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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Today He will look across the wall at the other the shadow that was once a person They don’t talk much Not at all infact And exist only in disjointed halves that don’t fit They know each other but see just the wall and hear footsteps arriving and leaving They hear voices songs, laughter But […]
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 […]
Imagination is for things That are not. Either just not there Or were had and lost. So fantasy or pain of loss. Tolkiens have exclusive rights To the former While mine is a larger group Called the romantics. Membership demands are Very democratic. All you need are problems Of personality and Some masochism: no proof […]
Show me your soul.. how much of it is yours? How much borrowed? Are you more than just pieces of steel, polished to a glint? Cold and invincible? Or do you live hurt melt pulse breathe? Does you life belong to you? Are you together alone whole splintered? Are you no one else but you? […]
I wrapped it in multiple layers of amber satin. I put it inside a wooden box. The one gifted to me by my grandma. Beautiful walnut wood. Her initials on it. Then I took the box and buried it deep. As deep as I could dig. Deep till I felt it could not re-surface. But […]
I see myself as a man standing Between two buckets. A tube runs from each bucket into a vein: Input, output Both buckets contain a grayish, gleaming, translucent Substance One bucket is labeled Past and the other is labeled Future I see myself as a crow on your balcony pecking At rice stained with turmeric […]
We are all born with it A clean slate With no form, shape, or colour We write on it Rewrite Or smudge But it always wipes itself clean And welcomes a new thought Written with coloured chalk Perhaps an untold tale Perhaps the past, present, future, and everything in between And sometimes nothing Back to […]
“The terrace where I sit is screened From the springtime dawn sunshine. What a boon to have leisure – No pressing tasks crowding in upon me yet; No hordes of people pestering me, Trampling over my time. I sit and write: The sweetness of a free morning collects in my pen-nib Like the juice that […]
A thought is knocking at my soul with its strong fists and mighty knuckles A thought so cruel … A thought so sweet… A thought so far…. A thought so near…. A thought that brings A smile and a tear… A thought of having … A thought of letting go of something so precious and […]
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 […]
A puppet with two strings attached to opposite ends Each being manoeuvred by a different puppeteer If one pulls UP, the other Down Painful.. The life of a puppet with two strings attached. Given a choice which string will the puppet cut? Maybe both? Or none? Can’t choose between one.. Such is the life of a puppet […]
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 […]