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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I do not entirely dislike this era When I see Van Gogh’s sunflowers on a paper bag On the arm of a young woman in a mini skirt Messaging someone on her phone I do not entirely dislike the idea That it is all minutiae now And entire libraries can wait on her phone Unread […]
Hope on a gray day. A sprightly sunflower. A bunch of ox-eye daisies. A field of marigold. Sarson in full bloom. A vase of chrysanthemums in a room. A sweet round motichoor laddoo, a crisply succulent jalebi. Food for the body and the soul. Lemon tarts and coffee. A brightly beaked myna. An arch of golden trumpets. Lantanas in a […]
Nothing speaks to me more than a pine tree and its misty breath and a sunflower and its fresh scrubbed face of hope and that moment in time when the evening is a pale rose with its petals around everything even the thought that it is not enough and the thought that maybe it […]