Every once in a while, you come across a story that takes hold of your gut and threatens to pull it right out. It kicks you awake and makes you think. Not, of this is happening that sucks- kind of think, but, I am questioning my own existence kind of think. I came across one such story today, while randomly checking out the website of the news magazine, Tehelka. And it is a depressing story. Continue reading
By: Mrinalini Shinde, NLSIU.
This post is in response to the growing popularity of the television show ‘Satyamev Jayate’ that airs every Sunday morning, hosted by actor Aamir Khan. Every episode of the show highlights a major socio-systemic problem in India, incorporating interviews of people who have suffered from the same, experts’ opinion regarding the issue, and mini-documentaries that are token representations of public opinion. The show always ends with a plea for donations to a selected charity that deals with the issue discussed followed by a song relating to the theme. The show has been receiving a lot of mixed responses, but its general impact cannot be denied.
I have followed the show from its pilot episode, and I sit down to write this after just having watched the eighth episode on toxic food. Earlier episodes have dealt with the issues of female foeticide, child sexual abuse, dowry, medical malpractice, honour killings, persons with disabilities, and domestic violence.
Gangs of Wasseypur (Part I) (hereafter called GoW, cause..) is a supremely fun filled testosterone charged epic that clocks in at 2 hours 40 mins and enthralls you for every second. The movie is not without its flaws but you choose to overlook them in retrospect, simply because the better parts of the movie greatly outnumber the not so good parts. Continue reading
By – Nivedita Udupa, NUJS.
In the cold winter air, the dewdrops rested on the blades of grass,
As my eyes closed, as I dwelled on a distant memory of the past,
That sunny day, with the wind blowing in my face, oh that day,
The fragments of dust, unwanted companions carried by the breeze,
She made no distinction; she carried petals and shattered glass,
I looked behind, their laughter, unaware of the reality if it would last,
He smiled as he put his arms around her, he always had his way,
She beamed and rested her glowing cheek against him as if to tease;
Shanghai starts with a mob chanting Khoon ki kasam khayie hain, yeh shehar nahin, Shanghai hain (We have taken an oath of blood, this isn’t a city, this is Shanghai). It ends with the image of man who has been employed by the company that has taken over his land, to demolish the very building which till yesterday he called home. The movie is symbolic representation after symbolic representation. It asks you to question the development process in India, without doing so itself. It does not say whether something is good or bad, leaving that question upto us to decide. There is no ‘thrill’ in the movie per se. No climax. No big dialogues. No action. And yet, it becomes a thriller. Continue reading