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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In your silence I died a million deaths. So many questions and fears came rushing to my mind! Did I do too little.. or too much, Did I say too little… or too much, Did I share too little… or too much, Is it because I didn’t hold your hand, even though I wanted to… […]
I am free from the fetters and I fly…I die. I dump the body in the garbage of your beauty tricks, your anti-ageing serums, your yoga mats and rejuvenation therapies. I rise above my gaze, my unglued and free gaze. Jealous? See me fly, my hair tossing above clouds, my milk whitening the world, my […]
I have been watching the skin on the back of my mother’s hands very closely. In consonance with the changing texture and folds of skin, there has grown in my head a sketch of what it means to watch one’s parent get on in years. There was a time when the hand was smooth and unblemished. […]
If this sounds like a personal account then it’s the shortcoming of my narration. If it doesn’t then, a lot of your fond memories with your siblings will resurface and perhaps your love for them, will be rekindled. I don’t know if it has ever occurred to you that, of all the relationships you share, […]
Chef Ali Mkram has the kind of face that reminds you of orange orchards and happy family picnics. A face of contented joy and peace. That he is from Syria, working in Bangalore as a chef for possibly Bangalore’s only authentic Lebanese restaurant is one of the many paradoxes you will see at The Ranoosh. […]
In my book, privacy is a longing of youth. There is vulnerability when you are young that demands some kind of a protective filter around. Privacy might also be critical to the professions of stealing, spying, politics or the building of a financial empire. Celebrities certainly need to guard their personal spaces with ferocity, considering […]
Old songs make me nostalgic. They make everybody nostalgic, do they not? With me, it is different. Time stops. No, there are no memories or flashes from the past. There is just Now, still, quiet, afraid to move because it knows that it has frozen, very precariously and anything frozen is very brittle.Who wants to break […]
He keeps himself busy. So he doesn’t have the time to keep checking the calendar. He has refused himself the pleasure of counting the hours since she left but he cannot seem to ignore days. He knows it’s a Monday on a work heavy day, a Friday when work closes sooner than usual and so […]
She wears altered waist coats of her politician father, swaps jhumkas for a gun, dances raunchily in front of her grandmother, is Tendulkar to her brothers, swears and rains abuses with passion on foes, drives an open jeep, is not afraid of anything or anyone between the heaven up there and the hell that Almore […]
Something about the Aarushi Talwar case tugs at my heart. I feel transfixed every time the TV splashes Aarushi’s childhood pictures and videos. The normalness of the images is chilling in that they bear no hint, not a shimmer of the terrible fate that awaits this family round the corner. The clips reveal a regular, attractive […]
Mothers are born flawed. If they don’t see imperfections in themselves, which is unlikely, someone else will. But these questions and doubts a mother faces today are unique to the times. Our grandmothers were different. They were undivided souls. They did not, most of the time, think of themselves as creatures of personal ambition. My […]
We have been talking to each other for a few years now. All we do is talk, talk and talk. It amuses and baffles me. These lines of a very popular song come to me, It’s only words and words are all I have to take your heart away. So apt for us! I wonder! […]