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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She was left behind on the marbled staircase Just as she had begun to climb the first step into Solid colour. She could see pastels floating above her head Escaping as she tried to hold on to them. They floated up into the fluffy white mantle Lingering on the horizon before gliding towards Celestial city. […]
The stale, rancid stench of them lines the sides of the streets, those who think they know us, Trying to keep up with the pace, falling back and losing ground. The city is always alive – buzzing – reeking of them Their odour mixing too easily with the perfume of […]
King of the concrete jungle, almost Juan-like in his persistence but hung heavy Amidst the smog of life. Awaiting a momentary escape to a long gone image of the green, green grass of leisure And the time to peer through fluffy clouds of mountain skies. Embroiled in the heated wars, Raging bigger and more frightful […]
“I’m glad you have no sorrows. That your life is like a rose in bloom. That your laugh flies up to meet your eyes And your lips curve upwards. Contrasting gently with my mellow mood, As I carry my burdens around with me in the pockets of my soul.” ** Rhea Dhanbhoora has been […]
Time’s overreaching as life murmurs to a close, A dialogue left incomplete before the season’s changed, Forced shut before the year drew out. Stripped of age and run dry of an era, An element of emptiness dripping down On those left behind. And the firmament sends waves like whispers up To fill your open […]
Try and slow down before the end – Try and move backward towards clearer memories, away from the black holes. Before the sky opens up and swallows you whole, Before time sprints forward and damages your soul. Lightening strikes softly, before the whispers get louder, overshadowing the sound of thunder – only in your […]
They say there are five stages of grief. Seven maybe. Either way, I think I can say I’ve been through about four. Or am going through them – they’re going back and forth for me to be unable to pinpoint which stage I’m at, right now, at this very moment, yesterday – who knows? […]
Drip faster, dip down low, Let the sun rise and fall as the diamonds glow Beautiful rays, gleaming soft Beneath the light of everything you’ve lost. Symbols of what you’re leaving behind, Moving on, trying to keep up with The pace. Let it go, let them all fade, They’re hurled back at you, Slipping through […]
The clamour of footsteps and raindrops. Buzzing television sets and distant prayer calls. Brain teeming over with emotion; A break – a pause – mind on holiday. Numbness. Car engines sound like guitar strings scratching against chipped nails. But softer – calmer – now they purr like kittens… Red, green, blue – quietly […]
I walk with my hands stuck to my sides when I’m alone, usually very quickly without realising it. When there’s a man behind me (however nice and harmless the poor chap may be) I stop to let him walk forward before continuing on my way. I dodge ‘boob brushes’ by effortlessly moving my shoulders […]
When the sunrise was not something I took for granted and the sound of birds chirping in the morning made my day complete before it had even started. When soft guitar chords would float around me as I waited patiently for nightfall, as days stretched into night and then merged into each other like […]
Out and about in the happily bustling, oozing with life city this past week and craving for an escape to a land of beaches and waves, a lot of things have been hitting me in the face. The most recent being the lack of time anyone seems to have for anything anymore. And if you do have a lot […]