Well to start off, let me say it to you I was just a poor little creature. I was nobody. I was the last guy you could ever expect to succeed. To say about myself, I am a writer, or to be precise I was a writer and to be more specific I wanted to be a writer.
But my luck as always screwed me. I started suffering from a writer's block even before becoming a writer. I was running out of ideas, I was falling short of characters. Honestly I was fucked up. Life had screwed me hard that’s when I got an idea.
I started to think of using the world around me for inspiration. Thus I began following people. I started to follow people randomly, watching how they walked, where they went or what they did. I was hoping to get some inspiration or ideas by following them.
I made up some rules for myself before following people so that my process of inspiration does not gets screwed up. I decided never to follow a same person twice, never to follow a woman in dark alleys during late hours, never to make any contacts with the targets, etc. But you know the human nature, the fucking human nature. I broke some of my rules, some knowingly and others unknowingly.
Like there was a day, when I was following a man, dressed in decent black suit carrying a bag. Now I started to follow that man, with my eyes fixed on that bag. The day that man approached me changed my life forever. He came to me and introduced himself as Cobb, we had a chat where he asked me why was I was following him. He told me straight that he was a burglar. But believe me, he didn't look like one.
Cobb asked me whether I would like to accompany him to his burglaries, to which I replied positively. Yeah, I wanted to go with him. I wanted to understand how does this decent looking, well dressed man does it. As we broke into a house, he started looking around, I thought he would take some valuables or money but he wasn't interested in that. All he wanted to do was to go in through people's stuff and look around. He just enjoyed playing with their belongings, rather you can say their priceless belongings like photographs, letters, CDs and other such things. He always said "You take it away, and show them what they had."
Things were going fine until we both broke into a woman's house. Cobb started doing his work, and I was just fooling around. The owner of that house, that woman was so beautiful that I could just not stop looking at her pictures. Then I broke one more rule, I started to follow that woman. It was not long until I got a chance to talk with her at a club. Things sparked out between us and we started going out. She told me how she was being blackmailed by a goon, actually the owner of that same club where we had met because he had her photographs in an indecent way. Actually she was in relationship with that man earlier so she didn't suspect him to turn out such an ass.
I turned myself in to the police later but no one believed my story. I tried to tell them the details about the burglaries and Cobb but somehow Cobb had cleverly pointed all the evidences towards me all the time while breaking into those houses. And to make matters worse I was even charged with the murder of Cobb's girlfriend. Cobb had killed her too, after I left and had placed all the evidence in such a way that everything pointed towards me.
This is the truth of my life. I wish I had died before going through all these things. At during those times when I was following those people for inspiration, I never realized I was following my own destruction.
Following is a 1998 British neo-noir film directed by Christopher Nolan. It tells the story of a young man who follows strangers around the streets of London and is drawn into a criminal underworld when he fails to keep his distance. The film was shot on a considerable low budget. The movie is one of its kind and marked the begining of Nolan's successful career.