In 1979, Basu Chatterjee made Baaton Baaton Mein and unobtrusively brought to us the dating and courtship rituals of a community that was till then either caricatured or just overlooked in Hindi cinema. Nancy Perreira and Tony Braganza…
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Matriarchal manipulation in a patriarchal world is depicted unsparingly in Usha Priyamwada’s Pachpan Khambe Laal Deewarein (Now playing on Prasar Bharti). The mother resentful of her lecturer daughter’s comfortable life in her college residence because the younger daughters…
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“Start with hope..always start with hope. We went from being a shitty team to become one of the biggest dynasties in the sport and all it needed was one match to light this fire,” says Michael Jordan at…
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In 1947, my grandparents brought three children and the remains of an uprooted life from Pakistan to India in a train. One of those children was my mother. I grew up hearing a lot of stories about the…
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Three documentaries streaming right now show the ultimate culmination of the Bois Locker Room culture. And what happens when one gender is taught to mistrust its instincts of self-preservation and the other does not even learn something as…
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In Sudip Sharma’s Paatal Lok (Now streaming on Amazon. Co written by Sharma, Sagar Haveli, Hardik Mehta and Gunjit Chopra. Directed by Avinash Arun and Prosit Roy), India’s disowned inhabit the headlines we turn away from. A young…
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At this point, the history of the EWS colony in Ejipura is a haze. A dust haze, under fierce sunshine as bulldozers plow away the last bits and pieces of the homes of more than 200 families. Fragments swim into focus now and then. ** The corporation-built housing blocks that were so shoddy they became […]
I see myself as a man standing Between two buckets. A tube runs from each bucket into a vein: Input, output Both buckets contain a grayish, gleaming, translucent Substance One bucket is labeled Past and the other is labeled Future I see myself as a crow on your balcony pecking At rice stained with turmeric […]
I woke up one morning and I couldn’t hear E anymore. The note, not the letter. It was just gone. I first noticed it on the way to work, listening to an old mixtape of classic rock songs, wondering how come I hadn’t remembered how jagged and minimalistic these wayback arena rockers really were all […]
There is a street in this city where the freaks and clowns and entertainers used to live. The dwarfs who pirouette and pratfall under the big top, the long tall ones who lurch and leer, the bearded ladies, the alligator men, others less obviously marked by nature, but just as indelibly set aside: the sword […]