From the last weekend of TM (Transcendental Meditation) to this one of filmmaking.
Towards the end of the year that passed, I was invited to a charity event by Lola and bid for a Film making course and I won. Hallelujah! The two-day event in London was set for a weekend in March. However, I was not quite ready mentally to attend and Ricardo Villalobos; one of my favourite DJs was playing in Fabric that Saturday... So, I asked for a re-schedule and the time finally came for me to take a first hand at filmmaking.
Despite the good intention of having early nights in, after the uplifting meditation regime I have acquired, my mission failed miserably. Mind you, there was absolutely nothing miserable about it!
At the beginning of the week, I drove to meet Aisha, Risha and Falak; whom I had last seen on our Mykonos trip past July and spent some wild nights of laughter with. Aisha had just got back from an enlightening trip, she looked serene in white and pink. We met at the opening of a jewellery shop on Conduit Street around 7 p.m. We each managed to spoil ourselves with a little shopping and headed to the new Corinthia Hotel in Whitehall (near no 10 Downing Street; close to Mr Cameron; PM.
Parking was virtually impossible unless you resided in the area so the keys were left at the concierge, we met up with a group of friends in the bar, waiting for the birthday girl; Hessa to arrive. The newlywed Hessa arrived at the bar, with wide-open eyes at the outcome of friends gathered by her hubby; Abraha.
The hotel has been decorated in a modern style, to fit the grandeur of its surroundings, tables filled with white orchids in great taste.
Drinks at the bar were followed by dinner under the high ceiling of their Massimo restaurant.
Fun and laughter were to continue at Aisha's for a nightcap.
Not the best of attempts for an early night at the beginning of the week. But how can one refuse such great times to go to bed! Torsten would probably say: "My bed? I've been there millions of times before." And I always say, 'I'll be sleeping soooo much when I die, life is for living'.
The following night was a lecture in Pall Mall of a great Persian, contemporary poet; Forugh Farrokhzad in the company of Maygol.
Forugh Farrokhzad's poems were music to the mind. The virtue of her poetic vision was 'the sacredness of womanhood and the mystical beauty of sex'. A woman after my own heart.
She was daring and brave, however, confined to a repressed life behind the curtains of traditions. Her first step of 'Rebellion' (also, the title of one of her books of poems), was when she chose to become a divorced mother at the age of 19.
Despite the good intention of having early nights in, after the uplifting meditation regime I have acquired, my mission failed miserably. Mind you, there was absolutely nothing miserable about it!
At the beginning of the week, I drove to meet Aisha, Risha and Falak; whom I had last seen on our Mykonos trip past July and spent some wild nights of laughter with. Aisha had just got back from an enlightening trip, she looked serene in white and pink. We met at the opening of a jewellery shop on Conduit Street around 7 p.m. We each managed to spoil ourselves with a little shopping and headed to the new Corinthia Hotel in Whitehall (near no 10 Downing Street; close to Mr Cameron; PM.
Parking was virtually impossible unless you resided in the area so the keys were left at the concierge, we met up with a group of friends in the bar, waiting for the birthday girl; Hessa to arrive. The newlywed Hessa arrived at the bar, with wide-open eyes at the outcome of friends gathered by her hubby; Abraha.
The hotel has been decorated in a modern style, to fit the grandeur of its surroundings, tables filled with white orchids in great taste.
Drinks at the bar were followed by dinner under the high ceiling of their Massimo restaurant.
Fun and laughter were to continue at Aisha's for a nightcap.
Not the best of attempts for an early night at the beginning of the week. But how can one refuse such great times to go to bed! Torsten would probably say: "My bed? I've been there millions of times before." And I always say, 'I'll be sleeping soooo much when I die, life is for living'.
The following night was a lecture in Pall Mall of a great Persian, contemporary poet; Forugh Farrokhzad in the company of Maygol.
Forugh Farrokhzad's poems were music to the mind. The virtue of her poetic vision was 'the sacredness of womanhood and the mystical beauty of sex'. A woman after my own heart.
She was daring and brave, however, confined to a repressed life behind the curtains of traditions. Her first step of 'Rebellion' (also, the title of one of her books of poems), was when she chose to become a divorced mother at the age of 19.
In the silence of the temple of desire
I am lying beside your passionate body
My kisses have left their marks on your shoulders
life a fiery of a snake.
'Rebellion'
Farrokhzad died in a car accident in 1967 at the age of 32. Tragic but she did find happiness in her later years, which some still search for, at 72.
A poignant talk was followed by sushi with my newfound friend; Maygol. Our first meeting was months ago at another lecture in the V&A Museum, due to our late arrival and only minutes of conversation after. This was our third lecture together and we decided to get better acquainted over dinner.
Joined by Troy, Thursday night was dinner at Dylan's, I got to meet the two lovely friends of Conor's; Sonya and Mandy. It was a 'school night' (not that they were school girls! But a metaphor for midweek) and the girls left before 'the Cinderella time' of midnight.
My telephone rang soon after to be informed by Jade; visiting London:
"Haldita, our dinner's over. What u up to?"
"I'm at my good friend Dylan's," I answered, "Come and join us."
Jade arrived soon after with two other friends. We had a lot of catching up to do and the boys' sense of humour kept us amused till late into the night.
Another night went to dust!
There was a lot more to talk about the next day, so Jade joined me for lunch at the Brasserie. As we sat to order our late lunch, I looked up to see Dylan and Fred enter the restaurant. Our table grew to four. You know how the saying goes... The more, the merrier.
Even my early Friday night at Diba's went down the drain by getting carried away talking at the sit-down dinner, where Alan accompanied by his wife Deena enquired about the whereabouts of my film-making course the next day. Being a last-minute dot com kind of girl, I could only answer: "Have to check online tonight. Guess I'll find out tomorrow."
So... Finally, my Saturday morning alarm of 7 a.m. went off after the late nights and early mornings of the week! I was determined to get to the Ealing Studios, where my new learning skills were to begin... On time.
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