What are we beyond our memories? It was just after having a petty argument with the florist, an ignorant teen as she was that Ove first exposes the dimensions of his existence. Grieved by the death of the only love of his life, Sonja, we see him dissipating his space by magnifying his trivialities. A […]
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At […]
The cinema of the 70s is often termed as an era that marveled the art of pop culture reorientation. A decade that immersed itself in the chaos of coming of age screenplay and ever inspired music ensemble, the flights of imagination was anything but predictable. It was during this period that Hindi cinema saw the […]
Indian cinema had birthed a fair share of visionaries even before the beginning of what later came to be termed as the Golden era. Under the reigns of the British Raj, certain Indian artists thrived upon the offerings that colonial engagements with art had to offer and used the political situation of the period to […]
I run 7.1 miles, usually late at night, five times a week. There was a snowstorm today, and running after a snowstorm is always a hassle. Nevertheless, snow makes for good light to take photos, so I grab my camera and go. But It’s hard to imagine a more insignificant little town than Kenilworth, New […]
There aren’t many works of cinematic art that become cinematic in their own right. The legacy of these works transcends what is projected on the screen and venture into the arenas of popularity that was quite unintended by the creator itself. Pakeezah, a Hindi Cinema classic that took almost 15 years to complete, is one […]
What if I seek light in This night. Flicker lights falling upon my Cheek, glistening a part of it, a part Still left hidden. What if I seek journey here Sitting at a deserted bus stand, who Uses them anyway? Maybe, Some adventures are good untravelled What if I seek dance in The still trees […]
I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
The American Dream is something I walk by in the dark. I never go inside.
Since my bike doesn’t have a horn and I can’t honk, I guess I’ll have to vote for Jill Stein.