I like the story "35 years ago" that comes with every issue of the magazine India Today. Sometimes the contrast between then and now tells a pitiful transition of some things. Like that of the BJP. 20 years back, the party was at the zenith of its Ram fever and had formed a government in... Continue Reading →
On why I like Vidya Balan
There is one name today that is everywhere from movie screens to feminist discussions, from news rooms to newspaper columns and movie posters to magazine covers. Hindi cinema has suddenly discovered a new icon in Vidya Balan. Post The Dirty Picture, Vidya has suddenly become a new sex symbol and has leapfrogged to the number... Continue Reading →
Dev Anand – the ultimate debonair
The news of Dev Anand’s death caught me unawares. Sure, he was 88 (or as someone said he turned 22 for the fourth time) but I could never imagine Dev Anand to be dead. He was "full of life" as everyone said during the last few days while paying him tributes. Somehow, I feel even... Continue Reading →
Get dirty with this picture
Those among us who have seen the cinema of 1980s would be familiar with the sensation called Silk Smitha. She broke conventions and arrived like a storm in the Tamil film industry and spawned many imitations like Rayon Revathi and Polyester Padmini (yes such names did exist). Though Milan Luthria's The Dirty Picture is not... Continue Reading →
Madraswallah 