Seeing the city

So yesterday I did a bit of sightseeing with some people from the hostel I am staying at. Walking around in Bandra, a suburb of the city which has been called the Brooklyn of Mumbai, and around the city center reaffirmed my love for the city. The buildings (such as the clock tower in the picture) have a beautiful old world character, but with features that are distinctly Indian, and they are surrounded by the vegetation of land that should have been a rainforest. I could wander around forever, despite the heat. The highlight of the day though, was looking for a cheap place to eat some local Indian food in Bandra. There is a gelato place on every corner, and plenty of places to get pizza, macarons, cupcakes, but we just wanted some cheap standard fare. I walked up to two guys to ask them where they get lunch around here. They both raved about a place called hotel something, I was sold. When I asked them where it was they simultaneous pointed in opposite directions. One was sitting down and the other was standing up behind him, so the effect was something out of Alice in Wonderland, like getting directions from tweedle dee and tweedle dum. I burst out laughing and all three of us ended up doing semaphore dances and giggling. In the end, we did find the place. It was a little hole in the wall. I warned my hostel mates that they were taking their bowels in their hands, but that it was probably fine because a lot of people eat here. For dishes at 30 rupees a piece (about 60 cents), we couldn't say no. I mean, at least it would be cheap dysentery).  The meal end up being very very tasty, and many hours later I can cautiously say, that it was also clean enough. I guess the lesson to learn is: ask the locals, and cultivate a healthy sense of humor.

Love,
Violet

On the set

After sleeping from roughly 4:30pm to 5:30 am (thank you swiss duty free sleep mask, awesome ROI), I arrived bright and early at the set, a little too early in fact. Hair and make up were around, but no one else showed up for another half hour, and the camera I was supposed to use didn't show up until the afternoon. Despite the hiccups, I really am enjoying watching this film come together. It's pretty astounding how much work and expertise it takes to make something look effortless. Anyhow, the highlight of my morning was the omelette guy (pictured above making my very own omelette). By midmorning, I was very engaged in the creation of the making of video (my job). The crew is very difficult to catch on camera. They all say they are behind it for a reason. So I have to engage in some sneaky filming. Luckily I am very inquisitive, so it's hard to tell the difference between an interview and my general interaction with people, especially because a movie set is a new place for me. All in all I am really enjoying meeting the people working on the film and having the job of talking to them. It's pretty perfect for me, honestly. Do I smell life trajectory? Maybe that's just my feet after a day of 80-90 degree weather.

Love,
Violet

Here I go again

So, I'm back in Mumbai, massively jet lagged (slept from 1:30am - 4am), sweating in front of the computer. I'm excited, and nervous, although to be honest, half of that is probably because I have to pee... I am staying in a familiar hostel, which is nice. They have reliable wifi, which is a god send when you refuse to get out of bed at 4:30am, but also are definitely not going back to sleep. After being coddled on air swiss (every time you think you might be hungry, someone hands you a warm roll, croissant or a bar of chocolate), being faced with having to fend for myself is a bit daunting. I just have to keep reminding myself that it's a daily struggle to get myself to get up, go to the ATM, good food shopping and other essential and essentially boring activities. Really it's nothing new. I happen to be in Mumbai trying to figure out if I can make breakfast our of sliced bread, something called "sandwich spread" and a very large plastic sack of ketchup, but I could just as easily be in Prospect heights trying to make dessert out of hot chocolate mix, tea biscuits, almond butter and red hots. Really all my ingenuity comes from being lazy at only the most basic level. Will I decide to relocate to India, yes! Will it take me any less than 2 hours to convince myself to go the ATM, no! A major hurtle is getting dressed, but really both things require pants, so that's not really a valid excuse. Anyhow, I'll manage to eat something before I head to set this afternoon (more on that later).

Love,
Violet