Contest
Short Script Contest
We invite potential scriptwriters to participate in this unique contest by submitting a story written in not more than 300 words accompanied by a script for a short film of not more than 15 pages. Out of the entries received, we will select 20 scripts which shall be published in a book form. The winners could well find this an opportunity to be noticed by filmmakers from across the world. The competition is open to all and there is no entry fee. The only condition is that the scripts should be written in a proper format as shown below. The closing date for the contest is May 31, 2009. Submissions can be emailed to submitmanuscript@gmail.com. Winners will be intimated by the end of July 2009.
Script Format
INT: MOR: ROOM:
Raju stands in front of a cupboard mirror and looks at himself. He smiles. He then takes off the track suit. He is extremely thin. Flexing his biceps, Raju looks at himself from the side. He is suddenly whacked on the head by a hand. Raju turns around.
AUDIO:
This is the Sunrise FM channel. Hey, it’s a great day and let me tell you that it is going to rain for sure. And you know what, we have got a big, big surprise for you today. Guess who is going to be our guest for today morning’s Chit Chat show? Oh yes, you got it. It’s none other than Vikram Garewal, the handsome hunk who is going to conquer Bollywood with his first release Bewafa Main Bewafa Tum.
The voice peters off.
INT: MOR: ROOM:
Raju’s father comes forward and sits on a chair. He opens the newspaper and begins to read. Raju comes near him, putting on his trouser and shirt.
RAJU:
Why did you hit me on the head?
FATHER:
Arre, why do you keep looking at your wasted body in the mirror each morning? Can’t you start your day with something better? All you have got is bones and skin. Where’s the flesh?
RAJU:
Give me time, papa. One day I am going to be Mr Universe. You know who my idol is? Arnold Schwazzenegger. Anyway, forget it, you won’t have heard of him.
FATHER:
Okay, okay, enough of your nonsense. And yes, I have heard of Arnold Schwazzernegger. What do you think I am – some kind of an idiot? Some of us used to call him Arnold Shivajinagar.
RAJU:
Okay papa, can you give me a hundred bucks?
FATHER:
What for? I just gave you two hundred rupees the other day. Where do you blow up all this money? You drink and smoke? Have you got into bad company?
RAJU:
Not at all. Don’t you let your imagination run riot. There’s this friend of mine who wants to sell his sports shoes. He bought them just last month and has not even worn them more than ten times. But now he’s got bored with them. Doesn’t like the colour. And so he’s willing to give them to me for a dirt cheap price. You know how much they cost in the shop? Six hundred bucks.
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