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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He was not a great looker; he never considered it necessary perhaps to cultivate that side of his personality. As things worked out, however it didn’t matter much. He had a brilliant, if rather eccentric mind and she was young. In-fact they both were. There was a chance meeting perhaps at the bus stop, through […]
It lay well within his grasp. A gold band twinkling defiantly at him. The diamond encrusted crown caught the sun rays as they filtered through the wooden beams of the little, suburban church and glittered like a thousand ripples on a mountain stream. The ring was brand new, from a very fine jeweller in Manhattan. […]
Sugo was a tall, thin, very dark, really scrawny, bat-eared guy of about 15. He had large horn-rimmed glasses, a sullen expression and round, bulbous eyes. Now any one would think from my description that he was an extremely unattractive chap, but not really, he was just at that stage in life when guys don’t […]
10 PM. Our day has just started. Things don’t look too cheerful; there is a dingy slum, right before our eyes. The street light has a habit of illuminating all the things you don’t want to see, like a child defecating on the kaccha pavement. The auto passes leaving us in the throes of black […]
“Democracy,” began our political-science teacher in her high-pitched nasal voice and her staccato accent, “Is a government of the ‘peeple,’ by the ‘peeple,’ for the ‘peeple.” I remember nothing else. I did mug it all up though, that and the rest of it, for the Board exams. Did pretty well too, come to think of […]