Today, I had a revelation. It might be funny to you but it was a scary moment for me. I felt victimized for the first time. But then T was there with me or else I wouldn't have been the same. Ever.
It was daytime. The office was quiet. The receptionist at the front lobby was typing away. Could be her new status update. I don't know. Through the distant room at the end of a corridor was a room. A room like no other. An old fan was hanging low from the ceiling and the only lighting was of a tube-light shining onto a fake wood table. The man behind the desk was seated in a high back chair. once he turned around to welcome me and my friend T, I got chills running down my spine. He was no ordinary mortal. he was a monster in the garb of one. His paan-stained teeth and his blood shot eyes were proof of his nocturnal ventures around town. He spoke in a flat tone showing no emotion but that of lust. He seemed to be preparing for the kill tonight. For he had found his prey very recently. The prey had innocently walked past us when we entering the lonely corridor.
We had come to the eerie stake house in search of the glory in Bollywood. But what lies beneath is the murky underbelly of the casting couch in the supposed "training room". The man was a hungry wolf who lusted at the lissome women who became his victims of the nights. And the men who came in were made to bear witness to it all. And maybe even bear the weight of the truth.
This man made a hollow promise. A promise of glamour and stardust. But as long as you were, "Funky" and "promising". All one had to do was sign up for it and you'd be amongst the many to be loved on screen, who's voices echoed the dark theatres when the male protagonist made his appearance. Yes, you'd be one of the many in a crowd. But this man promised a moment on the spotlight. He was sticking to his word. It would be a moment. And, moment if at all in the spotlight would be as a Junior Artist for an upcoming film.
And he never let his eyes off of the women in front of him because then he could prey for long in hopes of infamy... I got really nervous. I never thought of myself being in the spotlight for the such leeches. Did I have to come here? And, for what? A summer gig in PR. I thought it should be easy.
Thankfully T was there with me and, I could stay away from it all and leave away into the safety of the city streets where people were busy living the honest life. (In short, we faked a call and ran!)
Wonder how many are facing this ordeal... in all the starlight cities. The Casting Ouches!!
It was daytime. The office was quiet. The receptionist at the front lobby was typing away. Could be her new status update. I don't know. Through the distant room at the end of a corridor was a room. A room like no other. An old fan was hanging low from the ceiling and the only lighting was of a tube-light shining onto a fake wood table. The man behind the desk was seated in a high back chair. once he turned around to welcome me and my friend T, I got chills running down my spine. He was no ordinary mortal. he was a monster in the garb of one. His paan-stained teeth and his blood shot eyes were proof of his nocturnal ventures around town. He spoke in a flat tone showing no emotion but that of lust. He seemed to be preparing for the kill tonight. For he had found his prey very recently. The prey had innocently walked past us when we entering the lonely corridor.
We had come to the eerie stake house in search of the glory in Bollywood. But what lies beneath is the murky underbelly of the casting couch in the supposed "training room". The man was a hungry wolf who lusted at the lissome women who became his victims of the nights. And the men who came in were made to bear witness to it all. And maybe even bear the weight of the truth.This man made a hollow promise. A promise of glamour and stardust. But as long as you were, "Funky" and "promising". All one had to do was sign up for it and you'd be amongst the many to be loved on screen, who's voices echoed the dark theatres when the male protagonist made his appearance. Yes, you'd be one of the many in a crowd. But this man promised a moment on the spotlight. He was sticking to his word. It would be a moment. And, moment if at all in the spotlight would be as a Junior Artist for an upcoming film.
And he never let his eyes off of the women in front of him because then he could prey for long in hopes of infamy... I got really nervous. I never thought of myself being in the spotlight for the such leeches. Did I have to come here? And, for what? A summer gig in PR. I thought it should be easy.
Thankfully T was there with me and, I could stay away from it all and leave away into the safety of the city streets where people were busy living the honest life. (In short, we faked a call and ran!)
Wonder how many are facing this ordeal... in all the starlight cities. The Casting Ouches!!
