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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Time heals all wounds, it also wounds all heals. Patience fills the thin gap between cure and disease. Like a barbed wire, Time entangles the feet… Digging into the flesh. Biting the heels. It won’t let you run. Can we escape to redemption? Maybe. Time heals all wounds only if you break free from the shackles and run. Run […]
She stood at the end of the long gali. He was waiting still. Standing patiently, peeping from behind the yellow minaret next to the big gate. Hundreds of pigeons sat on the gate’s rusted iron rods and the pale, cold cement of the boundary wall. She did not take her gaze off him, nor did he stop […]
Have you ever tried to open the window and see what lies behind? The little blue window that lies framed in the crimson wall. The loose latch through which a stream of dust pours in, made visible by the straw coloured sunlight. I am tempted to just peep through. Will I see an emerald lake […]
Run into the strawberry field Pale pink and straw With arms wide open Let loose. Free fall The wild grass tickles the spine.. An orgasmic wave passing through the body Breathe. Open your eyes to the vast sky-a mystical ceiling inscribed on which is the secret of life Hidden behind thought bubbles drawn all over […]