Can Bollywood Be Sexually Empowering?

Contemporary Bollywood has a problem with sex. The days of using flowers as a euphemism for kissing are long gone (considering how much they were used, it’s a surprise that flowers are not seen with hawas ki nazar). Today’s Bollywood is either too shy about sexuality, or too obscene, or politically incorrect. However, there are…

Does Leigh Whannell Do Enough With ‘The Invisible Man’?

The subject of numerous adaptations, H. G. Well’s 1897 novel makes a comeback on the screen for a fresh, new audience. While Leigh Whannell’s The Invisible Man packs in contemporary themes and a powerful performance by Elisabeth Moss, the question is- does the film do enough to set itself apart? Cecilia (Elisabeth Moss) escapes her…

Life, Brewed, #004- I Am Sick When I Do Live With Thee

It was the dead one that finally got to me. A few weeks ago, or maybe it was a few months, I discovered two tiny eggs nestled in the corner of my window sill, just beside the inverters of our air conditioners. Two white eggs, seated warmly beside each other in the unlikely cold of…

Sex Positivity: Getting Down On The Details

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Yep, we’re going to have the talk. Students at the imaginary Moordale high school need someone to talk to. With their hormones going berserk and their bodies changing along with their relationship towards it, these kids have all things sex running through their minds, and sometimes, the thoughts…

The Thing About Tattoos is…

… yeah, they hurt. And yes, they are permanent. I got two new tattoos done last month and quite a few of my friends were impressed. They weren’t impressed so much with the design of them; it wasn’t too late until I realised that art is subjective (a bunch casually mentioned that my tattoo artist…

Books In Review: January

I am an out and out bibliophile. Perhaps the only place I like my nose buried more than in other people’s business, is in books. Often though, as most readers will tell you, it can be difficult to find people to exchange notes with simply because of the vastness of the book world- someone in…

Identity Crisis

This city is endless. It is the wisps of smoke from the burning end of a cigarette, the steam rising from a cup of chai, and grey vapour emanating from factory chimneys. It is the rage of colours at the flower market, and also the paleness of dawn, which is when the flower sellers arrive….

Leena

I distinctly remember the last time I spoke properly to my mother. I remember it, because it was less than a month ago. “Hi bala, how are you?” “I’m fine mama, I miss you. You stay strong, I’m coming home soon.” “Come soon bala, I’m waiting. I love you.” “Love you too.” This was my…