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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Boo is resting after her morning walk; her head is on her favourite panda and she seems to be half-asleep, as though she is reluctant to slip into slumber because she wants to include herself in my parents’ conversation. My parents are having their breakfast, listening to some devotional songs, and discussing the beautiful, mundane things in […]
Has it ever happened to you that you are having a conversation with someone and even though both of you were speaking the same language you couldn’t really understand a word of what they were saying? Walls of cultural references, upbringing, experiences and age separate you. You could tell them what it was like to […]
LOVE AFTER LOVE The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was yourself. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart […]
‘Travel’ is a beautiful word. It breathes deep, sets you free and replaces familiar routes, responses and landmarks with the unexpected, the surprising. As you leave behind a city you live and work in, an invisible string gets loosened and releases you. The sky opens up. The sunlight becomes more concentrated and pure. Green fields […]
Journeys are beautiful. Calming, subtle, silently running along like a film on your window frame. Different scenes painting the road side, living for a short while and before you realize..gone. You sit back, listen to your favourite songs and watch out for what life portrays next. A guitar strum, a hidden harmony, and the vivid […]
Madness…poise heedlessness..choice silence…noise wonderment..belief suffering..relief abandon in patterns fireflies in empty lanterns movement.. stillness stillness..movement Me..You You.. me The quest for more. For less. Flows. And Ebbs.
This journey past old habits of entrenched inertia took me beyond mountains, lakes, fields and farms where green, pink, purple, yellow, orange homes stood in wilderness like unopened gifts. Past bridges land fills villages, towns and nothingness towards the unknown with strangers to teach that.. no place is unknown and no one a […]
Eating the wind, I race through the night. My eyes, like a landmine… Deathbed for an unsuspecting insect, who just lost its way. I jostle with the cobbled roads, crater like pits, trying to suck me in… Their void, no less than mine. The road is now an abyss, and yet, you are all I […]
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 […]
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 […]
I first saw him in jeans and a white shirt, an orange knapsack over one shoulder. He never forgave me for asking if he was a good pilot, that first encounter. He claimed he stood on his toes to get picked for the Republic Day parade, so we could get to know each other in […]
It was an unjust and humid afternoon-like most of the afternoons here. The sun was beating down hard upon the city and upon the taxi in which I sat sweating profusely, peeping out of the half rolled glass window. A high rise went in a swift curve past my upright gaze. An old man stood […]