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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I call myself a writer But do I have a right to? With words broken, thoughts unspoken, buried deep inside of me? And every word beaten back a thousand times.. then picks itself up; wounded, cursed and struggles to earn me a living… Every comma, ellipsis, verb, adjective sentenced to death, like me. My thoughts shackled to someone’s whim.. My pen screaming […]
When God won’t heed a prayer.. what do I say? My mind runs…struggles to escape but my brave heart still wants to stay. What if I fail to go along with You in your play? Blinded by my own helplessness..I can’t see the path. Hold my hand as I can’t walk. Kindle my heart.. light my intellect with your fire… when my strength […]
I don’t know where you are.. where you will go I do know you came from a place of light and laughter because when I looked up and saw your eyes I saw only sunshine and unblemished hope. I remember you as my childhood.. You in a hill side cottage playing chess with your nephew parodying the snatch […]
Grief should be a story well told.. we should be able to say, “Ah well, it was a life well lived and sad that it ended.. But here is the thing… nothing was left undone, unsaid, unexplained, hands were held, love shared, pain halved.. peace embraced, sure, it ended too soon.. the full stop came […]
Like the scarf flowing out from the small window of her carriage, the clouds float swiftly in the sky. Peasants are not meant to love or be loved, Still I fell. Fell into a love as deep as my heart.. But the white scarf waves a goodbye.. And I live in pieces. Like glass that shattered on the floor. Each piece reflecting a different […]
I stared at my hands in the bright sunlight, I stared some more under a flash bulb. I aimed the spotlight at my palms and was finally able to see the tiny lines cutting across each other. They told tales of every thought that ever crossed my mind. Revealing a life I had been walking around […]
Living in cardboard box off 5th Avenue Nine floors high without much of a view Bagpipes on a Saturday afternoon Cyclists fill the streets in June People in Harlem dance to their own beat The sounds of the trains travel through the pipes Thud! A pair of heels hits the floor The neighbour’s home. It’s […]
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 […]
Have you ever tried to open the window and see what lies behind? The little blue window that lies framed in the crimson wall. The loose latch through which a stream of dust pours in, made visible by the straw coloured sunlight. I am tempted to just peep through. Will I see an emerald lake […]
Run into the strawberry field Pale pink and straw With arms wide open Let loose. Free fall The wild grass tickles the spine.. An orgasmic wave passing through the body Breathe. Open your eyes to the vast sky-a mystical ceiling inscribed on which is the secret of life Hidden behind thought bubbles drawn all over […]
Two thirds of the earth’s face Yeah! She needs a lot of space You can step into her world for a beat Sweep her off her feet But you’d be a fool to be deceived The next wave will bring you crashing to you knees She’ll reclaim everything you stole Long before the story grows […]
Mr Shambles is as brilliant as can be Builds castles in the air to which he’s lost the key He sells dreams for a living You can buy them for free Hears voices in his cranium when he’s high on cold coffee Mr Shambles knows too much for his own good 5-year-old and wise old […]