The wonder years of Basu Chatterjee

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…

A story of matriarchal manipulation

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…

The Last Dance: A story of grit

“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…

The pandemic of apathy

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…

The pyramid of abuse

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…

The netherworld we live in

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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Author: Sitara S

My Own Prison…

January 20, 2017Written by Sitara S

Fear is a friend. She’s been by my side for as long as I can remember. While most friends tend to drift away or come back into my life sooner or later, she’s never wavered. No matter how safe a country, city, street or home is, she’s taught me to regard all men with suspicion, […]

Freefalling, Issues

On Hope…

January 20, 2017Written by Sitara S

All I see is red. Urgent and arresting red. The blinking lights on the road red. Her hair in the wind red. Molten rage and dry wine red. Wrinkled sheets and horror-filled dreams red. Bonfire embers and crossed out ledgers Demanding a pound of flesh. A rose in a book to remember, A shirt […]

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