The End of Innocence
A couple of days ago, something happened that caught me completely off-guard… and let me tell you that’s hard to do. We were shooting in a charming little cluster of old Catholic houses and stone walkways called Ranwar Village, and one of the scenes included Ranbir taking pictures of random objects and people around the area. While doing some earlier scenes, we noticed a bunch of little girls peeking in from behind a wall, giggling and pointing. They had old tattered clothes on, dirt on their hands and faces, and crazy messy hair that gave them all the air of lovable ruggamuffins. We decided to use them in a shot and show Ranbir taking a picture of them playing around. So we told them to stay around and we would call them when we needed them. Suddenly they all disappeared, and then returned 20 minutes later. Only none of us recognized them anymore! They had all gone home, changed into jazzy vulgar clothes, brushed their hair and actually put a shitload of makeup on!! I mean… what??! They were 6-year-olds off the streets! Why were they trying to be bar dancers?? Is that what they thought being in a film meant?! And then when they were doing the scene, we asked them to sit around Ranbir and they all grabbed him and put their arms around him, and wouldn’t let go even between takes. I bet they even had catfights when they went back home about who got the most attention from him. They all got chocolate and an autograph for their efforts- and one girl actually demanded for his phone number alongwith the autograph.
How much competition do I really have man??
