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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In your silence I died a million deaths. So many questions and fears came rushing to my mind! Did I do too little.. or too much, Did I say too little… or too much, Did I share too little… or too much, Is it because I didn’t hold your hand, even though I wanted to… […]
I have been watching the skin on the back of my mother’s hands very closely. In consonance with the changing texture and folds of skin, there has grown in my head a sketch of what it means to watch one’s parent get on in years. There was a time when the hand was smooth and unblemished. […]
Dear engaging vines Of love, How softly you’ve drawn Me in. Your tangled web of spaces, The only silence Amongst the chaotic sounds. Dear engaging vines Of love, How sweetly you have me Entrapped- Lost beneath the feel of Your breath against The still of dawn. Lost among the thoughtless, Bringing me back to Spaces […]
He keeps himself busy. So he doesn’t have the time to keep checking the calendar. He has refused himself the pleasure of counting the hours since she left but he cannot seem to ignore days. He knows it’s a Monday on a work heavy day, a Friday when work closes sooner than usual and so […]
I am just back from the movie Ishaqzaade. On the face of it, a usual and regular outing for us empty nesters. But this particular viewing turned out to be a very different experience. For one, we chose to go to Delite Diamond on Aruna Asif Ali Road to watch this flick. It is a very different world […]
There are three women that I have met in this little lifetime, who have made me gasp and stare at them in awe. Mom, who I call Maa. Grandmom, who I call Dida. And Mum-in-law, who I call Amma. All women worth their weight in gold. **** Why? Well, because among their countless other gifts, […]
We have been talking to each other for a few years now. All we do is talk, talk and talk. It amuses and baffles me. These lines of a very popular song come to me, It’s only words and words are all I have to take your heart away. So apt for us! I wonder! […]
It was a rainy day. I was waiting for my first lecture to begin in the classes I had joined for my entrance exam. In the nervousness of the first day, I realized I had reached too early and was the first one to arrive. The second person to arrive changed my life forever. He […]
She always wondered how she would find him in the next lifetime. Because, obviously, she would not want to be with anybody else. He wondered why she was always in a hurry. He would set out to meet her and always find her halfway through, complaining that he never came first. She wondered why he never […]
I am the child of the seventies. Childhood entertainment consisted of movies and Sunday trips to children’s park. Our eating out was made up of the occasional softie in Civil Lines after the matinee or a rolled newspaper cone of murmura and matar at the park, where our favourite plaything was the concrete elephant you […]
Images fly by. Trees and dogs, cows in alleyways, people. We catch familiar expressions…disgust at highly priced onions , the sly smile of a pickpocket, the anger in a girl’s eyes at the man who just leered at her, anxiety in the man’s as he waits for the daughter to cross the road and reach […]
The winds carry you. To places far and not known yet. Where you will breathe the air I have not yet touched. Or have I? Where you will see sights I have not yet seen. Sounds I have not heard yet, and smells I have not breathed in. You will be away and you will […]