Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Saturday, March 22, 2014

The Best and The Worst

The Best Things in Life:

1) sleep
2) reading a good book
3) gooood food!!
4) riding your bike aimlessly around town
5) music that makes you forget the time
6) a hot cup of black coffee
7) sitting on my balcony with my feet up and nothing to do

The Worst Things in Life:

1) sleep (yes, I hate going to sleep more than waking up)
2) confronting people I'd rather not talk to
3) having to say things, that I don't mean, to people, in order to meet some end that I must do (but don't want to do
4) uncertainty

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Home Alone

There's a joy less spoken of in living alone. A so often forsaken peace and forgotten liberation in being master of your own. Yet, there is as much disquiet as much there is quiet. As much joy and as much the bite of harsh reality of being alone and no one to fall back on in moments of boredom.

For the first time in seven years, and to be honest, in my entire life, living alone - here in Pune. Your only friend is you, when you come home from work. The only opinion that matters is yours. You say what movie to play and when the lights go off. Small things. matter. a. lot. There is nothing particularly against living with a roommate, yet, I realized that I have never tested myself. Being a student, you rarely have much choice, and in those times, it is better that way. But times change and they will keep changing. This may be the only time to be alone, to be cut off, and think. Thinking is invigorating. Reading is liberating, and together, both make life worth living.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Ang Lee : A Never Ending Dream

I came across this piece of article through Facebook. It's true that Ang Lee cuts a very distinct figure from the rest of the crowd at the Oscars. A guy from Taiwan sitting with some of the greatest names in movie making. Makes you wonder how did he get here. If this article is correct, it wasn't a very straight road to success.....

Ang Lee: A Never-Ending Dream

"In 1978, as I applied to study film at the University of Illinois, my father vehemently objected. He quoted me a statistic: ‘Every year, 50,000 performers compete for 200 available roles on Broadway.’ Against his advice, I boarded a flight to the U.S. This strained our relationship. In the two decades following, we exchanged less than a hundred phrases in conversation.

Some years later, when I graduated film school, I came to comprehend my father’s concern. It was nearly unheard of for a Chinese newcomer to make it in the American film industry. Beginning in 1983, I struggled through six years of agonizing, hopeless uncertainty. Much of the time, I was helping film crews with their equipment or working as editor’s assistant, among other miscellaneous duties. My most painful experience involved shopping a screenplay at more than thirty different production companies, and being met with harsh rejection each time.

That year, I turned 30. There’s an old Chinese saying: ‘At 30, one stands firm.’ Yet, I couldn’t even support myself. What could I do? Keep waiting, or give up my movie-making dream? My wife gave me invaluable support.

My wife was my college classmate. She was a biology major, and after graduation, went to work for a small pharmaceutical research lab. Her income was terribly modest. At the time, we already had our elder son, Haan, to raise. To appease my own feelings of guilt, I took on all housework – cooking, cleaning, taking care of our son – in addition to reading, reviewing films and writing scripts. Every evening after preparing dinner, I would sit on the front steps with Haan, telling him stories as we waited for his mother – the heroic huntress – to come home with our sustenance (income).

This kind of life felt rather undignified for a man. At one point, my in-laws gave their daughter (my wife) a sum of money, intended as start-up capital for me to open a Chinese restaurant – hoping that a business would help support my family. But my wife refused the money. When I found out about this exchange, I stayed up several nights and finally decided: This dream of mine is not meant to be. I must face reality.

Afterward (and with a heavy heart), I enrolled in a computer course at a nearby community college. At a time when employment trumped all other considerations, it seemed that only a knowledge of computers could quickly make me employable. For the days that followed, I descended into malaise. My wife, noticing my unusual demeanor, discovered a schedule of classes tucked in my bag. She made no comment that night.

The next morning, right before she got in her car to head off to work, my wife turned back and – standing there on our front steps – said, ‘Ang, don’t forget your dream.’

And that dream of mine – drowned by demands of reality – came back to life. As my wife drove off, I took the class schedule out of my bag and slowly, deliberately tore it to pieces. And tossed it in the trash.

Sometime after, I obtained funding for my screenplay, and began to shoot my own films. And after that, a few of my films started to win international awards. Recalling earlier times, my wife confessed, ‘I’ve always believed that you only need one gift. Your gift is making films. There are so many people studying computers already, they don’t need an Ang Lee to do that. If you want that golden statue, you have to commit to the dream.’

And today, I’ve finally won that golden statue. I think my own perseverance and my wife’s immeasurable sacrifice have finally met their reward. And I am now more assured than ever before: I must continue making films.

You see, I have this never-ending dream."

Taken from another blog. Not my work or translation.