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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A fear lurks At the back of my mind What if…. What if…. our prayers crash against the stone-dead walls. and come back unheard? What then…. Another Nirbhaya? Another outcry? To wake up the corpse of This system? Let’s hope not…. Let’s hope…… They have felt our pain They have felt her pain in their heart.. […]
And it starts again. Smriti Irani waving soap operatic fingers. Sanjay Raut blaming it all on Bangladeshi immigrants.Ministers reducing rape to rhetoric, screaming at each other in Rajya Sabha. People on the streets waving banners. Mumbai being labelled as a city of Maximum Horror just as Delhi was named the Rape Capital after the Nirbhaya […]
I have tried not to write, after the hopeless events in December 2012, when along with an enraged India, I last reacted to the brutal rape of an innocent girl in New Delhi, in broad urban limelight. The hopelessness that grips me is unbearable as I watch some leaders of the nation promise action and swear punishment to the […]
Dear Stranger, I have never met you. I don’t know your name. I have not even seen any pictures of yours. All I know is that you became a part of my consciousness on a cold December day in a foreign land. When I read about the violence perpetuated on you, my stomach turned […]
The rape and murder of the young 23- year- old in New Delhi on December 16, 2012, has unleashed the suppressed angst of millions of men and women in India and has led to endless debates and discussions across all media, which are not going to finish too soon, but will die down nonetheless, over time.Meanwhile, rapes, […]
Dear Mr Godman ji First things first. You are neither a God. Nor a man. And if you are..the latter..I mean then do you have a daughter, a sister, a woman in your life who you care for, worry for? Do you remember your mother’s face from the time when you were a young boy? […]
Only Bihari migrants rape. Women would not get raped if they wore overcoats, stayed in Bharat instead of aspiring to India, did not wear skirts to school, did not err like Seeta to cross the Lakshmanrekha , if they focussed only on housework, if they did not mix freely with boys, if they were not […]
A raindrop falls, hits the ground, disintegrates and is no more. The last light of the day leaves Imagine a home in the country Imagine a garden, rose beds Think of the sun in the flowers, Imagine your children playing, Carefree and happy. Are the seams in your shirt straight? Imagine a girl who wanted […]
How can words sum up who you were? What you stood up for? What you fought for? What you died for? You fought. Till the end. for that breath, that cannot be wounded, because it comes from an inviolable I AM. And even though you are gone. You are here. In all of […]