Tragedies are the best love stories- someone had once told me. I hadn’t understood it then. But the matter became clear to me after reading Orhan Pamuk’s ‘The Museum of Innocence.’ This is a novel on love, on loss, on long lost love waiting to be replenished, on war, on politics, on forgotten things that evoke memories of the past, on Istanbul. On the … Continue reading The Museum of Innocence- a review
Introduction: A guy I once had a thing with had accused me of being heartless; had said: “You feed off pain, yours, mine and everyone else’s. That is the food for your poetry and prose; the nectar to your hive.” I don’t disagree with him. I am no preacher and neither do I pretend to be something holier than thou. I am just a … Continue reading The Ghost contd…
I was reluctant to watch the movie- Pink since the very first moment. The reason was simple- whenever I watch films discussing gender issues and women’s issues in particular, my blood races and my heartbeat quickens. It makes me think and that is the worst thing I can do to myself because I over analyze to such an extent that I lose my night’s sleep. … Continue reading What Pink did to me and what it didn’t!
‘Poetry is inspired; A result of divine intervention,’ that is what they said when I asked how. Inspiration wasn’t easy to find; The trams, the dirt and the sky; None did any good. Words were jumbled; Phrases strewn across parchments; And feelings left unfelt. I took to the smoke; Relied on the solace of Shiva And the drink of the Devas. But … Continue reading Poetry