Hollywood, Here I come!

I was watching The Reader yesternight and there was plenty in it that kept me awake till late after midnight. The guilt. The responsibility. Kate Winslet's haunting, haunting performance; the face, the pathos she carries within every fine line, every wrinkle! Reawakening of memories of reading Bernard Schlink's bestselling German novel (on which the movie is based) that last summer. The loss of innocence in Post-War Germany. The highly charged, exceptionally well-shot love-making scenes (make love, make sense!).

And a little bit of myself.



That's my university Roll Number. 215. And that's a scene from the movie. A very small glimpse. A single shot. Just a cameo. A guest-appearance, you see.

Ah! And how it felt working in a Golden Globe Award winning, Oscar nominated movie?

Well. I'm too modest. (I was so not ready for this, I hadn't prepared an acceptance speech...)

;)