The big bad city had always acted as a temptress to the vulnerable youth from the small town or village who comes seeking his livelihood in its labyrinths.
Edward Said, a Palestinian-American public intellectual and professor of literature at Columbia University, had once narrated an interesting anecdote in an interview: Before the advent of the compu
In the month before his film was slated to be released, Vinay Pradhan (name changed), a debutant filmmaker was in cloud nine.
Sometime during the mid-’70s Devyani Chaubal, a vitriolic gossip columnist known for her acerbic weekly columns that she wrote for the popular Star & Style film magazine, was allegedly assaulte
Ill-informed and narrow-minded perspective of strident Hindu practitioners who refuse to acknowledge the plurality of Indian civilisation and insist on a monolithic and a bigoted version of Hin
Long back in an interview, Ram Gopal Varma had narrated how his mother, despite his success, was still worried about him, constantly fearing that he would be eaten up by the ‘big bad world’.
Wallowing in a heady mix of world and Indian cinema viewed on Netflix, Amazon Prime and different film festivals, and dipping into your own collection contained in multiple hard disks, one is sudde
The year was 1991. Shah Rukh Khan was yet to make his debut and Laxmikant Pyarelal still ruled the roost.
Time was when a young person keen on learning a craft found it necessary to attach himself to a guru and learn the nitty-gritties through a long period of association and rigorous training.
In a country blooming with different cine award functions that grace television screens, each competing with the other in glitz and endorsements, resplendent with smiling faces of dashing stars in