So Gulaab Gang is not really about Gulabi Gang or Sampat Pal. They just decided the colour pink was fetching, the lathis provocative and the idea of a gang of self-willed, rustic women commercially viable and they went for it. The intention was never to give credit where it is due. I also find it […]
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Author: Reema Moudgil
The Burden Of Proof
It was with a sense of dread that I watched the Geetika Tyagi ..Subhash Kapoor video. In a tastefully decorated room where friends possibly gather to discuss films and life..a conversation unfolded that could not have been easy for any of the people present. A young woman with naked pain and revulsion in her voice. A friend trying […]
Hikmat: The Sculptor Of Baghdad
Politics and wars decimate history, memory, geography, architecture, human life and art. No city knows this better than Baghdad. Baghdad has been battered by decades of war and has lost among other things a sense of normalcy that human existence thrives on. In the worst of times, art comes to the rescue of the human spirit and reminds it […]
Highway: Such A Long Journey
In the last scene of Highway, Alia Bhatt’s Veera stands cradling Clarissa Pinkola Estes in her arms watching over two undamaged children playing in the valley stretched before her. She has run with the wolves and come home. It has been a long journey with a lot of motifs that we recognise by now from […]
A Masterclass In Life
He is a conjurer of narratives. The story teller who brings to life the rising of spring sap in a winter-struck tree and then creates the moment when the silence of months gushes out as maple syrup. ** He paints with his gestures the journey in a canoe of a man and a woman as […]
Love At First Bite
Every successful brand has a bite. A bar of Magnum literally lives up to that premise. You bite, it crackles..obliging you with a molten rush of Belgian chocolate. Simple idea. Vanilla purity. And the sinfulness of chocolate. And a business, that according to report published in 2013 has doubled by a billion Euros in the […]
“Why Do You Write?”
To a question am asked often (Why do you write?), my answer is simple. I see people. Really see them. When I see a mind, a talent, an imagination at work, the world falls away. My own imperfections fall away. I connect with the energy at work and my own energy feeds on it and […]
Chef Vikramjit Roy: The Zen Master
Some chefs cook. Others create. Drawing inspiration from influences that may or may not have anything to do with food. And when they finish a plate, it is like finishing a poem or a story or a journey through the world of senses, memory, desire for something beyond immediate gratification and one dimensional pleasure. A […]
Zaha Hadid: Fearless Energy
Can architecture have a gender? A feminine perspective maybe? Especially if it is a Zaha Hadid building? Frozen like a giant wave between the earth and the sky? Immovable but fluid? Like time made visible with its many flowing curves and pauses? The geometry in Hadid’s work demonstrates that the source of creation has no gender. A creative impulse […]
Jagjit Singh: Beyond Loss
I have been thinking of pain lately. The pointlessness of it. The inevitability of it. Why some people court it and others shun it. Some hide it and others hide from it. Some people gather painful moments like they were spring flowers. Their life is defined by pain, what it did to them, will do […]
Frank Gehry: The Deconstructionist
Structure is at times over-emphasised in architecture. It is not just what is seen and what can be touched that is important in a building but what flows inside it..what can be felt. Frank Gehry, arguably the most famous architect in the world today is a master orchestrator of subliminal experience. Of creating buildings that come across as […]
Jackson Pollock: Art That Roared
There is a moment in the 2003 Julia Roberts starrer Mona Lisa Smile where Katherine Ann Watson, an art lecturer introduces her students to Jackson Pollock’s art and there is a hush in the room as a larger-than-life canvas fills up the silence with a wordless roar. There is nothing to say really because Pollock’s art […]