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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Sometimes I think about the life I’m living I seem to take more than I’m giving More vengeful than forgiving More reluctant than willing Cynical without believing Need to start emptying the bad So the goodness can start filling The opposite of death is not life but birth, And we make that journey to figure […]
I want to listen… To the sound of fireworks To the sound of nervous breaths To the sound of hearts beating To the sound of lips kissing. To happy smiles To the tears that over-whelm To joyous thoughts To naïve excitement. To the chirping birds To the flowing river To the whooshing wind To the silent […]
Who do I trust, which heart should I pry? Who should I call, when my lips tremble dry? Who should I trust with the saddest day of my life? Who would be by my side, when life is the edge of a knife? Who should hold me with strength ? Who should walk along […]
She gazed at the Morez clock ominously crawling towards six, dangling precariously on the cracked wall behind her. Her nose wrinkled unceremoniously as the smell of antiquated books rose from the dust, settling on the moist sheet of glass, mixing with the smell of sodden earth to form a film of nostalgia she couldn’t escape. Her […]
Treading through the momentary life was I; Igniting the self by the souls passing by. Little did I knew that a moment would arrive when the worst of my fears would come alive. The conviction of my conscience exhausted..gone; And the only sense that prevailed was that of being lost. What does one do with […]
For years, like a homing pigeon I’d return to a small salon In the backlanes of my home The door opened with tinkling bells Where beyond a pink curtain, red dragons flew across the wall I surrendered myself to the gaggle of girls With smiling eyes and poker-straight hair Who spoke a […]
Today, I fell in love with a Pashto song. I imagined the writer, a handsome man, his features Afghan like I see on TV; to me they all look like poets. Thinking up beautiful lines. in the mountains, in the pleasant bitter coldness, of Waziristan. Now terroristan if we’re to believe the Americans. […]
Which side of the road do you walk? There is a parallel line. You look at the road And it gives you a stare right back. The road to home has always looked the same. It offered me a chance to go out and see another roads in the country. Where do you go but […]
Kite of my beloved lord flies… without wings, loosely hung on a thread … propelled by just an intention… unaware of it’s limitations… rises and touches the sky… dances in the air… as if there’s no tomorrow… So much and more …. in faith… it surrenders and rejoices, swings and enjoys it’s journey so […]
A day that passed like every other day; But something seemed to be missing.. The voice unheard ever so far; Came to my hearing… *** I listened, I nodded, I spoke to the voice; I still knew not what it was saying… I moved around frayed and failed; Not knowing why I was gloomy… […]
The story writes itself. The verse recites itself. But the words linger on, long after the book is laid to rest on the shelf.
Dead hearts, still, a-pounding; A silence so resounding, Melodies of discord abound, Where skies, high, below the ground From shoal, depths, begin descent, In summers of our discontent, They dodge, deaf, deflections, A mirror of reflections A simple, sound, complexity, A nimbly- knit perplexity, A sin, sacred, sacrosanct Ingratitude so duly thanked, This light, […]