Days burn Fast like a fuse in a hurry, Waiting to explode Into fire and fallacy, Into little pieces. Each piece, a new day Each day, a shrapnel; still red hot, carrying A grief old, a grudge new. Living with a bomb Is a dangerous affair; few Survive, burn victims of their time, Packed little… Continue reading Demolition


Of redemptions and reminders

Note: This was intended to go elsewhere, got lost, came back home here. The Champions League is a competition that contains multitudes. On some nights, it promises renegade redemption; on others, it delivers rude reminders. The former premise is its lure. It is what seduces the ambitious, looking for cathartic glory and validation. It is… Continue reading Of redemptions and reminders

Lethal Weapon and the death of good action films

Foreword: I wrote this months ago on a bleeding Bombay night when "Lethal Weapon" was on TV. I found it in my drafts today. Like all good action films, it isn't long.  It's 3 am and I'm still up tonight. Tonight is every night. And every night's the same. You don't go to sleep; sleep… Continue reading Lethal Weapon and the death of good action films

With “Dunkirk”, Christopher Nolan finds his deliverance

There is a moment in "Dunkirk" roughly halfway into its surprisingly taut runtime, where Tommy (Fionn Whitehead), Alex (Harry Styles) and Gibson (Aneurin Bernard), three slender young men trapped at the eponymous French beach with 400,000 others, are sitting on the shore and gazing towards the raging sea that stands between them and home, between… Continue reading With “Dunkirk”, Christopher Nolan finds his deliverance

‘Bong’ Hit: “Okja” & Joon-ho’s Art Of Juggling

Filmmaking is a very delicate dance. There are a million ways you could go wrong, about three or four ways to do it right and only one way to do it perfectly. Now, you'd argue that what I just said is ridiculous. That perfect films don't exist. In-fact, perfection is nothing but a myth, an… Continue reading ‘Bong’ Hit: “Okja” & Joon-ho’s Art Of Juggling

I Bought An Umbrella & Headed Out…

...To The #NotInMyName Protest. I had planned to write something earlier today, but I took my sweet time waking up. I was tired and was up till late last night, as usual. But I also went out last evening, like I said I would in my last blog post. I pulled up my favourite pair… Continue reading I Bought An Umbrella & Headed Out…

Some Day A Real Rain Will Come…

Whenever it rains in Bombay, I always think about that line from "Taxi Driver": "Some day a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets." Of course, for the utterly flawed Travis Bickle, the "whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, and junkies" are the scum. But Bickle knows he's part… Continue reading Some Day A Real Rain Will Come…