Learning about Films "Interaction with Bikash Acharya''

25th April 2012
Wednesday

It was early afternoon, as we had planned earlier, our next class with Mr. Bikash Acharya, a well known director and a script writer in Nepali Film Industry and also a member of Film Development Board Nepal, turned out to be a worthy interaction at his own office building in Old Baneshwor.

We all reached there by 10:30 as informed by our lecturer Mr. Prem Luitel. He is our visiting faculty for television, this semester. He is the one who arranged this meeting for conversation. It was of great appreciation, without his guidance and support, learning and sharing opinions with such a personality and brain wouldn’t have been possible.

I hurried and relaxed myself on a squishy sofa right in front. Room wasn’t too big but spacious enough to adjust fourteen of us, unfortunately, we were just eleven. So, we tidily adjusted ourselves.

All of us introduced ourselves one by one from last. Waiting my turn, I initiated whirling my mind in search of words. I gathered them inside as fast as I could. At last it went perfect. I’m perfect at this.

Perfect! Okay, I lied.

I’m pretty bad at introducing myself sometimes.

Okay, I lied again.

In fact, most of the time. I literally forget important things that I need to mention.

It was good enough though. Actually, I’m not really interested in film-making process but the presentation factor attracted me the most. I think this quality poured that dramatic essence in me that half of the bodies enjoys and half complains about. I lost in his words though I was familiar with most of the parts of his story. He believes that he is one of the most educated in this field before Rajesh Hamal. He shared his experiences in film-making in Nepal, where most of the social factors were the obstructions, where actors demanded for monotonous typical roles, where scripts changed within a blink as per demand of actors or producers, where criticism dominated inspiration, where negative remarks overtook affable comments, where imitation worked more than own creation, where more than fifty movies were produced each year and not even fifty percent audiences watched them.

We then moved towards long and strong discussion as to how has mischievous and offensive scenes affected the viewers, as to what sort of impact has nudity and slangs put upon individual and society.

Finally, we wrapped up around 2 owing Mr. Acharya, a bottle of cold-drinks to all. And me and my team moved towards our next project, smiling at the scorching sun, seeking the next destination, as assigned by Mr. Luitel.

It wasn’t a bad day but indeed, wasn’t a good day too.

Mr.Acharya's recently released movies: 'NAAI NA BHANNU LA' & 'MA TIMRO BHAISAKEN'

Biography:

NAME: BIKASH ACHARYA
EDUCATION - M.A in Culture (T.U.) - M. Phil in Archeology (Bergen University, Norway) OCCUPATION - Film Making
PRODUCED
Sannani
Ragat
Maha Dev
Sauta
Nai Nabhannu La
DIRECTION
Nasib Aphno
Nai Nabhannu La
Ma timro bhaisaken
WRITTEN
Mama Ghar
Kartawya
Himmat
Kismat
Yudwa
Kaha Bhetiyela
Nasib Aphno
Ma Timi Bina Marihalchhu
Hasi Deu Eka Phera
Daag Nametieko Ghau
Nai Nabhannu La etc.
AWARDED
Best Director 2009 (Movie "Nasib Aphno")
Best Writer 2007 (Movie "Jiwan Data")
Best Writer 2008 (Movie "Kismat")
Best Writer 2009 (Movie "Ma Timi Bina Malihalchhu")
National Award 2008 ("movie "Daiko Sasurali")
Mahendra Bidhya Bhusan ( M.A. in Culture)

Biography Sources: http://www.filmykhabar.com/celebrities/bikash_acharya/

आसुँ कवी बन्ने सानो प्रयास

न भन त्यस्तो, न भन त्यस्तो, केवल म बन्न सक्छु तिम्रो सहारा भनी लगाउनु सम्म लगायोउ मलाई एक्लोपन को बानी मिलनको पर्खाइमा बिछोडलाई अङालेकी मैले न हास्न सक्ने न त रुन सक्ने, यो कस्तो चोट दियोउ तिम्ले ।। हासोको मुकुट मेरो अनुहारमा अटाउन मानेन, अब यो बिडम्बना म ढाकु कसरी, पिरोलिएको मेरो यो मनलाई अब म फकाउ कसरी ।। कल्पनामा तैरिरहने मेरा भावनालाई के दोश दीउु र म आफ्नो एस्तो अवस्थामा, तेस्लाई सम्हालु कसरी तिम्रो सम्झना बुढो रुखको जडोझै गड्यो मेरो मनमा, न फुकाउन मिल्ने न त जोड्न नै मिल्ने, यो कस्तो नाता गास्योउ तिम्ले ।।

TRISHNAA

I bury myself under a blue sky, because I feel dizzy, my night begins early before I get to see any stars twinkling above. My bed isn’t soft; it’s a common path for everybody. I wear a sando and half-pant, tacky and shabby. A rough, ragged old sack is the only friend of mine, whom I could play with. I ail and sometimes I even yell in pain. I am in pain because of my habits. I smoke, I inhale substances. I like the smell of dendrite. Passerby stares at me in surprise, some shocked but I care none of their reactions towards me because I do what I like. I yell in pain sometimes, these stuffs aren’t gifted to me, I try and purchase them. I wake up every morning for sake of being in pleasure of pain. I search, I search everywhere in a hope that I could at least find a penny to get what I want. My day then begins with a hunt for money. I beg people. I request politely to the passerby but all that they give me is fuming stare sometimes even get slapped that is why most of the time I target my innocence towards women. Some of them show sympathy but that doesn’t matter, all that matters is money to me. Finally, at the end of the day, I have enough money to erase my “trishnaa” and I laze on my bed and bury myself under the blue sky again.

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