Those accustomed to writing on walls would know that on bare white walls (or grey, for that matter) words look more attractive than sentences. Few words strung together are more appealing than sentences. Even if they are separate words, with no apparent connection with each other, individually and in totality they would stand for many things.

And usually the creation of such a ‘montage’, if I may use that word liberally, ends up looking impressive and conveys more than sentences would.

I got my first ever salary for doing a radio programme, my second one for a newspaper article and the third remuneration I got came in the form of a Best Film award for my experimental short film psheuje. A film which I had written in a few hours, and completed the production of in two days.

radio newspaper and film.

My association with film has kept intact my involvement with words images and rhythms. And my involvement and interest in training takes my engagement with words to a totally different level.

words. images. rhythms weave together, in the simplest way, the essence of what I have done, and what I want to continue to do.

Those words which I had carefully etched on my walls have leapt on to paper and continue to look meaningful in each other’s company. No pun intended.

So what kind of a company?

A film company. A training company. A much more than all this company. A thinking company. An acting company. A writing company. A working company.

A struggling company. That in itself is ‘enough to fill the human heart’ (The Myth of Sisyphus, Albert Camus).

A company founded on passion. The kind that exists in books and now has permeated into training rooms. And film locations. And writing pads.