Faith in the light of Da Vinci Code

Why is it that faith is determined by the most powerful? Why is it that the final say in religious beliefs and matters rests with the most powerful? If the Priory thought that Jesus’s church lived on in a female child- Sarah, and that Jesus was a man who took a wife in Mary of Magdela, what was so blasphemous that they were hunted down … Continue reading Faith in the light of Da Vinci Code

Faith and politics in the light of the film: A man for all seasons

Are faith and politics mutually exclusive terms? Is faith determined by an individual or is it influenced by a group of people in power? Can an individual’s faith evolve with the individual’s needs or is it a phenomenon that is unchangeable in the individual’s life time? This research paper asks these questions keeping the film ‘Man for all seasons’ in the background. The film is … Continue reading Faith and politics in the light of the film: A man for all seasons

A forgotten room filled with unwanted things

*I haven’t read the whole book yet. These are just some thoughts I cannot seem to shrug after reading the first 100 pages of Orhan Pamuk’s “The Museum of Innocence.” “My whole life depends on you now.” This is a line in a book that achieves more than its function, for me. Upon reading this line to myself, I imagined a dusty room filled with … Continue reading A forgotten room filled with unwanted things

Shakespeare- the common man’s hero

The persona of the man we know as William Shakespeare is tough to comprehend. The figure that is Shakespeare is tainted by history, fiction, fame, and politics. Some consider him the father of English literature, some the world’s foremost playwright. But whichever may be an individual’s pick, it is very difficult to understand William, the man. The film ‘Shakespeare in love’ has attempted to step … Continue reading Shakespeare- the common man’s hero

Black beauty

Coffee was not always my beau. My relationship with the beverage started out as a disastrous one. I was eleven and it was a Sunday morning. As in most Bengali households, the morning ritual consisted of reading the Telegraph or Statesman and simultaneously sipping on coffee. My father, a man loyal to his habits, was doing just that. I had woken up and like any … Continue reading Black beauty