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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I liked the feelings you evoked In a heart kept cold Lest it warmed up enough To be sliced in two. But the warmth was worth it The thawing was bliss The magic of love flowed To a place where it was sorely missed And the feelings you let me Gather up in my treasure […]
The clamour of footsteps and raindrops. Buzzing television sets and distant prayer calls. Brain teeming over with emotion; A break – a pause – mind on holiday. Numbness. Car engines sound like guitar strings scratching against chipped nails. But softer – calmer – now they purr like kittens… Red, green, blue – quietly […]
I saw a dried leaf rolling over a lush green patch of grass, cracked along its bent spinal cord, edges falling into pieces across the length of the grass. It disappeared somewhere , probably on its path along with the wind, that too might have travelled across vast patches of land, sea and mountains. At […]