Post shoot frustation. Just shot my first fiction film. Three days of shooting, seven actors with their own wants. One 10 year old pepsi wanting, chips eating, gum chewing kid. One 23 year old, pretending to be 32, with little time and less patience man. One kid whose father had a feeling i might eat his kid up after the noida incident in the news. One with a language i just saw in swirls. All in all, along with shifting locations a million times, along with blanking out in front of the camera, the paan stained man who sold ice crean which tasted like a mixture of groundnut with clove, this had to be the most thrilling experience.
