Just out of
a screenwriting workshop. Cost me some time in getting to the place and the
five days spent there.
One of the
anomalies was that there were a 100 people in the audience, all aspiring
writers (90 with some guests). I call this an anomaly because writing is an intensely human journey,
and yet the crowd made it impossible for people to connect to each other at a
person level. It remained a broadly indistinguishable crowd for me. The very
number led to people stick to the cohorts they already knew, which would be the
local film schools, or where they naturally belonged (for example, all local women
beyond a certain age were seen sitting more or less together from Day 2).
Had it been 10-15
people, in five days we would have ended discovering a lot about each
other. But, understandably, these workshops have to break even. And so, I guess it
remained a solo journey for most of the people, journeys which were never
shared. A girl tried once speaking, or rather spilling, about a man who called
her randomly after his wife died and ended up becoming a chat-friend till he
died, and immediately no one knew how to handle it, other than move forward to the
other question.
Other than
that, though the speaker was really knowledgeable and articulate, for me it was more or less a validation for
what I already knew and a direction I already see for myself, to go deeper into
the study of mythologies.
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