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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Time flows. “Situations change. People change.” Forever is a myth. Everybody moves on. Memories don’t. Memories know not of this art. They persist..linger.. To strangle the heart and poison the soul, Bringing freezing flashbacks of feelings I would never know again. A funny thing, memory. Sometimes it fades. Like a shadow that gets engulfed by […]
It is not dice, its my life. Just can’t play autumn and scatter my little self. Who will gather me back in my bag of life? Time rushes, gushes and changes. Balm the wounds, bandage the pain. While the world thunders on, catch the silence of soul, steal a few hours from the clock and […]
Eyes full of longing Search for him in the crowd Is that him? Is that he who comes in? Is there a doubt? Of course it is him … Tall and dapper Suave and elegant… There he comes, striding towards me… Here he is… the love of my life Together we shall be …Till death do us […]
Everyday, I die a little – for I haven’t told you everything Everyday, I cry a little – for the beauty of you breaks me Everyday, I battle with demons that haunt my unsleeping spaces And pray to unseen gods who pull the strings that make us dance Or lose the chance to say or […]
In her dreams, Innayat always woke up to the enchanting and re-assuring sound of the morning azaan, and opened the windows, which her nani would slyly shut after she had slept. The morning breeze would bring with it, freshness and a whiff of roses, the pine trees, the first batch of Kashmiri rotis being baked […]
Her body aches and the fingers are brittle with the abuse of the laptop keys that she keeps punching to release something.. And then reaches out to ease the pain of that blackened.. swollen eye.
The pillow is moist where a stream has travelled through the terrains of her face. The memory of a dream slips away in the rugged remains of time. This night is over yet another day seems millions of years away. Deepti Trivedi has a Post Graduate Diploma in Film and Video Communication (2001-05) from National Institute […]
“The divorce is final. Congrats.” She flinched inwardly, “Congrats… for what? For being separated forever from someone I was to share a forever with?” Tears welled up once again despite the wish to remain strong and unperturbed. She looked at him standing a few feet apart with his lawyer. He looked back at her. The same emptiness in his eyes. The […]
Time heals all wounds, it also wounds all heals. Patience fills the thin gap between cure and disease. Like a barbed wire, Time entangles the feet… Digging into the flesh. Biting the heels. It won’t let you run. Can we escape to redemption? Maybe. Time heals all wounds only if you break free from the shackles and run. Run […]
The first hit came unexpectedly, as though a shock of lightning had coursed through me. The second tore skin, letting rain from above pierce my bloodstream and flood my body. The third was faster and sickeningly loud when flesh and bone and brick and rain clanged through the night. The grass is green and the […]