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-walking, a-humming, The road stretches on, Your twenty-dollar bill, Crumbling in your fingers, Whistling a concerto, You heard long ago, Playing in a dream, Or playing in your head, How does it matter When you won’t ever be dead? Down to your last penny, And you throw it away On a man who says He […]
Will you steal across my skies and sing like you did last time? Will you rumble, roar, pour and thunder, just like you did last time? Will you turn dark and angry, grey and blue, and will the sun look crimson wrapped in your fury? Will the tree sway and tell me then, you are […]
The beat of drums, leads the thumping of my heart, The clouds bursting against one another; awaken the heart with a start, The flute pumps waves of melody seamlessly into the air, Peacocks dance in the rhythmic rains, as love pours down, along with streams of care, The strings of violins, invoke memories of love and […]
This is what she had wanted. With a maddening urgency and desperation, like thirst for water after a long spell of draught. So what if the rains came four months ago, and had drenched her. With moisture soaking into clothes, bones, walls, books, roofs. So what…she still wanted it to rain and rain and drench […]
Have you ever noticed? The way the helmet jiggles when the wearer moves his head to music? The way trees smile and sway after a brief shower? The way generosity meter goes up when the weather is beautiful? The way bikers try to wipe their eyes through goggles? The way the bhutta smells better during monsoon? […]
You should have left me in the rain when the clouds broke, Avoided my pleading eyes and tragic lies. You should have said goodbye, before you exploded. Didn’t you see how lost I was, did you just see the love? And not how much I could hurt you? The potential for pain? You should have […]
“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 […]
Ever since I saw Raj Kapoor and Nargis in the song, Pyar Hua Ikraar Hua, my idea of monsoon romance was sealed; a single umbrella with me hanging onto a love that could have very well been my Siamese soul. But that was a long time ago. As time passed by, along with shedding all […]
Was sitting at my window this morning, puffing away broodingly. My nose numb even to the smell of cigarettes suddenly reacts to the whiff of some delicious chapattis. Nothing can beat the smell of something hot and comforting on a wet rainy day. Childhood memories danced in front of my eyes. The lilac colored window of a […]