How you feelin', Baby Boo?
Blue, Daddy. Your baby's feeling blue.
I sit in stillness for a long time. Hoping my mind will learn my body's lesson. I sit in silence for a long time, hoping that my soul will at least try and pretend. The weekend of a movie release...damn brother. Good God damn.
There are so many things that I could say, that I should say, and that I really really want to say. But all of them are choked amidst the viscera of my thoughts scattered like gravel in my throat. I feel as if some one's roasting my dreams like marshmallows at the back of my mouth. I drink coffee after coffee, but the smoke keeps coming out.
But my heart's always hopeful, ever optimistic. He always thinks the Heaven's are going to sing my name like a paean, and the stars dance me down a red carpet. Every single time. God, I love him for that. We take hits, we get bloodied, but he never lets me lose that pizazz in my two-step. We're ready man, dancing in the center of the ring. Rumble young man, rumble. Life's a trip, you know you're gonna stumble. Shake off the dust, laugh never grumble. Remember, you're still a lion in anybody's jungle.
This morning I felt blue. Like dark, heavy jazz, played by men with eyes that matched the cherry of their cigarettes. Like how a raven feels watching all the other birds start flying south without saying goodbye. I felt blue. Down in the muddy water, with the Moon refusing to shine. Down at the bottom of that last bottle of wine.
All it took was a couple of smiles from a particular girl. Smiles I hung on her lips for her, even as she was feeling a little blue, too. And the smiles I smiled in return, and a great cup of coffee. And that new Cee-Lo Green album playing shuffled in with the new Kanye West album as I cruised back home on Bombay City streets that must have been cleared for me, in the middle of a Saturday.
And look at me now. Look at me now. Flying up higher than the ninth cloud. Wrapped up close, dancing a merengue with the dark blue of the night sky. I've got my pen acting like it's got my Muse on speed dial. Every word written is another quiet breath towards achieving oneness. I can get lost on any street in any city in any world and still find my way home without any kind of compass. Still I rise even as the fear and the demons swell, and every minute is the perfect cell in a metal hell. Still I rise up on surging, golden wings above an evening tide. At least I'll be able to say I went in there swinging, before I died.
Still I rise.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Blame Me
I'm sorry I hurt you.
Again.
You should have called
when you came.
But you didn't
and I'm to blame.
Again.
You had an idea for
a perfect night
but it's ruined now and
I'm the cause.
I was supposed to be
where you wanted me to be.
Instead I stayed
where I was.
This is the night
you see me
clearly,
not half the man
you need. Not nearly.
Mind stuffed full
of me, no space left
for you.
You wanted a castle
upon a hill, I'm a
prison cell without
a view.
Tell me once, more
you love me.
Tell me twice, more
it's true.
Tell me now, that
you still want me.
Because all I ever
wanted is wrapped up
nicely, in you.
I don't want to write
tonight I want to
widen your smile.
You're crying again,
and I do this to you
every once in a while.
Just pick up
the damn phone
darling. I don't know
what I did wrong.
Please. Give me a clue.
You're screaming
"I hate you." But I
know that's untrue.
Blame me for whatever
you want, just let
me talk to you.
Blame me for whatever
you want. Unlock the door
Please.
Let me through.
Again.
You should have called
when you came.
But you didn't
and I'm to blame.
Again.
You had an idea for
a perfect night
but it's ruined now and
I'm the cause.
I was supposed to be
where you wanted me to be.
Instead I stayed
where I was.
This is the night
you see me
clearly,
not half the man
you need. Not nearly.
Mind stuffed full
of me, no space left
for you.
You wanted a castle
upon a hill, I'm a
prison cell without
a view.
Tell me once, more
you love me.
Tell me twice, more
it's true.
Tell me now, that
you still want me.
Because all I ever
wanted is wrapped up
nicely, in you.
I don't want to write
tonight I want to
widen your smile.
You're crying again,
and I do this to you
every once in a while.
Just pick up
the damn phone
darling. I don't know
what I did wrong.
Please. Give me a clue.
You're screaming
"I hate you." But I
know that's untrue.
Blame me for whatever
you want, just let
me talk to you.
Blame me for whatever
you want. Unlock the door
Please.
Let me through.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Fallen
Every day we fall
a little further.
From Grace we fall
away from all
the comfort in the
shadows under God.
Every day we grow
just a little bit
uglier. Closer to
the Other One we go
laughing with open
arms.
Sinners united in
petulance.
Comedians united in
grief.
I am not
happy here in my skin.
I am not the way
I was intended to be.
You are not
as God hoped either.
Slowly rotting apples
falling from
a dying tree.
But as we fall
and rush towards
the dirt and the trough.
At least let's fall together.
And hope that'll be enough.
a little further.
From Grace we fall
away from all
the comfort in the
shadows under God.
Every day we grow
just a little bit
uglier. Closer to
the Other One we go
laughing with open
arms.
Sinners united in
petulance.
Comedians united in
grief.
I am not
happy here in my skin.
I am not the way
I was intended to be.
You are not
as God hoped either.
Slowly rotting apples
falling from
a dying tree.
But as we fall
and rush towards
the dirt and the trough.
At least let's fall together.
And hope that'll be enough.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Natural Mystics
Tonight
There are long walks
on beaches with purple sands,
with no space between our hands,
beneath a dancing moon
planned in this twinkle
in my eye.
Tonight
There is music playing
in that ballroom
in the Havana of old
spinning, as we hold
onto the last little
shreds of goodness
in each other.
We who love the Dance
most of all,
Dance like we will
forget it all
come the dawn.
Tonight
My dear. You.
You write for me
no more letters.
Tonight you choose desire.
Tonight I taste your dreams
straight from your lips.
Tonight you stoke my fire.
We may be the only ones
in a city of atheists
who remember
the names of our Gods.
And as the night runs
to us, it's wedding dress
torn tattered and frayed.
Let us whisper them,
to the darkness and tell it
not to be afraid.
Tonight
my words come for you
from the heavier, truer
things weighing down
my winged soul.
They don't dance forth
from my laughing mouth.
Tonight they come to you
just to get out of the cold.
They don't twirl around my pen
singing snatches of a song
Marvin Gaye never got to sing.
Tonight
My words come to me
with leaden hearts,
like old, lonely things.
They come like old friends
begging for forgiveness
for the hurt they caused.
Tonight
let us shelter them
in the soft spaces
that remain between us.
Let us teach them to sing
in crowded rooms, flushed
with joy, without a care.
Let us treat them as they are
Natural mystics
blowing in the air.
There are long walks
on beaches with purple sands,
with no space between our hands,
beneath a dancing moon
planned in this twinkle
in my eye.
Tonight
There is music playing
in that ballroom
in the Havana of old
spinning, as we hold
onto the last little
shreds of goodness
in each other.
We who love the Dance
most of all,
Dance like we will
forget it all
come the dawn.
Tonight
My dear. You.
You write for me
no more letters.
Tonight you choose desire.
Tonight I taste your dreams
straight from your lips.
Tonight you stoke my fire.
We may be the only ones
in a city of atheists
who remember
the names of our Gods.
And as the night runs
to us, it's wedding dress
torn tattered and frayed.
Let us whisper them,
to the darkness and tell it
not to be afraid.
Tonight
my words come for you
from the heavier, truer
things weighing down
my winged soul.
They don't dance forth
from my laughing mouth.
Tonight they come to you
just to get out of the cold.
They don't twirl around my pen
singing snatches of a song
Marvin Gaye never got to sing.
Tonight
My words come to me
with leaden hearts,
like old, lonely things.
They come like old friends
begging for forgiveness
for the hurt they caused.
Tonight
let us shelter them
in the soft spaces
that remain between us.
Let us teach them to sing
in crowded rooms, flushed
with joy, without a care.
Let us treat them as they are
Natural mystics
blowing in the air.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Oh, My Darling. Goodbye.
Farewell Laila. You crazy dog. Farewell my darling girl. There are many words I'm going to say. But they all will be versions of these : I will miss you. I loved you. I wish I had been around more often.
I remember after you were born and all your brothers and sisters had been bought and sent off to what I hoped were happy homes. I remember you, in the corner refusing to cry. Sitting with your perfect little head on your heartbreaking little paws staring up at me with eyes big enough to hold your soul, wondering why nobody wanted you. You never whined. Even when your adorable, exhausted mother got long sick of you and ran back into the freedom of the lawn and shook off her maternal fat. Even when you refused to step out of the shed and into the lawn and join us, your zany family. Even though every night the shed would rattle and leaves outside would rustle as bigger things than dogs brushed against them. You never whined. You stared at the world with those moist eyes - and wondered.
It took me five hours in winter to coax you out of the shed and into the outhouse with the guards. Five hours of inching backwards, whistling and singing and cooing till my jaw ached. You'd wag your tail and trot towards me but stop out of arm's reach. Your tail would wag slower and slower as your expression turned serious. You'd then sit and look around. Ready for anything out here in this little bit of the world that could scare you back into the shed. When nothing came we moved further. And stopped. And continued.
Five hours.
I loved you the second I saw you. I could say I have loved all of my dogs the same. But that would be a lie. I loved your grandfather like he was my own brother. I loved Tuki like he was another. And you. I have always loved you since the first day I saw you sit apart from you horde of siblings and stare the other way. You, whose tail would wag only when I would look up from the others bumbling around my feet as I lay down their food, and our eyes met and I smiled. Only then. And a single wag. A shy little shift. That was all I ever got. But it was always enough.
I hated leaving home. And all of you. The safety, the serenity, the cocoon of love. The smell of the jasmine outside my room, and the incense my mother lit in the house. My father's far too liberally applied aftershave, and the kitchen at noon. I hated to go out into the world and pretend to be an adult. I wish I could have seen you more often, sat with you, learnt all the little jokes you had to tell. Wrapped up in self-obsession and the demands of life, I would always leave.
I will miss you barking reproachfully at me as I return home for the winter. How your tail would be wagging and yet your voice full of anger and hurt. How you would skip away every time I tried to hug you, growling and gnashing your teeth. It would be only after I'd had a shower, when I had leaped into my zany colored house pajamas and t-shirt would you laugh and lick my hand. Because you knew what the pajamas meant - I was here to stay for a bit.
I will miss how you would come and sit by feet at night on my verandah. In the deep, quiet parts of the night we would sit, me trying to write, you trying to get my attention with soft licks of your tongue. And when I would look down, you'd be smiling up at me, tongue lolling, eyes twinkling with the lights from my computer screen. How every couple of words I wrote, you would paw my foot with yours and insist on a belly rub. Enough writing. Time for cuddling. How angry you got at all the new dogs we ever got, because I spoke to them in that voice you remembered but never heard from me anymore. How angry you got with me, because I never really understood what you wanted to say.
Nobody wanted you. Because you were meant for me. I'm sorry I could never take you away with my when I left. I'm sorry I ever left. I'm sorry I ever got irritated with you when all you wanted was some belly scratching and inane cooed versions of your name from me. I'm sorry I didn't love you as much as you loved me.
I'm crying as I write this darling. I will miss you dearly.
Now go bother God.
I remember after you were born and all your brothers and sisters had been bought and sent off to what I hoped were happy homes. I remember you, in the corner refusing to cry. Sitting with your perfect little head on your heartbreaking little paws staring up at me with eyes big enough to hold your soul, wondering why nobody wanted you. You never whined. Even when your adorable, exhausted mother got long sick of you and ran back into the freedom of the lawn and shook off her maternal fat. Even when you refused to step out of the shed and into the lawn and join us, your zany family. Even though every night the shed would rattle and leaves outside would rustle as bigger things than dogs brushed against them. You never whined. You stared at the world with those moist eyes - and wondered.
It took me five hours in winter to coax you out of the shed and into the outhouse with the guards. Five hours of inching backwards, whistling and singing and cooing till my jaw ached. You'd wag your tail and trot towards me but stop out of arm's reach. Your tail would wag slower and slower as your expression turned serious. You'd then sit and look around. Ready for anything out here in this little bit of the world that could scare you back into the shed. When nothing came we moved further. And stopped. And continued.
Five hours.
I loved you the second I saw you. I could say I have loved all of my dogs the same. But that would be a lie. I loved your grandfather like he was my own brother. I loved Tuki like he was another. And you. I have always loved you since the first day I saw you sit apart from you horde of siblings and stare the other way. You, whose tail would wag only when I would look up from the others bumbling around my feet as I lay down their food, and our eyes met and I smiled. Only then. And a single wag. A shy little shift. That was all I ever got. But it was always enough.
I hated leaving home. And all of you. The safety, the serenity, the cocoon of love. The smell of the jasmine outside my room, and the incense my mother lit in the house. My father's far too liberally applied aftershave, and the kitchen at noon. I hated to go out into the world and pretend to be an adult. I wish I could have seen you more often, sat with you, learnt all the little jokes you had to tell. Wrapped up in self-obsession and the demands of life, I would always leave.
I will miss you barking reproachfully at me as I return home for the winter. How your tail would be wagging and yet your voice full of anger and hurt. How you would skip away every time I tried to hug you, growling and gnashing your teeth. It would be only after I'd had a shower, when I had leaped into my zany colored house pajamas and t-shirt would you laugh and lick my hand. Because you knew what the pajamas meant - I was here to stay for a bit.
I will miss how you would come and sit by feet at night on my verandah. In the deep, quiet parts of the night we would sit, me trying to write, you trying to get my attention with soft licks of your tongue. And when I would look down, you'd be smiling up at me, tongue lolling, eyes twinkling with the lights from my computer screen. How every couple of words I wrote, you would paw my foot with yours and insist on a belly rub. Enough writing. Time for cuddling. How angry you got at all the new dogs we ever got, because I spoke to them in that voice you remembered but never heard from me anymore. How angry you got with me, because I never really understood what you wanted to say.
Nobody wanted you. Because you were meant for me. I'm sorry I could never take you away with my when I left. I'm sorry I ever left. I'm sorry I ever got irritated with you when all you wanted was some belly scratching and inane cooed versions of your name from me. I'm sorry I didn't love you as much as you loved me.
I'm crying as I write this darling. I will miss you dearly.
Now go bother God.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Blasphemy
Talk to me softly tonight,
Let our words discover the Moon.
Let the Stars be our children,
And the Universe curl up in our room.
Let the Sun join us in our joy.
Like a dog running into the Sea.
Let the wind dance with the shadows
As they look down on you and me
Let us define all of reality
as all that exists between our flesh.
Work me for six days, darling
Even the seventh, forgo my rest.
Take me away from Heaven,
Smuggle me away from God.
Let these words be our psalms,
Clumsy as they are, and flawed.
You are the Queen of my dreams,
Sacred lady of my faithless nights.
Dancer amidst the moon beams,
Made entirely of starlight.
Let our words discover the Moon.
Let the Stars be our children,
And the Universe curl up in our room.
Let the Sun join us in our joy.
Like a dog running into the Sea.
Let the wind dance with the shadows
As they look down on you and me
Let us define all of reality
as all that exists between our flesh.
Work me for six days, darling
Even the seventh, forgo my rest.
Take me away from Heaven,
Smuggle me away from God.
Let these words be our psalms,
Clumsy as they are, and flawed.
You are the Queen of my dreams,
Sacred lady of my faithless nights.
Dancer amidst the moon beams,
Made entirely of starlight.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Old Fashioned Maniac
Wide awake
at three
in the morning.
Just me, myself,
my lies.
Hope went
to sleep.
Love and I
don't speak.
Does she dream
of me?
Or does she
sleep
elsewhere?
Does she weep
as I stroke
her old home
at the center
of these
suddenly
unfamiliar sheets.
No she
does not.
She dreams
tonight.
Not of me
but of all
she could be
without me
building cages.
I loved her
for loving me.
Never for
the miracle
she wanted
to be
for unworthy
unworthy
me.
My dreams
won't speak
to me.
My words
went away.
I begged them
to stay.
But they
told me
I lost faith.
That's when
I know.
I needed you
than I
managed to say.
Love me back.
I'm ready to
say that
today.
I'm sorry.
I'm an
old fashioned
maniac.
Old fashioned
is my love.
Set in my
inexplicable
despicable ways.
But no one
you know
could love
you my old
fashioned way.
at three
in the morning.
Just me, myself,
my lies.
Hope went
to sleep.
Love and I
don't speak.
Does she dream
of me?
Or does she
sleep
elsewhere?
Does she weep
as I stroke
her old home
at the center
of these
suddenly
unfamiliar sheets.
No she
does not.
She dreams
tonight.
Not of me
but of all
she could be
without me
building cages.
I loved her
for loving me.
Never for
the miracle
she wanted
to be
for unworthy
unworthy
me.
My dreams
won't speak
to me.
My words
went away.
I begged them
to stay.
But they
told me
I lost faith.
That's when
I know.
I needed you
than I
managed to say.
Love me back.
I'm ready to
say that
today.
I'm sorry.
I'm an
old fashioned
maniac.
Old fashioned
is my love.
Set in my
inexplicable
despicable ways.
But no one
you know
could love
you my old
fashioned way.
Head Scratch
you want everything
all the time
and I want
to give it
to you
but I'm
just a man
and you're
not worth
everything
so now
tell me
what to do
you want
even my dreams
to dance
around you
my every thought
trapped in split
end snarls
of your hair
but you
think of me
only when
you need
me to lift
something heavy
all the time
and I want
to give it
to you
but I'm
just a man
and you're
not worth
everything
so now
tell me
what to do
you want
even my dreams
to dance
around you
my every thought
trapped in split
end snarls
of your hair
but you
think of me
only when
you need
me to lift
something heavy
Nice and Sleazy
Ladies and Gentlemen allow me to present to you the most entertaining professional site I've ever had the sleazy honor of being scouted by. This is the bio of a supposedly legitimate modelling agency that has sent me an email looking to see if I need representation. When I checked them out, this is what I saw.
It might seem long and tedious but trust me, it is worth the read. I have cut and copied word, no editorializing and no corrections. This guy really took the time to right this. Nuff said.
Enjoy ----
Hey All 'SINCERELY SERIOUS' Models ! BEFORE ADDING,READ BELOW:
FOR 'MALE' MODELLING,POSING IN SWIMSUITS & INNERWEARS R MANDATE ; so if u r nt comfortable,plz try b a Doctor/Engineer elswhr or else mail ur THT PICS ONLY FIRST (FOLIO/RANDOM SHOTS by snapping 4m ur cameracell/digicam) B4 THIS WEEK to the Mail ID fshnfiesta@gmail.com OR DELETE US 4M UR LIST as v need VERSATILE MODELS nt hving prejudices n tantrums.
V R LOOKING FOR FRESH AND POLITE HUNKY FACES FOR LINED UP PROJECTS ....MODELS WHO R PASSIONATE BOUT WORK & MODELLING WIDOUT SHYING CN ADD.BUT NO RANDOM REQUESTS PLZ.NO HYPOCRISIES & LIERS WIL B ENTERTAINED AS V CN CATCH THT QUITE EASILY.MODELS SHWING TANTRUMS,NEGATIVE ATTITUDE & ALWAYS CRIBBING FOR MONEY LYK BEGGARS R NOT OUR CUP OF TEA.& SHUD RESPECT PUNCTALITY,PROFESSIONALISM AND SHUD KNW 2 KEEP WORDS & NO ILLITERATES PLZ ..CZ WEN V WANTED SWIMSUIT PICS,THEY R SENDING SHERWANI PICS,DONNO THEIR QUALIFICATION OR THEY MAKE OUT ENGLISH OR NOT.HW CN THEY DREAM 2 B A MODEL ? FEW SHIES 2 POSE IN INNERS WEN THEY CNT WRITE AN ENGLISH NOVEL WITHOUT KNWING A,B,C,D...BOLD MODELS NEEDED FOR LINED UP PROJECTS.
Now-a days juries have becum choosy nw and they accept folios bt first they need 2 judge the fitness n casual snapshots in underwears of male models as they need 2 c , in real life in un-makeup raw looks,hw actually they look n comfortable n bold ...cz portfolio mein sabhi khoobsoorat dikhte hai..as sum photoshops r involved ...so dnt shy n send by snapping more n more ( 10-15 ) ONLY V-Cut INNERWEAR PICS in different poses n locations in ur room frm digicam or Cellcamera
Hey All 'SINCERELY SERIOUS' Models ! BEFORE ADDING,READ BELOW:
FOR 'MALE' MODELLING,POSING IN SWIMSUITS & INNERWEARS R MANDATE ; so if u r nt comfortable,plz try b a Doctor/Engineer elswhr or else mail ur THT PICS ONLY FIRST (FOLIO/RANDOM SHOTS by snapping 4m ur cameracell/digicam) B4 THIS WEEK to the Mail ID fshnfiesta@gmail.com OR DELETE US 4M UR LIST as v need VERSATILE MODELS nt hving prejudices n tantrums.
click frm ur cameracell
random shots
n mail
sweated body is MUST
dnt wax
b as hairy as u cn
armpits n all
n pose in various locations
armpits behind d neck
n all
male models who can't expose and shy like burkha-bride is nt needed in industry...u hv 2 expose n feel comfrtable in swuimwears ..and its a mandate or compulsory 2 take pix wearing only underwears ..so if u cn,mail me those nw so tht v cud check the versatility n boldness or else please delete us frm ur profile....this is wat juries n clients say 2 us....m sorry as v hd 2 put it across forwrd.
MAIL 2 fshnfiesta@gmail.com & in YAHOO CHAT on fashionista10@ymail.com for ONLINE WEBCAM AUDITIONS & GROOMING
& also add us on ORKUT in the ID splitzvilla2010@gmail.com ( under the name FASHION FIESTA )
...THINK TWICE,ACT WISE !! BEST OF LUCK !!! Waiting fr ur mails !!
SOME IMPORTANT TIPS WHILE INTERACTING WITH ANY AGENCIES :
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i) If anyone says a HI , then revert back to them ASAP as a Hi,Hello,Hw r u , etc ... but NOT like "Wassup" or " Hey ! Who's dis ?"
[ It sounds very rude,snobbish,attitudish,unprofessional and casual]
ii) NEVER call or denote them by the following colloquial casual dialects like DUDE,BUDDY,YAAR,BRO,DEAR,etc. but showing utter respect as SIR / MAM.
[ It sounds very rude,snobbish,attitudish,unprofessional and casual ]
iii) Agencies checks how the models could comprehend their demands or requirements,they should be LITERATE in English & should reply to the point but not bluntly.
For E.G. : If any agency asks for your swuimsuit pics or Bodyshots,make sure you mail them ONLY those , not a mail in which all your pictures are there,like ethnic,casual,Bodyshots,Swuimshots,Formals,etc.As the juries might think that you dnt understand BASIC ENGLISH ,and you have given the juries to figure out the reqd pics from your folios.Always remembr,they have to check innumerable folios daily,so they dnt hv tht much time 2 go thru and choose the demanded pics.So,even if you are highly qualified person,but for your lack of comprehending and shortcuts,you might be landing in their black/bad books as an ILLITERATE model.Because they need not only muscular but WITTY models.Because its you who need to prove the famous proverb wrong tht MUSCULAR MEN HAVE CIRCULAR HEADS.SO,simultaneously increase your wits and brains along wid ur pectorals,abs,chest,torso,Lats and arms.
iv) Never use any morally derogatory or discrimnatory terms or words or any abusive slangs or foul-mouthing 2 anyone,even if anyone is doing fr u.Because,no agency or fashion magnets or anyone frm the film or fashion fraternity will like 2 work wid such models.They sumtimes might run a SCAN or look your profile in FB or Orkut to c hw u describe urself or hw u interact wid ur frndz.And through their tenurity,they cn easily make out a psychic character report about ur behavorial conducts.
v) NEVER malign the reputation or even dnt try 2 jeopardise any of ur ex-company's shoot or meeting experience to the new company ... as they might think,tht if u dnt get selected from them,u might also blacklist their company too , to others.Thats a STRICT NO-NO.Always say good and sugary sweet words for your ex company or any people ( even if u dnt like them ).
vi) CONTROLLING TEMPTATION IS A KEY TO SUCCESS :
Being a guy/girl,its completely natural 2 get attracted by women/men respectively.But,usages of lies while chatting wid agencies tht " i hv 2 go nw fr dinner" and apparently going offline and then chatting with girlfrndz or others are a STRICT NO-NO.Because,if u dnt hv fame,models and ur career is gone.So,first PARENTS,then CAREER and then auxilliaries like partners.DNT MAKE URSELF AVAILABLE.Or else agenices will think u r here 2 make frndz and sexual meetings with girls in the name of frndships and u r nt serious and it might harm your career if they reject to work wid u as u never knw tht all agencies maintain a track record in the industry about all model's personal lifestyles.ONE ESCALATION AND UR CAREER WILL START 2 RUIN GRADUALLY. [ Vide the movie FASHION about the characters of SHONALI RATHOD & MEGHNA MATHUR ]
vii) ALWAYS be puctual in sending mails within time.
[ Or else it sounds very unprofessional,impuctal,not serious and casual ]
vii) If you could not so,then be APOLOGETIC to them and b TRANSPARENT but NEVER EVER GIVE THEM ANY LAME EXCUSES.
[ It sounds oppurtunist and melodramatic as THERE IS NO MARKET FOR UR SORROWS AND EXCUSES,SO NEVER ADVERTISE IT ]
Here a popular eg. : The famous Bollywood Dance Choreographer SAROJ KHAN turned up to the dance floor to teach her students and went to shooting eeven after hearing tht she lost her son that day itself and she said " SINCE I'M COMMITTED TO MY PROFESSION,SO I CAME TO COMPLETE MY WORK AND THEN I'LL BURRY MY SON"
So,u cn understand hw much strictly punctual and professional u hv 2 b to reach the zenith of ur career ? BECAUSE MANY MODELS FRM GRASIM AND GLADRAGS N OTHER AGENICES THRIVE HERE BUT ANYBODY REACHED TO THE LEVEL WHERE MILIND SOMAN REACHED ? NO.
It might seem long and tedious but trust me, it is worth the read. I have cut and copied word, no editorializing and no corrections. This guy really took the time to right this. Nuff said.
Enjoy ----
Hey All 'SINCERELY SERIOUS' Models ! BEFORE ADDING,READ BELOW:
FOR 'MALE' MODELLING,POSING IN SWIMSUITS & INNERWEARS R MANDATE ; so if u r nt comfortable,plz try b a Doctor/Engineer elswhr or else mail ur THT PICS ONLY FIRST (FOLIO/RANDOM SHOTS by snapping 4m ur cameracell/digicam) B4 THIS WEEK to the Mail ID fshnfiesta@gmail.com OR DELETE US 4M UR LIST as v need VERSATILE MODELS nt hving prejudices n tantrums.
V R LOOKING FOR FRESH AND POLITE HUNKY FACES FOR LINED UP PROJECTS ....MODELS WHO R PASSIONATE BOUT WORK & MODELLING WIDOUT SHYING CN ADD.BUT NO RANDOM REQUESTS PLZ.NO HYPOCRISIES & LIERS WIL B ENTERTAINED AS V CN CATCH THT QUITE EASILY.MODELS SHWING TANTRUMS,NEGATIVE ATTITUDE & ALWAYS CRIBBING FOR MONEY LYK BEGGARS R NOT OUR CUP OF TEA.& SHUD RESPECT PUNCTALITY,PROFESSIONALISM AND SHUD KNW 2 KEEP WORDS & NO ILLITERATES PLZ ..CZ WEN V WANTED SWIMSUIT PICS,THEY R SENDING SHERWANI PICS,DONNO THEIR QUALIFICATION OR THEY MAKE OUT ENGLISH OR NOT.HW CN THEY DREAM 2 B A MODEL ? FEW SHIES 2 POSE IN INNERS WEN THEY CNT WRITE AN ENGLISH NOVEL WITHOUT KNWING A,B,C,D...BOLD MODELS NEEDED FOR LINED UP PROJECTS.
Now-a days juries have becum choosy nw and they accept folios bt first they need 2 judge the fitness n casual snapshots in underwears of male models as they need 2 c , in real life in un-makeup raw looks,hw actually they look n comfortable n bold ...cz portfolio mein sabhi khoobsoorat dikhte hai..as sum photoshops r involved ...so dnt shy n send by snapping more n more ( 10-15 ) ONLY V-Cut INNERWEAR PICS in different poses n locations in ur room frm digicam or Cellcamera
Hey All 'SINCERELY SERIOUS' Models ! BEFORE ADDING,READ BELOW:
FOR 'MALE' MODELLING,POSING IN SWIMSUITS & INNERWEARS R MANDATE ; so if u r nt comfortable,plz try b a Doctor/Engineer elswhr or else mail ur THT PICS ONLY FIRST (FOLIO/RANDOM SHOTS by snapping 4m ur cameracell/digicam) B4 THIS WEEK to the Mail ID fshnfiesta@gmail.com OR DELETE US 4M UR LIST as v need VERSATILE MODELS nt hving prejudices n tantrums.
click frm ur cameracell
random shots
n mail
sweated body is MUST
dnt wax
b as hairy as u cn
armpits n all
n pose in various locations
armpits behind d neck
n all
male models who can't expose and shy like burkha-bride is nt needed in industry...u hv 2 expose n feel comfrtable in swuimwears ..and its a mandate or compulsory 2 take pix wearing only underwears ..so if u cn,mail me those nw so tht v cud check the versatility n boldness or else please delete us frm ur profile....this is wat juries n clients say 2 us....m sorry as v hd 2 put it across forwrd.
MAIL 2 fshnfiesta@gmail.com & in YAHOO CHAT on fashionista10@ymail.com for ONLINE WEBCAM AUDITIONS & GROOMING
& also add us on ORKUT in the ID splitzvilla2010@gmail.com ( under the name FASHION FIESTA )
...THINK TWICE,ACT WISE !! BEST OF LUCK !!! Waiting fr ur mails !!
SOME IMPORTANT TIPS WHILE INTERACTING WITH ANY AGENCIES :
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i) If anyone says a HI , then revert back to them ASAP as a Hi,Hello,Hw r u , etc ... but NOT like "Wassup" or " Hey ! Who's dis ?"
[ It sounds very rude,snobbish,attitudish,unprofessional and casual]
ii) NEVER call or denote them by the following colloquial casual dialects like DUDE,BUDDY,YAAR,BRO,DEAR,etc. but showing utter respect as SIR / MAM.
[ It sounds very rude,snobbish,attitudish,unprofessional and casual ]
iii) Agencies checks how the models could comprehend their demands or requirements,they should be LITERATE in English & should reply to the point but not bluntly.
For E.G. : If any agency asks for your swuimsuit pics or Bodyshots,make sure you mail them ONLY those , not a mail in which all your pictures are there,like ethnic,casual,Bodyshots,Swuimshots,Formals,etc.As the juries might think that you dnt understand BASIC ENGLISH ,and you have given the juries to figure out the reqd pics from your folios.Always remembr,they have to check innumerable folios daily,so they dnt hv tht much time 2 go thru and choose the demanded pics.So,even if you are highly qualified person,but for your lack of comprehending and shortcuts,you might be landing in their black/bad books as an ILLITERATE model.Because they need not only muscular but WITTY models.Because its you who need to prove the famous proverb wrong tht MUSCULAR MEN HAVE CIRCULAR HEADS.SO,simultaneously increase your wits and brains along wid ur pectorals,abs,chest,torso,Lats and arms.
iv) Never use any morally derogatory or discrimnatory terms or words or any abusive slangs or foul-mouthing 2 anyone,even if anyone is doing fr u.Because,no agency or fashion magnets or anyone frm the film or fashion fraternity will like 2 work wid such models.They sumtimes might run a SCAN or look your profile in FB or Orkut to c hw u describe urself or hw u interact wid ur frndz.And through their tenurity,they cn easily make out a psychic character report about ur behavorial conducts.
v) NEVER malign the reputation or even dnt try 2 jeopardise any of ur ex-company's shoot or meeting experience to the new company ... as they might think,tht if u dnt get selected from them,u might also blacklist their company too , to others.Thats a STRICT NO-NO.Always say good and sugary sweet words for your ex company or any people ( even if u dnt like them ).
vi) CONTROLLING TEMPTATION IS A KEY TO SUCCESS :
Being a guy/girl,its completely natural 2 get attracted by women/men respectively.But,usages of lies while chatting wid agencies tht " i hv 2 go nw fr dinner" and apparently going offline and then chatting with girlfrndz or others are a STRICT NO-NO.Because,if u dnt hv fame,models and ur career is gone.So,first PARENTS,then CAREER and then auxilliaries like partners.DNT MAKE URSELF AVAILABLE.Or else agenices will think u r here 2 make frndz and sexual meetings with girls in the name of frndships and u r nt serious and it might harm your career if they reject to work wid u as u never knw tht all agencies maintain a track record in the industry about all model's personal lifestyles.ONE ESCALATION AND UR CAREER WILL START 2 RUIN GRADUALLY. [ Vide the movie FASHION about the characters of SHONALI RATHOD & MEGHNA MATHUR ]
vii) ALWAYS be puctual in sending mails within time.
[ Or else it sounds very unprofessional,impuctal,not serious and casual ]
vii) If you could not so,then be APOLOGETIC to them and b TRANSPARENT but NEVER EVER GIVE THEM ANY LAME EXCUSES.
[ It sounds oppurtunist and melodramatic as THERE IS NO MARKET FOR UR SORROWS AND EXCUSES,SO NEVER ADVERTISE IT ]
Here a popular eg. : The famous Bollywood Dance Choreographer SAROJ KHAN turned up to the dance floor to teach her students and went to shooting eeven after hearing tht she lost her son that day itself and she said " SINCE I'M COMMITTED TO MY PROFESSION,SO I CAME TO COMPLETE MY WORK AND THEN I'LL BURRY MY SON"
So,u cn understand hw much strictly punctual and professional u hv 2 b to reach the zenith of ur career ? BECAUSE MANY MODELS FRM GRASIM AND GLADRAGS N OTHER AGENICES THRIVE HERE BUT ANYBODY REACHED TO THE LEVEL WHERE MILIND SOMAN REACHED ? NO.
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