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Vikram Chopra and the Quest for Fame and Fortune – Part I

Prologue:

As some of you may know, I have recently implemented my plan of attack for complete domination of the Entertainment Industry. That is right…Vikram Kumar Chopra is a star…now all I have to do is get everyone else in the industry to realize it.  Simple plan…right? First step – write a screenplay.  In progress.  Second step – get an agent.  Done.  Third step – go on auditions.  Done.  Fourth step – book a job.  Yet to be determined…

And this, friends, is where my story begins…

With the help of my dear friend Megan Munroe, I was able to secure representation through her former local talent agency, ABC Model & Talent.  With my previous experience as a side host for KCTS pledge drives, and what they call a desirable look…aka diverse…aka BROWN…it was a no brainer for my wonderful agent to “sign me”…there, however, was no paperwork in the process.

Ok, that was somewhat easy.  I love my agent…she rocks and I have complete faith in her abilities to find me work.  Now all I had to do was secure my first audition.  She had emailed me about 2 different “jobs” she was submitting me for…one I believe was a dating service commercial (LiveLinks probably…chat with live hot guys, right now!), and the other I have no idea.  Strikeout on both accounts…but no worries.  I would stand tall in the face of rejection and laugh…HAHAHAHA!  After all, I had a diverse look…soon the jobs would begin pouring in.  I represent a new face in the talent realm…one that is not of the norm…brown is the new black bitches.

Then it came.  Leah emailed me about an audition for a Samsung Mobile commercial.  The part she was submitting me for was “Indian or Pakistani Man…late 20s…video gamer.”  Score!  I’m Indian!  I’m a man!  I’m in my late 20s!  I play video games!  No brainer!  Then came the follow up email…I had secured my FIRST audition…whoo hoo!  Fame and fortune, here I come.  Soon I would be sipping mimosas with Britney and Christina, poolside at the Chateau Marmont.

I was quite nervous, I must tell you.  There were no lines, but this was my first.  My agent had informed me there may be some improv…like pretending to play a video game or something.  Sure…I can do that.  I’ll give em my best Wii stance!  I called Megan for moral support…she gave me the lowdown on the audition process.  Walk in…sign the clipboard…don’t say anything…and wait your turn. And don’t forget your 2 headshots!

I was to audition for one of the largest casting directors in Seattle.  No pressure.  I got there about 30 minutes early to mentally prepare myself.  As I sat in my car downing my delicious Ice Breakers Sour Mints, I noticed a fellow of similar breed.  Shaggy hair, brown skin, Costco wardrobe…could this be my competition?  Sure enough, he walked into the casting agency building.  Ha!…if this was my competition…I was set.  About a minute later came another Indian gentlemen…but this one was dressed to the nine.  Spiky hair, D&G t-shirt, 7 jeans…ok…so maybe this guy would be my competition in real life…but they’re looking for a video gamer, not a douchebag.  I thought I was dressed quite the part, if I do say so myself.  Faux-hawk hair, white long sleeve t-shirt, black “Bi-Mon-Sci-Fi-Con” t-shirt over it, Express jeans, and Pumas.  I was a shoe-in.  Another minute passes, and ANOTHER Indian guy goes into the building.  Then ANOTHER.  Then ANOTHER!  I felt like I had been cloned into several low-rate, K-Mart versions of myself.

So now it was time for me to make my grand entrance into the casting agency office.  I was sure that once she had seen ME in comparison to the rest, I was a shoe-in.  I could taste the mimosas in my future.

When I entered the office, sure enough I was directed to the clipboard to sign in, then fill out a generic informational form about myself.  As I wrote down the stats that would ultimately define me on paper, I glanced around the room, eyeing my competitors…and they did the same.  It was a brown man stare down.  The smell of curry filled the air.  I half expected a quick-draw to see who could whip a turban onto their head first.

I thought to myself…do they have accents?  Should I play it like a boater??  Maybe they’re looking for more of a nerdy Indian gamer than my cool Indian gamer persona?  Maybe I’m not dark enough?  Maybe I’m not INDIAN enough??

Then it was time.  The casting agent called me and one of my competitors into the audition room together.  I gave him a look of contempt as we walked in…this was MY time Apu…go back to your home with your arranged bride and eat your rice and beans…just don’t fuck with me.

We stood in front of a video camera and introduced ourselves.  She then handed us a fake cell phone, and asked us to take turns pretending to play a video game on it while the other cheered on.  It all happened so fast, I wasn’t sure how I had done.  I left with the comments of “great energy…we’ll let you know.”

After a long weekend of an unknown future in the industry, I found out that I did not get a call back.  No feedback was given, but I’m sure I didn’t fit the mold of “Indian or Pakistani man…late 20s…video gamer.”  Perhaps it was because I didn’t look like a nerdy Indian gamer.  Or maybe they preferred a darker skinned gamer.  Whatever the case, my hopes and dreams of sipping mimosas with my pop idols would have to be put on hold…for the moment.

But fear not friends…my brown, gay phoenix will rise from these ashes and press on!  And my dreams of being cast as Kumar’s better looking brother in Harold and Kumar 3, in The Namesake 2 – Another Namesake, or Bend It Like Beckham Used To, will be fulfilled!

 

 


The Golden Indian Curry House

Welcome to the Golden Indian Curry House kids. Garlic naan only $2! Butter chicken for $5. We have a special on Spicy Curry…2 for the price of 1!

But why the great deals Vik…you may ask?

Because apparently I am the owner of the one and only Golden Indian Curry House in Tukwila. It would seem so as I get about 5 calls a week on my personal cell phone asking…either to speak to the owner of the Golden Indian Curry House, whether or not we do take-out, and what our specials of the day are.

It all began about a year ago. It was a rainy Seattle morning, and I was sitting at my desk at my previous employer, Jet Parts Engineering. After slacking off for about the first hour of my morning, I was surprised to get a call on my cell from a private number. Seeking the thrills of a conversation with an unknown caller, I eagerly answered my phone. To my surprise, it was one of my Indian brethren…a voice unfamiliar, yet the accent a dead giveaway. He asks…

“Ees thees thee Golden Indian Curry House?” My immediate thought is…who the f*** is this and what kind of joke are you playing? I mean I get it…I’m Indian. HAHA. Indians eat curry. No brainer. And do one in five Indian families in the Northwest own Indian restaurants? I’m sure of it. But this was not part of our repertoire. I tell him…

“No, I believe you have the wrong number (jacka**)!” He said sorry and that was what I hoped would be the end of it. Unfortunately for me…the calls kept coming. I even had one caller ask if there was a place close by my restaurant to get beer to bring back to his hotel room. Finally one day, one caller in particular refused to believe that I was not part of the Golden Indian Curry House Mafia. Believing he was proving me wrong, he stated…

“But this number is listed in Verizon YellowPages as the number for the Golden Indian Curry House!” I then proceeded to get my point through his thick boater skull that this was a mistake on their part. At this point, I decide to do a little investigating of my own. I go to Verizon YellowPages online, and sure enough, there was MY cell phone number listed for the Golden Indian Curry House! What the f***? Why in the name of all that is holy “Vishnu Shiva Ganesh on a lotus flower” would this happen to me?? It was time for me to take the matter into my own hands. I call the restaurant and ask to speak to manager…the conversation went something like this…

“Hello, my name is Vikram Chopra, and I believe that you have made a mistake in your listing on Verizon YellowPages for your restaurant. It seems good sir, that you have MY cell phone number listed as the telephone number for the Golden Indian Curry House. It would be jolly good for me if you would kindly remove my number please.”

“Vut doo yoo mean? I don’t understand.”

“I’m sorry old chum…let me be a little more clear. You have your restaurant listed in Verizon YellowPages, no?”

“Yes.”

“Well, haha, it would seem that whomever did your fabulous listing in this online directory mistakenly put MY cell phone number down instead of your real number for the Golden Indian Curry House…world renowned for your Curry and Aloo Ghobi I might add.”

“OOOOhhh, HAHAHAHAHA…I doo nut know haouw thees happened Veekram! I am soooooooo sorry! HAHAHAHA!”

“It is fine old man…can you please correct this error in due time?”

“HAHAHAHAHA…I don’t know vut too doo!” At this point I feel the laughing is quite unnecessary, and am about to lose my temper.

“Listen DUDE, in respect to the gods and our fallen brethren that trekked 100s of miles to bathe their shriveled bodies in the Ganges river…just f-ing call them and have the listing removed! Ganesh ganesh.”

“Ah ok, I understand. So sorry once again.”

I felt I had made my point quite clearly in a language he would understand. Yet my beautiful people, to this day, I still get the random call for the Golden Indian Curry House on my cell phone. Could this be some cruel cosmic joke the 8 armed gods are playing on me? Is Karma coming back to bite me in the a** in the form of deals on curry? Only time will tell. But for now, perhaps I will make the trek down to the restaurant as fate so apparently wants me to do. What may happen? I don’t know. Perhaps they have a curry so strong it will forever change my soul. We shall see…we shall see.