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 was once walking by a promenade. Which was, as happens in every fairytale, flanked by green trees swaying madly and raining leaves on me. It was perfect you know. The breeze, the sounds of the birds, the whooshing of the wind in my ears, the way a dog scampered across the walk, the cycle […]
Life is but a delicate web, spun with fine threads of faith, coloured by our dreams, textured by our fate. Fragile butterfly wings, are such ephemeral things, in their innocent swing, lies the destruction of a hurricane’s spin. A grain of dust, negligible, to say the least, in the hands of time and tide, is […]
It used to irritate her. He would leave the chairs pushed too far back in, making the whole dining table symmetry skewed. He would leave the patio chairs pulled too far out. He would leave wet towels on wooden chairs.And he would also close taps too tightly. Often she would correct these things quietly. Sometimes she would […]
Polka dotted joie-de vivre, Black-and-white… soundless laughter, Curly wrist hair, droopy lids..bulbous eyes, Miss Nimbupani, Miss Fonseca, Mr Bundaldass, Hatch lines, Horizontal, vertical, slanting, busy lines, Church spires, Cloudy beer in a yellow mug, Flowered umbrellas, Bendy palms, Orange moons, Still lakes, Bobbing boats, Sloping roofs, Wide eyed cats, Movement in stillness, Stillness in movement, […]
Continued… Peter Senge said that “Small changes can produce big results but the areas of highest leverage are the least obvious.” That is another reason why it makes eminent sense to learn to slow down. When you are engaged with higher leverage work, you need to work less frenetically. Life is more spacious. And fulfilling. […]
My father-in-law passed away in relative peace on January 23, 2011 after suffering horribly for the past three odd years from Alzheimer’s. His death set him free and I want to believe he is in a better, happier place, because that will help me sleep better. I do not want to think of his soul suffering innumerable atrocities, passing […]
She grew up amid the quiet backwaters of Kerala. Born in a staunch Roman Catholic household, as the last born child, she was showered with love and affection from her siblings and parents. Her childhood though marred with difficulties, was filled with contentment. Though life was a struggle, the desire to win and work hard […]
Life is short and there is so much to do. Life, like a lover, is drawn towards death. But there is so much that I need to do still. I need to restart that painting which I had left half done and I hope to write a couple of poems after having returned from the […]
“See, Rani, your uncle has become a face on the wall,” my aunt said with a wan smile as I walked into my uncle’s house and hugged her. This was the first time I was going back to my uncle’s house after he died last year. I’d been dreading this knowing it would be difficult […]
Dear Capt Rowe, I was shocked when I heard you were no more. On the threshold of Diwali, you have gone away quietly, leaving tears in my eyes, without letting a soul know what you were feeling. Probably, you knew it was time …do we all know when ‘the’ time comes? I often wonder. Honestly, […]
I am a procrastinator by nature and at all given times I live with the stress of having to do too many things which I have pushed aside with the gentle stroke of one excuse or another. While I do take credit for all the good things that happen to me, I also blame my own self […]
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 […]