Film Maker Bela Negi who originally belongs from nainital and F.T.I passed out is coming with a Hindi Film (Daayen Ya Baayen) which is truely based on Uttarakhand.
which narrates the journey of a man from a village to a city and how he has to adjust to city life. But when he goes back to his village he cannot adjust to the village life. We have shot the film in villages of Bageshwar, Almoda, Munshiari and Chaukadi ETC. 95% casting is also adopted by there local people. Girda is also working in this film said Ms. Negi..

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We started our journey on 25th November 2008 for Bageshwar (Pothing) School. After having breakfast/ lunch at home we started traveling at 10:30 AM. We purchased some sweets and snacks for students from Haldwani market then we started our journey to Bageshwar.

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I started my journey on the 17th November 2008 for Jakhnyali school which is one of the school where the kids are sponsored by the members of Uttarakhand Worldwide organisation.

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I reached Rishikesh on 16th morning around 5am. I had some rest in the afternoon. I could not sleep in the train as I had no alarm clock and my mobile’s battery had died. So I got up late in the afternoon. Met a few people for the very first time and came to know that the engagement which I was supposed to attend on the 16th was postponed to 19th. It was pleasant surprise when Rajneesh called me up and wished to meet me along with the great journalist Raju Gusain. And as told to me by Rajneesh they kept their promise and came to Rishikesh and we had a very productive chat. We should follow up on a few things with Rajneesh and Raju bhaiji.

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I reached delhi in the morning by British Airways on 15th November Saturday at around 6am. Nirmal insisted to come to the airport but as it was too early in the morning I preferred to take a taxi and went to Gurgaon to meet oue very own bhaiji Nirmal Rawat.

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If you have ever been to Mukteshwar, a small hill town nestled in Kumaon hills some 50 km from Bhowali, you would actually understand how silence can scream. It is not the first time I have been to hills and experienced quietness. But here the silence was piercing down the ears with hardly people seen around or shops open or the women working on their grasslands. Unlike regular hill stations receiving heavy tourist flocks who love to shop around the mall roads, visiting tiffin-top and posing for snaps every 500 meters, I find this place absolutely abnormal.

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It was around 5:30 in morning when I woke up after a deep sleep though my body still was aching. I came out from the dormitory onto the side balcony and stretched myself. It was still dark outside and silent. One could see the giant gate on right that welcome tourists while bus stand of Gopeshwar at the left. Gagan was up to, and then almost all one after another. We refreshed ourselves and the Independence Day parade down on the road started with student representative from different schools marching with their school flags followed by other students in long queue.

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