, crumbles the paper throws it on the floor, a small kid crawls in the room, picks the paper up tries to straighten it out and tears it into pieces to make fake currency out of it and imitates his father, counts the money and blows the money in the air out of boredom. Father again throws a piece of paper as the calculations go wrong, now it's starts raining outside, as the kid hears raindrops falling on the window pain he grabs the fallen piece of paper and in a rush tries to make a boat out of it, run out through the door jumps in few puddles and sails off his tiny paper boat in the small stream of water gushing through the street. Now the screen goes bright and this tiny little kid is transforming into an adult as he is transforming his body starts to lose its visibility and its only his hands that are visible now.
It's the same setup again of a desk, two hands trying to get calculations straight, its raining cats and dogs outside(audio) and he happens to crumble the paper and throw it on the floor. This time no one enters the room, the room is empty. Silence takes over for a second. The paper is still, on the floor. Voice over of the poem begins and fades into the darkness with a sound of a raindrop falling for the last time before it goes mute.
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