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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Silence. Above all, silence. We are safe in this thicket, as long as we remain absolutely silent. But Kala’s baby won’t stop crying. It is weak and hungry. As is she – she has not made milk for three days now. There is a command unspoken in the leader’s eyes. Kala understands. The baby is […]
The pain of men Is the crux of noir It’s why girlfriends Are found in fridges The pain of men Is stoic Quietly eats away at the men The pain of men Drives revenge epics Fuels classical tragedies The pain of men Ennobles, somehow The pain of women Is everyday Everywoman And when it is […]
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 […]
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 […]
But you can always look up At your corner of sky Through glass Between grills Framed by concrete And touch infinity This kept me alive In back rooms And corner offices A single stream of sunshine A streak of rain trailing down a pane The smallest whisper Of eternity You can even see stars Gathered […]
If you cannot see the knife At least imagine it Carry the idea in your mind The possibility of an edge Murderously honed Wielded in attack Feel the steel tear you Consider the possibility Of a stab wound Look around you Watch for edges, for hands Concealed in pockets, behind Backs Listen Most of all, […]
A national distraction A national auction Your money for your patriotism Your hand on your heart Feet on clouds of fervour Head completely emptied Cocooned by propaganda Cushioned by heart’s-talk Robbed of all volition A slave to wild hope And daydreams of destiny Craven, coward, compliant Complicit in a conspiracy Masquerading as a country Pic: […]
Welcome to this week’s atrocity Warhol guess what in the 21st century we are all devastated for 15 minutes ballard this exhibition defies your wildest imagining lone wolves and monolithic states at war and the battlefield the bodies of all the rest of us welcome to new atrocity same as the old atrocity Pic courtesy: […]
Duckback raincoat Bata shoes Camel ink Hero pen Nataraj pencils I’ve reached a point Where lists of things Once familiar Comfort me But I don’t believe things are worse The world Was always burning The skies Were always red And the end Was always near Near enough to smell The burning Of time But with […]
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 […]
Just heard that a young woman who had been raped and set on fire was left to die by the roadside just around the corner from where I live a few days back. She was found by a neighbour’s dog who was out for a walk. The police whisked her away and there has been […]
This poem was written by the author to express his outrage at the way a leopard was burned alive recently. If you would like to bring the perpetrators to justice…sign the petition below.. http://www.greenpeacex.in/petitions/leopard-burned-alive-in-uttarkhand-india-please-do-something hardly a day goes by and you are already a symbol a symbol of flickering outrage in front of a […]