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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When I was young, I was a little bit of an ugly duckling, not that I had no friends, but I was always conscious about my appearance, and to get out of this self obsessing habit, I used to read, I read almost everything I could get my hands on. Reading opened my world, I travelled around places , across time and […]
On her birthday today, I remember ‘Alone’, a poem by Maya Angelou. A poem that recounts a moment in all our lives when we lie awake at night with a soul niggle that asks, “How to find my soul a home..where water is not thirsty and bread loaf is not stone?” And then comes the […]
Silence the conch shells stop the dhakis at their drums the winter air this festive season nips sharp for the writer’s gone. His pen that spilled over into thousands of words and more will write no more. The writer whose words could make my father’s voice mellow and ruminative when he read him out […]
I remember I wrote my first poem at the age of seven. It was ‘ Ek je chilo bador, Se kheto sudhu gajor (Once there was a monkey, who ate only carrots)’. My parents had a hearty laugh about it. My father, then told me that Gurudev’s first poem was ‘Jol Pore, Pata Nore’ (It […]