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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This rapture called life I am a sucker for it Moment after moment I succumb to her Pulse after pulse she engulfs me This obsession called life I am her victim With carnal craving I hold her Swiftly and stealthily she dodges me This drug called life I am her addict Consciously.. unconsciously I […]
Treading through the momentary life was I; Igniting the self by the souls passing by. Little did I knew that a moment would arrive when the worst of my fears would come alive. The conviction of my conscience exhausted..gone; And the only sense that prevailed was that of being lost. What does one do with […]
Pic By the author Our lives are not in a constant even flow. There are troughs and crests interspersed with the routine business of living. While the crests are easy to ride- being as they are about intense happiness, success, joy et all, it’s the troughs which get us down and out. Unhappiness, grief, or […]
This post is dedicated to my mother; who like any other teenager was smitten by Rajesh Khanna in the 70s so much so that she wore sarees especially like one of his heroines; Sharmila Tagore (though she totally denies it!). Since his demise, she has been watching news and programs only about him; infact she […]
Humans love symmetry. From quantum physics, to the reasons we find people attractive, everything is linked to symmetry. Even our own bodies are bilaterally symmetrical. Our brains are roughly symmetrical. Funnily enough, our hearts are not. (Note, all you medical students calling me a crazy person who knows nothing about anything, I’m talking about a […]
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 […]
Before talking about living fearlessly, I have to talk about my fears. Some of my fears were really tiny. Like mustard seeds. A long long time ago, so long ago that I don’t remember how old I was, I was in the kitchen helping my mom cook. She asked me to pour oil in a […]
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 […]
My metro rides are often accompanied by books or music. Reading about a woman’s struggle against an oppressive society within the comforts of an air-conditioned Ladies’ coach in the train or listening to Manna Dey’s ‘Zindagi Kaisi hai Paheli Hai’ while the surrounding crowd grooves to the beats of ‘Yeh Saali Zindagi, ’ I often find […]
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 […]
I am free from the fetters and I fly…I die. I dump the body in the garbage of your beauty tricks, your anti-ageing serums, your yoga mats and rejuvenation therapies. I rise above my gaze, my unglued and free gaze. Jealous? See me fly, my hair tossing above clouds, my milk whitening the world, my […]
The roots of a gulmohar.. with hungry, splayed fingers clutch the earth to draw all its passion eager lust crimson joy life blood life surge to pour it all back into a million, flaming hearts beating back to the world unconquerable love that covers the earth with warm, red kisses and fades..leaving behind a promise […]