15 Jul 2018

Dear Kanva...



I have wanted to write my journey about Kanva’s therapy for quite a while now. There have been days when I wrote a few pages and then decided not to save the document, and then there are days when my hands trembled to type a few words. But today, I want to write and I want to file it under “hey you are stronger than you know, and your kid is stronger than you” category. Coz down the memory lane when life gets tougher, this story will give us hope and for someone seeking support on the internet on Autism, this story will let them know they can, if they do not give up.




All of you following this blog know that I am blessed with twins – a boy and a girl. Let me fast forward to their first birthday, while my daughter spoke a lot of words, Kanva did not. I observed that he used to try and do his chores on his own, he would never asked for help; being independent is a good concept, but at his age it was a little disturbing. I also noticed that his eye contact was not up to the mark, he would watch the ceiling and talk. Every time I or my dad brought this issue to rest of the family, we were asked to be pateint coz the boys usually have delayed speech. But I attained clarity when Kanva twisted his ankle and we visited an ortho, the doctor asked us a question “How does he tell you he is in pain?”.

“He takes my hand to the area of pain”, I said. He insisted I take the child to AIISH (All India Speech and Hearing institute). 24hrs to his advice, I was with my 2 year 6 months old boy answering questions on his milestones; to every question my answer was a no and to every question that required a no, my answer was a yes. I realized why my child didn’t like my hugs, said no to proximity and why he avoided kids of his age group. It was the toughest questionnaire of my life and I failed; very badly – it could be “autism”, they told us.

The first thing I did after that session was to put down my papers, my child needed me and only I could help him; but I needed help too. My dad, and I never have conversations, we hardly talk; that night there was a lot that was spoken but all in silence. The amount of research he did over the internet, about the disorder and on who should we contact for all the help, I wouldn’t dared to. I knew acceptance was the first step, the more I denied it, the more it would affect Kanva. I wrote a thousand times that I will give all that I can, all that can get my boy the basics to survive in the world.

Turning Kanva into a normal child was nowhere in my agenda, he needed help in communicating his needs is all that was struck on my mind. We started therapy classes at AIISH, he wouldn’t enter the classroom, for days the only activity was to make him enter the room. Apart from my father my only solace was Osho, I recollect crying to him and speaking my heart out. “You have accepted the issue and half the battle is won, it is going to be alright”, and the references he gave me to take things to the next level, I am forever indebted to him.

Food, water and bathroom are the basic necessities and they were the first to be addressed. Every day I would keep the plate in front of him and prompt him to ask for food. He would get it only if he asked and he wouldn’t. There were days when he went to bed without having a bite of food, plate was thrown numerous amount of time, at times he would want to snatch the food from me, he would try finding food from the kitchen himself and I finally had to lock the kitchen; I was accused to be a stone hearted, may be I became one. I hated myself, and I have punished myself after he slept. But what has to be done, had to be done. Kanva lost around 4kgs but within fifteen days we saw a great change, he started asking for food, water and would nudge us for his loo visits.

He had sensory issues, he wouldn’t like to touch paint, walk on grass or wet sand; anything that made him dirty. I took him to the park, removed his shoes and let him walk. He would sit on the grass, crying and not moving an inch, but when it became inevitable he did it. He couldn’t withstand certain smells, he wouldn’t eat food like shavige and noodles coz of it’s texture. He had to fight this battle and only he could do it. We’ve smeared mud on him and made him sit for hours, made him climb the stairs many a times, splashed cold water on him, we removed all the articles over the wall/showcase so he couldn’t watch those and speak and for every eye contact he made I have given him positive enforcement. This is when I met Keerthi, the therapist and my journey became a focused one. Keerthi used to set goals every month – speech, regulation and allowing him to get interested in the world, relating himself with the people, one way communication, two way communication, one sentence commands, two sentence commands, addressing social problems, letting him know what symbolic play is and the most important bridging his state of mind.

Kanva was asked to narrate stories of his day to day life and every time his version and perspective surprised us. What we expected was never his answer; it always used to be out of the box. He knew the number of steps to the therapy classes and he knew what the color of the shirt Keerthi wore the previous day; his observation skills are always part of my conversation with everyone he spends his day with. He was taught how to use the sipper, suck the water from the straw, buttoning his shirt and allowing me to cut his nails without being scared. 

Kanva loved to learn and fell in love with Keerthi, I haven’t seen such a pure bond all my life. He genuinely wanted to go and play with the therapist and how amazingly Keerthi had changed our lives. My boy who refused to go out of the house started to ask why we aren’t visiting Keerthi aNNa if there was a holiday. Keerthi always told me that Kanva is the most intelligent student and his zeal to learn made him try never concepts with him; after a year I was told Kanva was as normal was Kshema, in fact he was actually much ahead of his age.

We decided to give a break of 6 months to his therapy and see how he does without it; and when I took him to the therapist later, I saw my non-emotional child all teary eyed to see his therapist. He narrated his part of life and all of it from his tiny little world. I’ve never seen him get angry over a missed opportunity nor have I seen him being jealous of his sister, from shouting to get our attention to calling me amma; I have re-lived my life with each of his milestone. I have celebrated his first kiss to me after 3 years and each time he asks for a hug I jump a thousand times.

I wouldn’t have done this without Kanva’s thirst to learn, Vinay’s assistance in taking care of Kshema, without Keerthi’s guidance and my dad’s persistence. To everyone on twitter, who’ve told me it will be fine, you have made me smile amidst all the chaos and you my girls Dopey, San, Sammy and Bee – love you for all your silent prayers. Autism in India is unheard of, pediatricians do not tell this to the parents at all. Early intervention is the best, everyone who has access to the internet, keep checking for monthly milestones of your child – physical and most importantly the ones that involve emotions.

I’ve listened to “Naa ee sanje-ge” song like a 100000 times all through the year and cried nonstop when was hard on my child. I need to end this article before I break down! 




5 May 2018

The curious case of ‘shelldom’



You thought I was referring to Sheldon from TBBT and did a typo? Nah! I actually meant ‘shelldom’; there isn’t a word yet, I just framed it. 

Shelldom: noun The state of going into one’s shell. 
”If you ask him a lot of questions, he embraces shelldom“

For all these years I had no clue what it means to get into one’s shell. Of course I had a lot of friends who primarily were introverts, but I hadn’t experienced this state whilst at college or work. There are a lot of theories surrounding shelldom, but today I want to share what it feels when you are BFF with folks who believe or rather find solace in shelldom. 

When you meet them, you wouldn’t know. 
When you hang around with them, you wouldn’t know. 
When you cross that line is when you’ll know. It has been a huge concern to me off late; because I am left clueless when it happens. They are not responsive (my panic begins) they avoid every part of communication (my panic rises) and when there is almost no information about them (anxiety attacks happen) It starts with, am I the cause of concern, to how do I even help them; it is never about fixing them but about fixing the situation. No communication is the worst thing to happen to the mankind and especially for an extrovert, fiery arian (read me)

I’ve realised that is how creative people work; I am glad they do but when it is smeared with a layer of ‘there is an issue’ is when I find it extremely difficult to cope up with shelldom. Folks who follow shelldom never make you feel they are introverts, or their behaviour of extrovertism is played extremely well. They make believe them and how; so when the reality hits, it breaks the dreamy wall pretty hard. 

Their pre-phase of entering shelldom will be hard too, you will have to take sarcasm, blunt words and the most famous line ‘I was like this all the time, just that you did not know about it’. And when they arrive out of that phase, you’ve got to be normal, act normal and not dare talk about it, at all. I am going through this phase of someone dear to me embracing shelldom; I’am left clueless and while I am that, I chose to write. Because writing is my way of communicating, telling the person and the world how it is to be around them. 

Do you think consistent and continuous one-on-one’s with shelldom will make me follow it too? Or should I just go by, this too shall pass?





12 Apr 2018

A year at Paramvah Studios



Milestone posts are a thing these days. One year of that and five years of this; it amazes me that each year, people involved will have something new to share about the project. Isn’t that the milestone on its own? You wanting to tell the premise of the story, which is bigger than the story itself. Not in the wildest of my dreams did I think, I will be part of KFI; my father didn’t like me watching movies and my mom used to hide Friday newspapers. The guy I dated for six years was hell bent on entering the movie industry in ways other than acting and back then I used to feel it damn funny. I wondered why would anyone who is doing so well in life, financially want to change route to pursue movies. He was not even sure about what he wanted back then, but movies used to be 90% of our conversations. 

Did I ever feature myself being part of movies, choosing it as a career? Nope. While at it, I owe everything that I have today to one platform, twitter; my life took an amazing change because of twitter. I met amazing people and one among that is Rakshit. Initially it was just a fan interacting with an aspiring actor in KFI, he used to like my movie reviews and I used to love his way of treating people. I did not believe in stardom, crazy fans but I often found myself vouching for the boy; there hasn’t been a single birthday ever since I know him where my flowers haven’t reached him nor have I ever missed an opportunity to let him know what an amazing person he is. Two years to that and I found myself slowly handling his other fans via socials. 

Then something even more extraordinary happened; Rakshit started Godhi Banna and I met Hemanth Rao. Hemanth has been my pillar of support, ever since we’ve known each other. I obviously cannot write how and why, coz it could be the most trivial rant or the biggest blunder, this boy is always around to hear me out and most importantly give me a brand new perspective to the situation. Our first phone conversation went on for 3hours and I still do not have any clue about what was the take away from it. 



This post finds its way in the blog after a long time; because I complete a year working at Paramvah Studios today. I have an identity and I am very happy to have got to this stage, operating from tier 2 city and handling a lot of things without much of a travel. If you truly wish to do something, you somehow make sure it happens; location or distance doesn’t really matter and with people like Rakshit and Hemanth by my side, I wish to go a long way; with them :-) The best part of these guys and my team is that I have never been questioned on my productivity, the trust they have on me is exceptional. Special mention to Chan, my buddy and saviour and the connect at work. 

Signing off with my fav line “maaDalu kelasa nooraride saaguva daari doora” 


23 Oct 2016

Movie Review: Rama Rama Re



Please.. Banrappa theater-ge…

Enjoy their extraordinary journey and experience an emotional ride by travelling to the theaters now!



Janana, Marana – The philosophy behind the Birth and Death explained in an emotional journey polished with right humour, that’s the movie in nutshell. The way Satyaprakash has narrated this simple concept is beyond words; I agree with the lag in the first half but the second half makes you forget that bit. The characters and the actors have given everything to make it look real and the haunting background score, is out of the world. Also many plots tangled as a single plot kinda movies are doing well?! 

The treatment given to the feel of Movie is fab, visually amazing experience illa andaga story is very important which is the strong point of the movie. Preparing for the role has been mastered by Sandalwood And Dharma, what an amazing find to the industry. KeLi Prekshakare...suthradaari-ya kelasakke neevu paathradaarigalagi please banrappa theater-ge!

Three years to make a two hours movie – imagine the amount of precision that has gone in the making? I am sure that the film will bag many awards, but what such movies deserve is your ticket in the theater – so that more people make that effort to showcase stories that aren’t in the ‘maLe-macchu-hucchu-remake’ genres, please banrappa theater-ge!

The best takeaway for me is that it makes you think & visualize about the movie even after it has ended, through my journey back home and at home, making me write a movie review after ages to tell please banrappa theater-ge!

Sadaa ugiyo critics’ bhesh andidhaithu, hogoloru manaspoorvakavaagi mecchidhu aytu – innu prekshakare nimma saradi – please banrappa theater-ge!

29 Oct 2015

Hari ge Prriya nam Shruthi


It was supposed to be ten minutes interview, but the conversation went on for an hour. Hariprriya is extremely down to earth, does not flaunt her stardom, and talks non-stop. Many a times both of us deviated from the question and had to re-collect the instance that triggered the topic.

Below are the chit-chat details

C: Shruthi to Hariprriyahege? (There is an extra letter ‘r’)  The change of name!

HP: When I did a tulu movie Badi, the director gave me some inferences that how many actresses have changed name and have gained positivity from it. Who gets to choose one’s own name? I was ok with the idea and the team came up with so many names from the letter “H”. Finally, I chose “Hariprriya”, because it means Lakshmi, who is ‘harigepriyavaadavalu’ and our family deity is Venkateshwara i.e. Hari.


C: Initial Kannada projects doomed, but the Tamil/Telugu movies did quite well, so was it tough to say yes to Kannada again.

HP:I entered the industry without a god-father. Those movies doomed yes, but my performance as in my acting skills was appreciated. That matters to me and yeah, initially I wasn’t very serious about this career path. But once I chose it as my profession, I have taken utmost care in choosing each and every role. I am also glad that whatever be the choices or decisions, I have learnt it through mistakes. I have made them so the positive impact for the rest of the years will be good.

C: Abbayi class Ammayi Mass v/s Neer Dose. How similar, how difficult?

HP: Very different in fact. ACAM was tailor made for Telugu audience, it is more on emotions and how will it be when a sex worker falls in love. My appearance is more towards glamorous, gaudy, loud type. In Neer Dose, my character is classy. The profession is same in both movies, but this one is on relationships. You will have to wait and watch to know more.


C: Why Neer Dose? It appears to be a jinxed project, yet.

HP: Many reasons actually,
  1. I admire Ramya and I always wanted to see how she has portrayed the character. But when the project stalled, I was disappointed.   
  2. The fact that the director has not lost hopes on his project for two years – it should be a very strong subject.  
  3. Director approached  me and told me his reason of choosing me, that it is because he considers me as a versatile actress. That means a lot. 
  4. They say I fit well as traditional, innocent girl, but this was a challenge. Doing a complete opposite of my reel image – I was game. 
  5. Finally, I wanted to do what no one has done in the Sandalwood industry instead of following the trend. My mom and my friends all of them told me, I should take it up.   My dad was a huge fan of Jaggesh, I am sure if he was around, he would be so happy to see me act with him.

C: We’ve heard you lost weight for Ricky, how close is the movie to you?

HP: I’ve given my heart, soul, weight and blood to the character. HaHa it is that close. The part where I play a naxal could never be healthy. I mean, they hardly get any food in the forest, also no parlor work in that schedule (grins). I followed strict diet, jogged after the shoot with the crew. I had cuts and bruises during the shoot but yes all worth because the movie looks amazing and I am very positive people will adore it.


C: Projects lined up?

HP: You know NeerDose, apart from that I am doing ModalanemaLe and Rajadhani 2, One Tamil movie "Varayo Vennilave"is ready for release.

We wish Hariprriya a great year ahead, cannot wait to savor Neer Dose ;- )

 
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