Inspired by my acting abilities and the praises showered upon me, by my close and distant acquaintances for my acting performances, in different roles, in many school and college dramas, I was determined to try my luck somehow in the movies and make myself a superstar. Those days, Mr. X was a superstar. It was a well known fact that he encouraged the young and budding talents and had an eye for them. It seemed to be a blessing in disguise to me when I was told that the shooting of a film, featuring Mr. X was going to take place, in a nearby location. To get noticed by Mr. X, I left no stones unturned. I spent two sleepless nights and many hours, to get close to Mr. X. With the help of local influence and some local heavyweights, I finally managed to have a few words with Mr. X and succeeded to get a role in the movie (Haqueequat), as an extra. Though the role was of a dead soldier, I was in the seventh heaven. I felt as if I had made it. Alas! Who knew that the role of an extra (that too as a dead soldier) would be so tough. The next day on the set, I was called up by the makeup man, who applied lotions, cosmetics and God knows what else on my face and body. Then I was called up by the dress man to dress me up. They must have done a great work, as all my friends and well wishers were eyeing me with envy and awe, from a distance. When I enquired about my dialogues, I was bluntly reminded that a dead soldier, don’t talk. Even then, I was not disheartened. I was disheartened when the so-called director was not satisfied with my performance as a dead soldier in the movie. It seemed, he did not for once appreciate the fact that it was next to impossible, to lie inert and hold your breath for a considerable length of time when the shot was being taken. Anybody with a compassionate heart can understand the impossible situation of a man who is told to lie and act dead, for more than 5 minutes, amidst the glaring flashlights, spotlights and a great battle scene all around. Finally, the take was over and I was told to come to my normal self. Then, I realized that nobody was paying any attention to me. The film was finally released and was an instant hit. Mr. X was appreciated by the media to a great extent whereas I found myself to be a laughing stock in my own native place for my foolishness. If you ever want to know, what it is like to be an extra, in a movie, ask those like me before you take any decision.