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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The blood they shed in your name in my name in our name runs in the veins of this country as the music of Baba Allauddin Abdul Kareem Khan saheb Amir Khusrau Ustad Amir Khan Begum Akhtar Ustad Bismillah Khan and so many who sang of Ram and Allah of your heart, my spirit […]
And it is better and it is safer it is certainly safer where the lights only glance off obscurity like the merest droplets bouncing off a ledge and on and away and it is safer not to peer up or down or away or within to settle in one’s own sedimentary layer to be gradually […]
The room was dark and empty and so were we, Reflecting our thoughts was a mirror in between, Of what we know about each other and what we see, Images vanished, casting away shadows to be seen. He is nothing but a false manifestation I believe, “Is it me or […]
When the kitchen is not just a place for opening cans or tearing the tops of boxes, it offers the thrill of creation which is shared with poets and sculptors painters and musicians when one is inspired to cook a new dish. This is the essential spirit of Kitchen Poems… an experience, an exploration of […]
37 degrees centigrade. Summer’s here Power’s gone Familiar dark and heat City grumbles Truculent Traffic Whispers, mosquitoes Hum India changes It stays the same I need another cup Of chai Jayaprakash Satyamurthy lives in Bangalore. He writes various kinds of corporate content for a living. He also writes fiction. He plays the bass guitar for […]
Today, I shed a tear, For that child Who shivered, Cold in her shoes, Lanky in her clothes, Terrified in her errors. Today, I shed a tear, For the parents, Who, in their hurry, To protect their child From what the world could Do to her, forgot what they could. Today, I told myself, That […]
Jab kabhi tera naam lete hain… dil se hum intaqam lete hain meri barbadiyon ke afsane… mere yaron ka naam lete hain bas yahi ek jurm hai apna… hum muhabbat se kaam lete hain har qadam par gire par seekha… kaise girton ko tham lete hain (Whenever I take your name, I put my heart through agony.. […]
“The last breath/Exhaled/Is the last poem/Released. Then/The curtain falls…” But before the curtain fell, Kamala Das or Kamala Surayya or Madhavikutty exhausted many lives, lived free and in confinement..by choice and wrote compulsively and passionately till the desire to live and write both burnt itself out. And the clamorous din following her last breath that sifted her life and poetry? It […]
In his world, trees are ancestors, rivers are mumbling old men, pines are charcoal sketches, mountains are Christmas cards painted in water-colours. Children running down hill slopes are fruits spilling out of baskets, rain is a rude intruder pounding on doors with wet knuckles , snow in Manali is a stealthy interloper that takes […]
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 […]
Love is a need like no other.Love is matter.The terrible, unstable kind, yes?The wild, sweeping kind that rips every notion apart until only nothing remains. And you weep, your tears are diamonds. Or perhaps the luminescent, sublime kind. The soothing, balmy kind, that caresses every scar, contains tides until only stillness remains and your […]
I lost my lover….. but love renews itself and surges forever in my heart .. somehow… No vows …. but I still feel committed somehow… I lost my tears …. but still I cry.. don’t know how… I exist…yet I feel a part of me is lost in you somehow.. My soul knows you […]