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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There are fewer and fewer stars visible with each passing decade, year, day. Time flies. Cities flounder. We progress. Stock markets crash. People worry. Politicians win. Leaders lose. Icons sell products. We buy. The earth is dying we are warned. We forget. And smile as the stock market soars. We earn money. We lose […]
This Goan or a Kerala backwaters’ setting was the least I expected from this frenzied, hustling city. The sun had softened in the sky. I walked under its gaze, and sat on a bench in a small, partly open church. An old man was seated at the end of the row of benches. I didn’t notice […]
It was an unjust and humid afternoon-like most of the afternoons here. The sun was beating down hard upon the city and upon the taxi in which I sat sweating profusely, peeping out of the half rolled glass window. A high rise went in a swift curve past my upright gaze. An old man stood […]