My father moved around a lot while I was growing up. And it was a good way to live, everything considered. Met new people every few years, or met the same old faces in different cities and towns and had a good time catching up. India of the late 80s was a vastly different place... Continue Reading →
Movie Review: Gully Boy
For everyone who's been told something's impossible, unattainable and to get their head out of the clouds because reality bites; Gully Boy is the answer. Zoya Akhtar's latest offering takes us deep into Dharavi, without any of the gore and gristle but without adding any glitter either. Ranveer Singh (Murad) shows how deeply he can... Continue Reading →
When My Mom Learnt To Rock
My parents are fairly cool. I say fairly because given the fluidity of our lives during my childhood and adolescence they were usually ok with most of the things they came across when dealing with me.One of the biggest changes came when we relocated to US for a few years while I was still in... Continue Reading →