Talking Frames

My tidings with reading and watching stories began at a very young age,
Gradually developed a penchant for cinema when I learnt the art of critical gauge.
Appreciating the art, its forms, contents and styles all floating in my dreams,
Lack of a community space for it fostered frustrated ambitions and silent screams.


Fighting the big-bad-world, hoping to find firm grounds on which I can run,
Lacking opportunities, initiative, and self-esteem added to my inherent confusion.
Still struggling in college, I became the film-club convenor and initiated the culture,
Charging it to be non-academic and frivolous, the authorities attacked like vultures.
My friends saw in me what I could not, they had faith in me when I had none,
Their encouraging support made me see in the dead-dark night the rays of the sun.


Film festivals and cultural ado got me thinking about my capacity at organizing one,
My search replenished and landed me at the doorstep of The YP Foundation.
The Butterfly Project – this peculiar name of its film division caught my attention,
Based on the butterfly effect philosophy - massive changes brought about by smallest actions.


Static broken columns of sunlight on stagnant waters suddenly started moving,
Everything fell into perspective, in the head it all started ringing.
To create a democratic space between filmmakers and their audience,
To generate respect for films as an end in itself, in all its forms of existence.
To show how films can both be entertaining and educative, of delight and utility,
Being a powerful agent of conveying issues about individuals and society.
Of all the places, YP gives me the creative liberty for alternative creations,
Through film festivals, monthly/coffee - house screenings, workshops and discussions.
Jumping in the pool to learn swimming, embarking on a viewer-to-doer flight,
My festivals at South-Asian and National levels blossomed me from cocoon to butterfly.


My projects’ name is an apt one,
And this journey has just begun……!!!!