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Poetry || Asphodels (Bipasha Chakraborty)

And then my impulse grew out of my skin, tearing it to bits I broke and entered my soul from those cracked openings Only to find the wounds from yesteryears lying unattended Beneath layers of pensiveness Few half-healed, few still fresh Tell you this truth,

Theatre || Pornomochi

Pornographic discourses have ceased to be as scandalous or hushed as they used to be if we turn back the clock a little. It has, however, become even more ironical that a modern society which has so readily accepted sexuality in myriad avatars still has

Cinema || Meri Pyaari Bindu

Why does a section of Bollywood keep feeling the need to emphasize that women who fail in their creative pursuits can actually find themselves in the role of the successful woman when they become mothers? “Meri pyaari Bindu” does not manage to steer clear of

Cinema || Udta Punjab (Flying High)

‘Udta Punjab’ (Flying Punjab) has that distinct menace in its title that distinguishes it from run of the mill films on social issues. While most would invoke anger to get to their point, suffusing the narrative with dollops of sympathy and revolutionary spirit, they would

Editorial || Broken Selves

How many live in you, Oh my mind, you know not. One paints in a fervour, While the other drenches in colours, And who spoils that picture, oh my mind! How many live in you, you know not! This hastily done translation of a famous