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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Living life in the mass lane, Churchgate local fast train. Travel the western line, commute takes time Music for the journey, Rap MC’s, verses sublime Local moves from station to station, as folks get on and off, to their final destination. *** Train speeds by track side ghetto projects And retail establishments, house material objects […]
The week begins and a poem beckons the overcast clouds deliver the words at the door and now they tumble all over asking to be strung together chiding them does not help call them names, tell them they are worthless, no one publishes poetry any more and if they do, they don’t pay you for […]
Your heart must have skipped a beat when you first heard my heartbeat, Your brow must have frowned. How couldn’t it? You had nothing You must have spent many sleepless nights But look Maa, today here I am. Maa… You held on to me in your womb, with all your might, When life was scarce, […]
No new words from you… No skies to paint blue, Your pictures will fade, Your memories slowly pale. No wonky smiles to throw At me across the road, No hints about your muse, No teasing to amuse. Your voice on the phone And how it always shone, No promises now to keep, No tears left […]
It is not easy, to love yourself, when you seem unimportant and seem to not contribute to a life It is not easy, to believe in yourself, if you are not doing anything apparently meaningful It is not easy, to see that, what you’ve built your entire life on, is a shaky foundation ready to crumble anytime It […]
Trust. Is it a belief, a hope, an expectation? No. Belief is an exaggerated expectation. A conviction, an idea. Hope is a mere peg to hold on. A desire waiting to be fulfilled. Trust is neither expecting nor holding on. Trust is letting things be. Never reflecting.. never suspecting Never complaining of the betrayal It […]
They clucked around him in eager anticipation as he chopped a special treat for them… last evening, he chopped one of them as a special treat for himself on the same wooden block. Those hens, reminded me of someone. oh yes, human beings. we get bruised, beaten and betrayed but we still clamour for carrots. No […]
Standing there, ankle deep in water with cool breeze caressing my cheeks I felt myself shiver It has been days, probably weeks It is time, I realised with a sigh to be something more than a beautiful dreamer Yes, it is time to try to rewrite the fate of a lone sailor Questions exploded in […]
Whatever it is that creates.. makes those grand gestures of flamboyant sunsets and a never before..never again sunrise *** star pepper moon ballet perfectly arched astutely timed rainbows *** and small gestures that we almost miss raindrops on lotus leaves like well picked pearls on an open palm reflecting light colour all of life everything […]
Loneliness spurts forth, Spilling over the brim Discontent bubbling underneath the surface. Hazy lines merging – cracked lines creeping closer. Quiet, its that calm now, Before the beginning of the battle – shamefacedly lost. Loneliness spurts forth In a room dancing with people… Heads flitting by, Limbs flailing past, Conversation thick – loneliness spurts forth. […]
The roots they say must be pulled out for dreams to stop blooming and die but what if the root is a dream? How do you stop a dream from dreaming itself? But yes, dreams are like conversations if you don’t engage.. they die that is.. if you want them to.
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… […]