Ironically, I grew up watching Indian movies as a kid in Russia. I am quite familiar with Bollywood. I grew up watching 'Disco Dancer;' I watched it some 20 times as a kid.
As a kid, I sat transfixed watching Ray Harryhausen's '7th Voyage of Sinbad.'
Watching myself. Watching the people around me. There was some part of me that was there as a kid and growing up and living my life, but there was also some part of me that was watching it all happen from the nosebleeds.
I was a shy, quiet kid. I was happiest playing by myself with my toys, rather than hanging around people.
I had always thought of Chris as my kid brother and watching how this kid, as I still thought of him, had affected so many people's lives around the world was incredible.
I'm quite happy sat in front of the telly watching everything on Sky, Netflix, Amazon Prime. And the one called Roku. I've got the lot.
Everybody gathered at my Aunt Hannah's house, and we sat around and talked, ate, drank and told lies. That's what people do, and I just sat there and listened.
When I was a kid, we sat around the house. If I got bored, I'd have to figure out something to do.
My children are as at home in the Port Elgin library as I used to be, and they've sat in the cinema seats where I sat with their aunt every Saturday afternoon, watching the matinee movies.
I sat up, sliding them off, and the quiet around me did not, for once, seem empty and vast. Instead, for the first time in a while, it felt like it already was full.
Wrapped around my son with only the knowledge of the words of the world & a quiet remembrance of watching before this all began.
I don't think of myself as being troubled as a human being, but I guess I'm quite extreme, quite big and quite loud, and maybe people pick up on that when they cast me. I'm certainly not the quiet reflective type.
I grew up watching Indian movies as a kid in Russia. I am quite familiar with Bollywood.
Mama says it's okay to be on the quiet side—if quiet means you're listening, watching, taking it all in.
I think people are always looking for gurus. It's the easiest thing in the world to become a guru. It's quite terrifying. I once saw something fascinating here in New York. It must have been in the early seventies--guru time. A man used to go and sit in Central Park, wearing elaborate golden robes. He never once opened his mouth, he just sat. He'd appear at lunchtime. People appeared from everywhere, because he was obviously a holy man, and this went on for months. They just sat around him in reverent silence. Eventually he got fed up with it and left. Yes. It's as easy as that.
I had always thought of Chris as my kid brother and watching how this kid, as I still thought of him, had affected so many peoples lives around the world was incredible.