Looking for a DVD in my hometown, in my usual manner asked all the known people, got quite a few different answers.
Finally, just drove down a road I know, where I’d gotten DVD copies made earlier. Stopped at an interesting looking shop- it was full of vintage electronics, VHS players, cassette decks etc. Parked on the street outside and went in.
It was a treasure house, full of movies, both local and foreign- not exotica like the newest Iranian or East European movies, but plenty of stuff. Surely the only time in my life that I’ve actually seen a Mani Kaul movie’s DVD being sold, that too of ‘Uski Roti’!
Turned out the owner was a young guy, very passionate about cinema- he had Ray’s Charulata as well. And of course in typical fashion he had all the latest technology too- when I wanted DVD copies he said take it on a SD card and buy a card reader, all of which is cheaper than a pen drive or DVD disc.
To me, all the movies turned me into a kid in a sweet shop, in much the same way bookshops or music shops or even art galleries do. They are like a treasure trove of creation.
In typical fashion, the guy dubbing my DVDs had come to this chap and he had made a copy of my movie too. But at this point, more circulation for my movie can surely do no harm.
I suspect I’m going to build up a movie library of my own faster than I thought I would.
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