Every now and then when I am writing, my mind seeks a diversion from the task of smoothing back story, building plot and fleshing characters. I wander, flick through the DVDs. Should I ? The movie Slum Dog Millionaire is in my hand, why not you deserve a coffee and a break.
I know a movie break is simply my way of resolving my creative tension. It does not help overcome my impasse.
I read the synopsis; the word BOLLYWOOD captures me, now that’s a sound with a chipper rhythm. Balderdash/Bollywood both trip of the tongue so nicely. It’s a word that surely has a broader appeal than simply a noun to describe Indian movies. An encompassing adjective I think.
‘That’s sheer bollywood,’ said the lawyer jamming his wig hard on his head, his eyes flinty with anger.
‘Naughty, naughty you keep your bollywood to yourself,’ she said with a saucy smile.
I see white letters high on a hill in Bangladesh surrounded by expensive homes or is that sheer bollywood in my thinking?
And I’m back in my world again wanting to write but first I think I might go up and get into the belly dance outfit and jiggle around the lounge. That’s all for today, that’s your bollywood lot!