Once Upon a Time…

“It was so quiet, one of the killers would later say, you could almost hear the sound of ice rattling in cocktail shakers in the home way down the canyon”. That’s the opening line of the book ‘Helter Skelter: The true story of the Manson Murders’ by Vincent Bugliosi and Curt Gentry. Charles Manson died in 2017. “Five days after the killings he engineered, the … Continue reading Once Upon a Time…

A Young Director and his only film

I came across a brief write up by one of my acquaintances on Facebook   a few days back. “…Asia is the place where cinema is still breathing a fresh whiff of significant cinema – something which current European cinema is visibly lacking!”, it concluded. He listed a bunch of directors from different parts of Asia who are shining with their works today. But what caught … Continue reading A Young Director and his only film

Maborosi and memory

Maborosi, the first feature film by contemporary Japanese maestro Kore-eda Hirokazu. Yumiko, the protagonist, is a girl when we first meet her. She lives with her parents and grandmother in Osaka. Her grandmother leaves the home to go back to the village she is from before dying. Yumiko tries to stop her but fails. Her grandmother never comes back. She met a boy with a … Continue reading Maborosi and memory

Halloween Inscriptions: Part – I চোদ্দোশাক, চোদ্দোবাতি

A foggy October’s evening..Two phantoms settle and talk in a bamboo-bush across a pond. Today is the day of warding off the evil spirit after all. The natives call it Bhoot Chaturdashi. They eat 14 kinds of leafy greens and light up 14 candles for the custom. Long ago, on these days, people would leave edibles in this bush. But now, they don’t reckon with such rituals … Continue reading Halloween Inscriptions: Part – I চোদ্দোশাক, চোদ্দোবাতি


Originally posted on Memory, Fiction…:
1 The cigarette was hanging between his lips, the smoke was curling up in the air. The moon was astonishingly bright that night and the halo, too clear to remain unnoticed. He took out his phone, wrote “Lunar halo. Have a look at the moon.”. “Aren’t you sleepy?”, a reply came before the next puff of the cigarette. He took… Continue reading Montage