'In Search' by Jay Krishna | Short Film | 2017 | Digital Infotainment

'In Search' is a one of a kind short film from the production house of Digital Infotainment by it's founder Jay Krishna. It's about  appreciating the gift of life. We all, at some point in our life, face difficulties, which makes us to think that, this is the end, when actually it's not. The story walks around the protagonist of our film Kunal, who is a young boy suffering from an inferiority complex, due to his over weight. He is planning to end his life when, a turning point appears before him, which makes him rethink his decision. What is that turning point, well to know that you have to watch the film. ;)
Hope You Enjoy, Please leave your comments and suggestions. Thank You. 



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'In Search' a Short Film by Jay Krishna | Digital Infotainment

Hi Everyone!! We here at Digital Infotainment are happy to share with you all, a snippet of our very first short film 'In Search' releasing on 4th of Jan 2017. Please subscribe to our YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/digitalinfotainment to get insights on the making of the film. Also follow us on Facebook and Twitter to get updates on future projects and events. :) Click here to watch the film: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iS3A5zCFKPA


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'Journal Writing' By Monisha Das | Digital Infotainment

Journal Writing
By Monisha Das


Yes! It was Anne Frank, the 13 year old girl, who implied that "Paper has a greater patience than human values". It is the holy sole truth that is does and the very one will know it better, who feels the beginning of their heart beating, feeling complete, like when one rejuvenates from the blood flowing into their veins and arteries and then all over the body to live for life, akin to when they hold a pen and jot down anything of their thoughts, hopes, views dreams, desires, plans, decisions etc.. Over a sheet of paper. Journal writing has a very significant value in life. When one wills for a trial towards writing, the one will then be clicked with the idea, how truly it is.
                Don't you really think to let your view point be traced by the world in need or may be your family to come to terms when they are unaware of your inner strength towards something when you generally speak and which you know it is and mainly your family don't?
                Probably it would be the best idea then to jot down everything and leave a simple note behind their sleeping pillow in the morning and still when they are sleeping and you are out for a morning stroll surrounded by the nature around you. They find that first, when they do their morning bed and give importance then to your silly note! Even in other case, you write a simple word over a sheet of paper it could mean a lot. I really don't have an exact idea to which extent it is true, but is really felt by me. It is not only the way of expressing yourself but also the way of knowing yourself better, discovering yourself by jotting down your strengths, weaknesses and keeping yourself up-to-date with things you are good at, the things you have completed, you need to work out, wanted to complete badly, hoping for a great opportunity, you would just like to grab however, which you couldn't finish on time, due to certain personal causes or circumstances and how you plan for your life further. Even criticizing someone over your paper would be better than in person unless you want to spoil your friendship or partnership with them, for certain causes.
Writing in a journal or a diary gives you the power of perspective. Revisiting past times and selves will help you to realize that day-to-day life changes so much and you have too. It is a way to say what you wouldn't have otherwise said. Some of us have a lot of rattle around our brains, the release of a journal not only can be therapeutic, but it can also be life saving. The best thing of all is that, it is  productive way to spend your free time, by having it as an open option, you can sit down and be quiet or listen to the famous music you love and just be.
                Writing in a journal mainly is an excuse to be creative. The space can be used in any way you choose, whether to write a daily account, doodle something you saw on the bus, park, sick moment, or write lists of things you want to do this weekend. Having creative outlets is good for you, it is something that is privately yours, having a secret or a place like this can be freeing, you relieve your stress and simplify your life with the help of writing.
                Benefits of writing that follow-For starters, One feels empowered, improves writing skill, tends to be able to solve personal problems or issues, also solve work and family related issues, the main thing to learn is your own values. Finding your place in the universe, help get in tune with your own wisdom, understanding your fears and passions, becoming more intuitive. The thing is that, to let yourself move forward in life and to build self esteem. I would  like to suggest, probably everyone should throw themselves at least once into writing.
Humans are social beings; they tend to live within their groups, customs, cultures and religions including their norms, and on the other hand, a sheet of paper is such a thing that encourages you and that enlightens your inner strength to live within it, when you are as you are, and want, what you really want to be, relaxing yourself around the nature, as though you are free from humans. For a way to bring your friend and make her sit beside you for your story of life, that you only want to share with her, you must keep in mind that she is understandable, trustable at first and later when you continue and go on with your flow, you will see, at one point of time, she will become restless, irritable, will want you to stop this way or that, but when you open up a new beautiful page to write on it and you begin with  it gradually, your thoughts, hopes, desires, anything and everything that will comes into your brain, will become a wonderful outlet, contiguously through your writing and you go on with your flow, a new page for every new chapter you begin, and you see how patient this holy sheet of paper really can be, makes you feel fresh every time you write on, never complaints or ever will want you to stop amidst, like a mother, whose love for her child is endless and that grows ever young for every new second, who never complains for any battle she faces in life, no matter what or how she will go on and on....

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Para, Snapshots - 'Happy Birthday(Part2)' By Jay Krishna | Digital Infotainment

The following is a paragraph from a book I am working on, which is about certain events which occurred during the course of my life, and I’d like to make it very clear from the very beginning that, this is not a tragedy based melodrama. Where the boy doesn’t get the girl, spends his time in isolation and all that crap!

This book is an outlook into the lessons of life, who is the best teacher that one can ask for. Teachers can teach us how to progress towards life, but it is only life that teaches us, how to live. Life teaches us many lessons, some are temporary and some aren't. During our stay on this earth and the course of our stay. There are many positive as well as negative outcomes. It depends upon us, what we choose, whether we want to live with the positive or remain with the negative. Our choices decide the course of our life, even luck has a favorable consequence in it.

Happy Birthday!
(Part2)
By Jay Krishna

/*Please see part 1 for  preface and start of  story.*/

Summer of May 2013.

Mom: "How can you be so careless?"
Me: (blabbering) "I don’t know!"
I asked, if she had one? She did, but it was blue. You had to use a black pen to write in the form. And I thought, what a stupid rule. What the hell is the difference between a black and a blue pen? It was not like I was going to make a fine work of art or write a thesis. This made me angry, but rules are rules, and must be followed. My mom told me to go and ask someone. I noticed a guy at some ten step distance from my seat. He was wearing a blue denim, on top of which he wore a yellow tee and white shoes, quite an unusual combo. His physical appearance was quite simple, which created an impression for me that he maybe approachable. I walked up to him. And yes it was my friend Gunjan, the first mate I talked to when I was in college.

Me: "Excuse me!"

Gunjan: "Yes?"

Me: "May I Borrow your pen, the document says that you need a black one and I only seem to have blue?"

Gunjan: "Sorry, but I don’t have one".

Me: "Please, I will return it soon".

Gunjan: "But, I don’t have one."

Me: "Well… It’s ok then."

Approachable my ass! What a miser, couldn’t even lend me a pen. Earlier I saw him writing on a piece of paper with something, and I was sure that it was a pen. I was not in a habit of spelling out foul words for nothing, but sometimes, when my temper reaches a favourable pitch, I lose control, and blabber more than I should. But I try to control myself as much as I can and avoid such situations. Anyways it was not much of a big deal. So I walked back to my seat and told mom, that he didn’t have a one. My mom went out and got one for me.
During that time, my dad was posted in Silchar, so it was just mom and me. I had a younger brother, but he had school, so he couldn’t join us.
While I lay sit, the names of the students started being called, who got selected into the institution. The lady called out the name, but I didn’t hear it, or maybe I wasn’t paying much attention. I think the second option is most likely, as when my name was called, I knew it the very instant. Meanwhile as I was saying, she announced the name on the microphone and a huge guy walked up to her, with someone along with him, I guess it was his father. For a while I thought, he must be a very smart guy, to get his name called, at the very beginning, but later on I got to know him better in class, he was just the same, cracking dirty jokes and bolstering about himself, and here I introduce my second best friend Kunal, who was always by my side in all of my wild ideas. I stayed there, waiting and then suddenly…

Mom: "Jay come and help us".

Me: "Coming!"

Hey! Wait a sec, it seems I drifted far off topic. Well I will tell about what happened next and my conversation with Gunjan. But first I got to go help mom and the others.

Me: "Mom, you called? "

Para, Snapshots - 'Happy Birthday(Part1)' By Jay Krishna | Digital Infotainment

The following is a paragraph from a book I am working on, which is about certain events which occurred during the course of my life, and I’d like to make it very clear from the very beginning that, this is not a tragedy based melodrama. Where the boy doesn’t get the girl, spends his time in isolation and all that crap!

This book is an outlook into the lessons of life, who is the best teacher that one can ask for. Teachers can teach us how to progress towards life, but it is only life that teaches us, how to live. Life teaches us many lessons, some are temporary and some aren't. During our stay on this earth and the course of our stay. There are many positive as well as negative outcomes. It depends upon us, what we choose, whether we want to live with the positive or remain with the negative. Our choices decide the course of our life, even luck has a favorable consequence in it.



Happy Birthday!
(Part1)


By Jay Krishna


Summer of May 2012.
It was my time of the year, Mom and Dad had promised,to get me a new PC for my 17th Birthday. It was late afternoon, all of us went to the store and got myself an ASUS with all the high end specs, actually I had surveyed the net for more than a month before arriving at this decision.
Mom: Make a wish and blow out the candles.
Everyone started singing (in chorus): ‘Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to dear Jay, Happy Birthday to you!
I was very much happy.
The party was a total blast. Afterwards, I logged into my Facebook account and started going through my notifications, I had around 10 to 20 notifications in my drawer, from which about one-third were birthday wishes and the rest were what everyone else was doing, who was commenting on who's post, who poked who, and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... I gave a message of thanks to all. It took me less than a minute. I didn’t like to mingle much, for which I made only a limited number of friends. But the ones that I made, I made sure, they stayed with me for a long time. You can say I was kind of selfish. While browsing the wall, a message popped up on my screen, it was my friend Gunjan's. By hearing the name, one might think that, it’s a girl, but actually he was my college buddy, he had written an X behind his name to make it look cool. We used to make fun of him by saying that only dead people write X with their name, but he was very cool and didn’t mind much. I still remember the day I first met him.
The weather was cloudy and I believe it was raining a little, I had come by car, to the college, where I applied for my further studies, for my 10+2 that is. I got down, asked for directions, for where I was supposed to go, and entered the auditorium, and the first thought that came to my mind was OMG!What a CROWD!!, I had never experienced anything like it before, I remember getting admission in school but this was totally different. The last time I had entered, there was hardly anyone there, but look at it now. I went inside and got two seats, one for my mom and the other for me. While I was seated, I started noticing everyone around. I felt kind of suffocated, but didn’t let it bother me. As I was waiting for my name to be called. Mom started interrogating me.
Mom: "Have you brought everything".
Me: "Yes, Mom I brought everything".
Mon: "Are you sure?"
Me: "Yes! Mom I am damn sure".
Mom: "Check again".
Me: "Ok!"
Mom was more nervous than me, I guess all parents are. She might be looking fine outside, but I know how tensed she was.
Mom knew how forgetful I am. And every time, that I used to leave the house, I used to forget something or the other. I remembered an incident which occurred a few years back. Mom got me a yellow shirt as a gift for Bihu, the local New Year festival, and I didn’t like it due to some reason, which I can’t recall, I used to like whatever she got me, but this time I didn’t. She told me to go and exchange it for what I like, so I went to the shop, and on my way, mom called.
Mom: "Jay, where are you?"
Me: "Yeah I am on my way".
Mom: "Have you forgotten something?"
Me: "Ah, no, I don’t think so".
Mom: "Jay… (A silent pause and) Your shirt is with me!"

'Why We Write' By Jay Krishna | Digital Infotainment | Must Read

Why We Write ?

By Jay Krishna



PREFACE: Before you start reading the article, I would just like to say "Thank You", to all those who have helped me in publishing this article. This article is just an effort towards making the readers discover the benefits and means of writing, as I perceived it myself. Why we write, and for whom. Here I have given all that I could, that had flashed in my mind as an answer to this question, and I sincerely hope you all enjoy reading it.

What We Write is a way of reflection of Who We Are. Writing is an art, a medium of communication, maybe in some cases, the most important one. It can be preserved, replenished and renewed, over time. What can't be expressed in voice, can be, with the magic of words. Making one's mark in history, for millenniums to share. It is more or less like showing your heart through the medium of your soul. It's not just pen and paper, it's divine, magical gift. Whatever scribbles of text you see, in whichever language it maybe. Has a tale, a story or two. Showing what the other, has in his heart to you. According to historians, the earliest form of writing can be dated back to around 3000 BC, when Sumerians in ancient Mesopotamia(modern day Iraq) wrote on tablets made of clay. This writing system is known as cuneiform. Can I say that most of the time, the world is at peace because of the writings that we share, may it be, the constitution of  India or the smalls lines of courage(for say "Jai Hind"). Statements, poems, articles, and more.. Whatever we write has some background to it, linked with numerous conditions and circumstances. May it be a line, a paragraph, a page or a thesis. Whenever we write something, on anything. It is written with some purpose in hand. The contents of what is written is accompanied by the state of the mind, the environment that surrounds us, the feelings and emotions we are undergo at that moment, and the topic of choice, we are willing to speak about.
                                                                                  According to a statistical report, released by the United Nations International Telecommunications Union(ITU). More than 200,000 text messages are sent every second, accumulating to 1.6 trillion a year. Someone pinch me, that is a lot of words. There are over 110 million blogs in this world, written in more than 50 different languages. With this we come to know, that our whole life, we are surrounded by words, whether it be the present, the past or the coming future. The words we talk about maybe of different forms, they maybe words of love, wisdom, hate or just plain words without any actual meaning, but only words in the end.
Seriously though, why are all of us writing ? Why do we do it. It’s not like we’re making any money at it or growing fame overnight. Then why is it that, we still continue to do it ? After critically analyzing, and removing some of the long runs, I have come to the conclusion, that we write for the following reasons :

We write to be free, to be fully alive.: Sir Ken Robinson, a renowned writer, speaker and educationalist says :"The arts especially address, the idea of aesthetic experience. An aesthetic experience is one in which your senses are operating at their peak; when you’re present in the current moment; when you’re resonating with the excitement of this thing that you’re experiencing; when you are fully alive".

We write to be fully alive. Writing draws us into the moment. We see the blades of grass, hear the miniscule chirp of the morning cricket, watch the shade travel from one edge of the yard to the other, seemingly for the first time. We are free, from any sort of barricades. We can reach our full potential and let our minds run riot. Writing helps us make art out of every day ordinary living moments.


We write to make a name for ourselves.: Eric Arthur Blair, known by his pen name George Orwell, an English novelist, essayist, journalist and critic, once said :"one motivation to write is sheer egoism, that we write out of the “desire to seem clever, to be talked about, to be remembered after death, to get your own back on the grown-ups who snubbed you in childhood etc".

That’s part of it, but I think the motivation goes much deeper than being well-liked in the present moment. If you’re being honest, you would agree that it would be nice to live forever. But if you can’t live forever physically, then why can’t your memories live forever? We still talk about William Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Thomas Hardy, and George Elliott long after their deaths. Why not you? It is this craving for remembrance that drives us.