It's official. It's a war. My home is now a war-zone. I am caught in the cross-fire, not knowing whose side to take. My hand illustrated-journal has launched a war with my home-made video. To complicate things further, a professionally shot video has jumped into the fray. I am inundated by the sounds of all of them screaming at me, yelling, jostling for attention. To complicate the war-zone further, there's Oktobuz z ( a set of wonderful people to work with, and I love working with them. ) who are perfectionists. Then there's my extremely sweet, ever-obliging, web-designer, Pranav. Pranav and Oktobuzz are on my side, of course. The videos and the journal seem to have taken a life of their own. They threaten to engulf us, take over our tiny world which is I t's all In the Planets. At first all was under control. Oktobuzz told me that a video had to be made. And in that sweet way, they said 'Preferably shot by a professional photographer.'