Long time ago, after roughly freelancing for almost 4 years, I and Rohit felt this niggling stagnation looming nearby our creative spirits. Learning the new ropes of client management, setting project boundaries, orienting them to present us with a proper design brief soon became very templatized. Over a few more years, my own portfolio became very type casted to my identity. No complaints as such since the nuances of being an indigenous woman is too delicate to explain and understand. But with the limitation of not grating our bums in hectic cities, juicy projects flew past us.
Like a wild child, I personally hate routine in work. Like in games I would prefer life to also level up in terms of difficulty with a variety of challenges. Especially given the age and energy we have in us, we felt it was the time to really muster our brains. Along these years we compared the future of setting up a studio in India v/s looking for opportunities outside. The former required us to be in this very close tight knit community which works in very advertising culture style and the latter would be a little more professional which for sure would have better work life boundaries.
After Rohit’s many rejections in the shortlist level of La Poudriere 2 years animation program in France, me applying to National Film and TV School’s one year Motion Graphic and Title PG Diploma course in the UK was a cake walk. I had my own doubts about this place and it was rightly so. (More on this some post later)
The wind outside was cold and crisp. Little clouds left everyone’s lips as they spoke. Navigated to the subway below to get an oyster card that took me out to the exit of terminal 5. People employed carefully guided my way to the lift looking at the heavy bags. Reached up to the bus stand and waited for the right one to arrive. A very neat, perfectly shaped south asian fellow drove halfway. After a change of bus I reached my lodge on a dark cold night with hardly any street lights. I knew that dragging the suitcases on the road was not the right way so I stood by on the side where a driver stopped by and told me about pedestrians which I had to look for among soaking grass with a torch light.
My muddy shoes and soggy wheels passed by the bumpy path for about 300 mtr and then I smothered my way through narrow stairs to reach my room. Took a hot shower and crashed on the bed. The menu rates made me tired calculating conversion rates and I slept while thinking what to eat.
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