Rajat Kapoor is not made for water-tight definitions. So yes, he acts in films and writes them and directs them too but then there is a theatre and the fact he acts on stage and yes, directs too. The one common thread in all pursuits is the need to tweak, deviate, be new, be alive […]
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Month: September 2011
Art Out of Nothing At All
Ask artists how they visualize what they are going to create, and you are bound to get a variety of answers. Some make a rough sketch, some take photographs, and some others keep adding elements to their work as they go on. In short, they have a vision that slowly translates into a work of […]
Ben-Hur: Still Perfect
Religion is the saddest of all crutches, more so than Love and Hope. Yet I dare anyone to watch Ben-Hur and not feel a twinge of faith stir in the deepest recesses. By that, of course, I mean an understanding of what Jesus, like Lau Tsu perhaps, stood for. Made in 1959, this film, like […]
Rocket Science in Kaliyug
Good Sadhu Babas should never be as you expect them to be and Rocket Baba is no exception. Though over 70, he has the body of a fit 30-year-old, his skin and eyes are clear and his voice just booms. He arrives at the house of his student, my rakhi brother Gopal, like an angry […]
Crazy Little Thing Called Love
What The Godfather is to the male of the species, An Affair to Remember is to those who propagate the species. It makes women believe in that crazy little thing called love. Without us identifying with and holding up as ideal this paean to pure emotion, entirely devoid of, thank God, realistic flourishes, you would […]
Tales From The Misty Mountains
I was in the first batch of inward fellows of the National Foundation of India’s ‘Northeast Media Exchange Programme’. It was 1996-97 and I went to Mizoram. My subject was ‘Changing traditional patterns and the youth of Mizoram’. Though this travel piece has nothing to do with my fellowship subject, it is a by-product of […]
Maybe..
It happens. Let it. Or don’t. It matters. Maybe not. Run. Rest. Hide. Find. Stay. Go. Stop. Start. Hold on. Let Go. Life is now. Or maybe never.
The Underbelly Of Dreams
A writer came to me with a script today and his own story was more interesting than the one he had written. I might have offended him by spending far more time listening to him about his own search for recognition than listening to the reams of material on his laptop he tried to engage me with. This young boy […]
Gone
I am not here I don’t exist I was though I lived One moment And Poof Dust to dust Tracks and Stain Wipe me clean Call the Rain Dreams and Sorrow Smiles to give Share it with another I am not here I was though. Uma Iyer is a writer, a mother and a freelance […]
Delimited Existence?
I see a 15 or 16-year-old adolescent. I observe her facial features – droopy, flickering eyes, her body language – waving, abrupt gestures while laughing, legs in careless disarray while sitting, and her speech – impulsive and uncertain, at times ignorantly rude. I observe her clothing – undersized. Glaring pink and orange top paired with […]
Unforgettable..
It was my destiny, fate, luck or karma; call it whatever you like that brought me to Mumbai – a city which horrified me from the very beginning. A city known for almost all the wrong reasons- riots, floods, crime and the underworld. A million other atrocities plague this city which proudly calls itself ‘the […]
Mausam’s Climax: 8 1/2 Stars
One review called it a ‘preposterous-bad-action movie’ climax and the local RJ on a FM channel found it comic. For a reviewer on a TV channel, this was one scene indicating that the script was ‘begging for a rewrite.’ “Too bizarre, unnecessary and bordering on the ludicrous,” another review said. Yet another makes a direct […]