It was 1971. Vikas Desai, my ex-husband, and I were completing a film at the Film & Television...
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Audience Reaction!
More than a year ago, I had been commissioned to make a 7-8 minute video extolling the virtues of a...
The Barter
Once upon a time, many years back, I had made a short film that was budgeted to around three...
Things that Bother Me
Five minutes into the latest Bollywood blockbuster, the hero silences the heroine with a kiss. The...
The one print party
‘The audience does not want to see your images. It shells out money because it wants to see...
Film critic and/or PR?
Where does one draw the line between journalism and public relations (pr) in the film industry? I...
The Right and the Wrong
Basking in the mellow sun of a Kolkata winter, we share a chillum with Ghulam Fakir, one of the...
The Devil’s Advocate…
The thrill of meeting a celebrity is something that one can’t describe with words. As a kid, when...
Eastern Winds: Reflections of a Bengali as an...
I do not quite care for the word probashi prefixed to my Bengali identity. It is a heavy, emotional...
a different beat
As a young woman, just starting working life, I remember going to my first ever Women’s Day rally...