Veer Zara in many ways feels like the spiritual predecessor to Main Vaapis Aunga. Both films insist on the same idea that has now become strangely controversial: human connections matter more than political borders.
Few movies have been able to do justice to dark humour the way this four-decade-old film does. The corpse at the centre of the film speaks loudly about the death of morality.
Khandhar’s emotional core lies in what is left unsaid. Shabana Azmi and Naseeruddin Shah's towering performances convey unspoken yearning and forbidden longing without relying on dialogues.
The former deputy chief of Army staff, who also served as vice-chancellor of AMU, lost Rs 93,980 in the beginning of March. Case lodged with cyber police in Gurugram.
The India Habitat Centre’s auditorium was packed on the evening of 14 December for Ratna Pathak Shah. She talked about theatre in Indian languages beyond, Urdu, Hindi and English.
The play is about two actors waiting to meet their inspiration—Naseeruddin Shah. The wait is an artifice to reflect on the state of theatre, artists’ insecurities, hypocrisies & fame.
A quote by the veteran actor, that 'Kangana has problems with every actor except Modi', has been circulated widely. It originated from a parody X account which no longer exists.
Vishal Bhardwaj is gearing up for more stories and storytelling. With the espionage thriller Khufiya next in life, he is taking the OTT space very seriously.
PM Modi inaugurates the Rs 79,459-crore HPCL-Rajasthan refinery, boosting refining and petrochemical capacity and advancing India's ambition to become a global refining hub.
The Congress party’s abandonment of nationalism is the most intriguing aspect of its post-2014 politics. The real Congress was never a party of bleeding heart pacifists.
‘Before the lines existed, there were shared neighbourhoods’.. shared between whom, exactly? People who had lived under centuries of conquest and subjugation, and a community that finally sought a homeland of its own through a movement that organized targeted violence to get it. Calling that ‘shared’ erases the actual power imbalance that existed before 1947, not just the border drawn after it.
The piece praises the film for not being ‘sanitised’ about the violence, then immediately sanitises the cause of that violence by stripping the perpetrators of identity entirely… calling them ‘Martians.’ That’s not transcending hate. That’s avoiding the one question a Partition film actually owes its audience: who started this, and why?
Ordinary Hindus, Sikhs never voted for division. They didn’t ask for it. They paid for decisions made by a handful of men in a few months in 1947. A piece that mourns ‘human connections lost to borders’ but never asks who drew the border, under what pressure, and after what campaign of violence, isn’t remembrance. It’s nostalgia with the homework left undone.
If shared neighbourhoods were really the tragedy lost, where is the movement today to rebuild any of it? Nobody’s asking. And, nobody wants it.
Another half-baked sentimental-drivel.
‘Before the lines existed, there were shared neighbourhoods’.. shared between whom, exactly? People who had lived under centuries of conquest and subjugation, and a community that finally sought a homeland of its own through a movement that organized targeted violence to get it. Calling that ‘shared’ erases the actual power imbalance that existed before 1947, not just the border drawn after it.
The piece praises the film for not being ‘sanitised’ about the violence, then immediately sanitises the cause of that violence by stripping the perpetrators of identity entirely… calling them ‘Martians.’ That’s not transcending hate. That’s avoiding the one question a Partition film actually owes its audience: who started this, and why?
Ordinary Hindus, Sikhs never voted for division. They didn’t ask for it. They paid for decisions made by a handful of men in a few months in 1947. A piece that mourns ‘human connections lost to borders’ but never asks who drew the border, under what pressure, and after what campaign of violence, isn’t remembrance. It’s nostalgia with the homework left undone.
If shared neighbourhoods were really the tragedy lost, where is the movement today to rebuild any of it? Nobody’s asking. And, nobody wants it.
Remembering without reckoning isn’t healing.