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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Prettiness and peaches. Suffolk homes. Salmon returning to breed. Scallops and kabibe shells. Baby feet. Frosted lipstick. Rashes and raspberries. Onions and radishes, Cadillacs and corals Jordan’s sand art bottles and Bahamas’ beaches Sheer silk, satin pyjamas and flowerbeds of phlox Marshmallows and candy treats The rudeness of being jobless and beat Flamingos and Floyd […]
Only disasters so far, I don’t know what comes after. I never saw much light at the end of the mistrust. But there is hope Because I do not give up and won’t be defeated forever. The needle prick of pain is just skin deep It may hurt Or just may bring me back to […]
I quietly play the soulful music and talk to the silent chords, my heart plays. But there is a music in distress too, that just doesn’t die. Even when there is peace, I can see so many pieces within. Whether you come or not, my soulful symphony will go on. I can’t stop the dance, […]
It is summer and holidays are here! What do I do? Should I read a book? Or help mummy to cook? Or should I chase the butterflies That circle round the flowering nook? I think and think and think Till mummy calls out, “Radha, come here quick! “Pack your bags. It is time to visit […]
Today He will look across the wall at the other the shadow that was once a person They don’t talk much Not at all infact And exist only in disjointed halves that don’t fit They know each other but see just the wall and hear footsteps arriving and leaving They hear voices songs, laughter But […]
Time takes away the beauty of all Gross living and subtle It takes away The charm of youth The riches of the rich The will of the strong and The ‘I’ of the ego Nothing remains; all perishes Time is the killer Time the killed In ephemeral.. lies the truth Eternal beauty underneath Time is […]
The fierceness of the wind The iciness of the air The melancholia of the clouds The heavens weeping in spiritlessness The wails rebounding off lifeless trees The wait cleaving your heart apart They beckon waiting for the stringless lyre. Your naivete was your deed Your solitude was your birth Your anguish lingered on for me […]
It happens. Let it. Or don’t. It matters. Maybe not. Run. Rest. Hide. Find. Stay. Go. Stop. Start. Hold on. Let Go. Life is now. Or maybe never.
I am not here I don’t exist I was though I lived One moment And Poof Dust to dust Tracks and Stain Wipe me clean Call the Rain Dreams and Sorrow Smiles to give Share it with another I am not here I was though. Uma Iyer is a writer, a mother and a freelance […]
My pancakes look like scrambled eggs And taste like butter jelly In the mirror, I look no better My face a hamburger and hair like vermicelli. Mama always said there would be days When things don’t go your usual way No panic, no fret, no tears would wash away The mess you made in the […]
Imagination is for things That are not. Either just not there Or were had and lost. So fantasy or pain of loss. Tolkiens have exclusive rights To the former While mine is a larger group Called the romantics. Membership demands are Very democratic. All you need are problems Of personality and Some masochism: no proof […]
Time flows. “Situations change. People change.” Forever is a myth. Everybody moves on. Memories don’t. Memories know not of this art. They persist..linger.. To strangle the heart and poison the soul, Bringing freezing flashbacks of feelings I would never know again. A funny thing, memory. Sometimes it fades. Like a shadow that gets engulfed by […]