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 always think I should have a good discussion with you but can’t figure out..about what.’ Radhika looked up to see the man who spoke. He must have been close to 27, medium height, decent looking. She noticed his discomfort after having said those words and wondered how many times he might have rehearsed, to utter them […]
And today, I saw the most beautiful sunset of my life.. not at sunset point in Ooty or at Kanyakumari… but here, amidst the city’s hustle bustle. As I drove back home, and the cars whooshed by me in a hurry to get somewhere quickly, I saw it. That beauty of a big orange […]
A day that passed like every other day; But something seemed to be missing.. The voice unheard ever so far; Came to my hearing… *** I listened, I nodded, I spoke to the voice; I still knew not what it was saying… I moved around frayed and failed; Not knowing why I was gloomy… […]