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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Time heals all wounds, it also wounds all heals. Patience fills the thin gap between cure and disease. Like a barbed wire, Time entangles the feet… Digging into the flesh. Biting the heels. It won’t let you run. Can we escape to redemption? Maybe. Time heals all wounds only if you break free from the shackles and run. Run […]
One balmy afternoon, I built a house with cloth and bamboo shoots. walls splashed with yellow and brown roses. Egyptian cotton, I still remember! Soft and warm I curled in them. Empty utensils bubbling with joy, on a fire stoked by my dreams. A cabbage patch wrapped around me, My doors open for all to […]
Have you ever tried to open the window and see what lies behind? The little blue window that lies framed in the crimson wall. The loose latch through which a stream of dust pours in, made visible by the straw coloured sunlight. I am tempted to just peep through. Will I see an emerald lake […]
I have bathed in my tears several times Hoping to relieve my soul and wash away the pain…. I have broken and shattered my heart to once and for all find a way to repair its core… I have a ‘to-do’ for every wakeful moment so that I won’t wonder through the maze of my thoughts… I […]
Run into the strawberry field Pale pink and straw With arms wide open Let loose. Free fall The wild grass tickles the spine.. An orgasmic wave passing through the body Breathe. Open your eyes to the vast sky-a mystical ceiling inscribed on which is the secret of life Hidden behind thought bubbles drawn all over […]
Veggies remain fresh when vacuum packed and sealed I blink riveted like an idiot at the lady on TV Suck out the air and they’ll live longer than they would if they could breath Can’t wait till they make containers big enough to hold a human being Seal in the youth Draw out the air […]
Two thirds of the earth’s face Yeah! She needs a lot of space You can step into her world for a beat Sweep her off her feet But you’d be a fool to be deceived The next wave will bring you crashing to you knees She’ll reclaim everything you stole Long before the story grows […]
Mr Shambles is as brilliant as can be Builds castles in the air to which he’s lost the key He sells dreams for a living You can buy them for free Hears voices in his cranium when he’s high on cold coffee Mr Shambles knows too much for his own good 5-year-old and wise old […]
How does one write about… Beauty and its many lovers, like an infatuation. Like a shrine, its devotees. Like an ancestral home that belongs to many, yet none. How does one write about… Snow, melting our senses as we gaze at her humility, her presence as ephemeral as laughter. Her impeccably white robe spreading like […]
Never meet Gulzar during lunch time, especially when it hasn’t been served yet. When he is hungry, he gets into a foul mood, refuses to answer in more than monosyllables and makes mocking comments like “I am busy arranging marriages” when asked what keeps him occupied these days. What we have said to upset him […]
I am lost in my own being Knotted, twisted, reeled in, I see a being unrecognisable staring at me from space. A wanderer, longing to reunite with what was once her soul. Love demands from you everything you can’t give. It pokes fun at you, flogs you, and then bleeds you to death. I have […]
We do not fear dying; we fear being forgotten. That’s why we have death anniversaries, barsis and shraadhs . That’s why we have graveyards longing for someone to stop by. That’s why we have urns on ledges and frames gracing our walls. But I don’t want to be those bones lying in wait. I want you to show me how […]