Travel stories | PRASHANTT RAI cinematographer

Dude, Where’s my car?

12 March 2006. I was fed up with the cold in Prague, dipping as low as minus 19 degree on one occassion. With the ides of March around corner and living on high latitudes I was expecting Spring season to usher in full strength of colours and style. Instead I saw more snow fall. Two days of [...]

Oto Klempir

We used to drink in the same bar but I didn’t know who he was. I was drinking with Adrian and was well past midnight when the bald man in black trench coat with strong imposing eyes entered. Adrian introduced Oto as a vocalist from J.A.R., a very popular band in Europe. May be it [...]

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Enroute to Cape Point, i came across this picturesque sight. Phaldie stopped the vehicle and I got down to take a picture. There was a man

seated at the edge of the cliff, leaning on some kind of balustrade. Phaldie, explained he is a look out for the shark fins. If [...]

Munich

…The first class coach, though luxurious, was empty. The only occupants beside the conductor were a wiry old man in a black jacket and I. He appeared fitter than most people his age. His grace lay not in his straight spine but in the smooth gray [...]

crimson sky

A mother walks with her baby past hutments along a narrow road that leads to the Candolim Beach.

The photograph was taken in the month of March, towards the end. The skies are very hot and clear. surprisingly, as a local development, it rained in the afternoon. when the clouds finally cleared around sunset [...]

Qutubdinpura, Srinagar

Sorrento

Excerpts from The Pheromone Scent Trail .

Over a period, I discovered their passion for scooters, which they had harboured [...]

the pheromone scent trail

The woman eventually got up to go to the washroom. When she passed me, I saw the fat man had ample reason for vicarious enjoyment. She wore a suffocating tight pair of tiger skin leotards. A thong parted her generous hips. Her tank top ended provocatively short of her navel, and she swayed awkwardly, her baby tucked carelessly under an arm. The fat man loved the exhilarating parade, couldn’t control himself. The moment she disappeared into the washroom, he clapped and laughed gutturally, tears rolling down his lecherous cheeks. He cupped both hands into a hollow and looked at me meaningfully, hinting at a pair of something. What something? A pair of eyes, ears, tits, or cheeks? What? Cheeks, he clarified later. [...]

Kashmir location reccee – “11 Weeks”

Driving to Srinagar is an exhilarating experience. Provided you are ready to face the minor hardships Indian road-trips impose upon you. To enter the valley of Kashmir one has to scale the rugged mountains which encircle the valley from all sides. The Banihal pass is an engineering marvel built by the British. It is a long tunnel and unlike the modern day tunnels on Mumbai-Pune expressway which are spacious and well lit, this one makes you feel claustrophobic. As you reach the end of the tunnel, the eyes which have quickly accustomed to the long drive through the darkness suddenly find the light at the end of the tunnel bright and dazzling. In a metaphorical way I can say the light is divine as it ushers you in the valley – the paradise on earth. [...]

filmmaking

I had written a lovely touching script called ‘A night of redemption’ to be my thesis film before i stumbled on ‘Devil’s Advocaat’. A night of redemption was a story of a prostitute who nourished a dream of finding real love and was set free by a man who didn’t mean anything to her. [...]