Screen Test

Fandry- A View from the Bottom

“To engage people through emotions, to make them cry is also entertainment”…director Nagraj Manjule was caught confessing in an interview with a film website. A film plot whose plot revolves around the literal and metaphorical
Screen Test

Her- The Cinematic Truth

  A fine film, I have always believed, is the one that privileges its form and frames its story such. Spike Jonze (director) understands this…he is in love with his craft and accords it the
Looking at Life

A Sense of the Time

So in the age of self-appointed life coaches and spiritual cult heads…we are gullible to a lot of gyaan about living life. I being no different, but with the added ego of a bloghead, filter
Screen Test

Hasee Toh Phasee- Dharma Disaster

The film is about luring the girl. The filmmaker is about luring the audience. Khareedi toh Phasee (If you buy, you are trapped)….the ticket of course! Put shortly and succinctly, the film is a canvas
The Verse Menagerie

Powai Dreaming!

The sliced white of a fruit, like a metaphor to the urban dreams, lie unsurrendered  under the gaze of greed.    The graveled park of a path, like a child that ran  its field of
The Verse Menagerie

Ode to Goa

In the dissolving melt of sands, a drop of soul evolves to fall, then evades pouring into grains of sands. In the sketching kiss of skies, a whisper gathers to speak, then refuses deceiving into
The Verse Menagerie

Cafes with Brown Wood, Red Light

Under its mellow touch  I sat.  Unheard, unspoken.  Carved against the wood,  insensing the broken back its travails, its turmoil  I touched its tale  with my alien trajectory.  Its rounded brownness framed my bashfulness.   
The Verse Menagerie

The Dark Traces

It is the dark border of my body, the hair, the traces. Locking and keying the lair of love, of memories. Its wetness soaking and drying the verse in my muffled throat. The first glance
The Verse Menagerie

Tremor

The strangeness in the eyes of the once known, the sweetness in the bite of conversation once already gone. Let me serenade to this dance of serendipity, this tandav of the bejewelled memories once bequeathed.
The Verse Menagerie

Colaba Walking

The footsteps  on this ancient road  were new… to the Regal rates,  to the Leopold hues,  to the Jehangir muse  to this bazaar air and of course,  to each other.  In each other they mingled,