A memory project by FTII’s women alumni recounts how tough it was to make it in the Indian film industry
Paul’s room at the Ftii Auberge had a window that opened to a garden and a bench that always seemed to have been recently seated. It was the first piece on the ground floor, pressed against the common phone of the hostel, catching the sorrow and the bad of the country when it crossed the sons. She arrived on the campus during one of these rainy afternoons, and for a few days, lived in an almost empty inn, waiting for her comrades and seniors to sank. Electrified, lonely and authorized are the three words she uses to describe what she felt in these very first days.
Decades later, when she held the Coffee Table of the FTII diamond jubilee in her hands, Paul has again experienced the same triad of emotions, but now with a fourth added note: disappointment. The book included approximately four or five women, the already seen, the names always included. “As you get older, you think of turning points, and Ftii was enormous in my life. See the women represented if with a short time, so closely, felt disappointing. Babiller, even.
