The Resisting Voice

After watching Shyam Benegal's Sardari Begum ,I slept happily last night after thinking about the movie and its various other aspects. It was the first movie in which I got to see, through the eyes of the great director, Shyam benegal, the pertaining issues at that period of time, the culture of the religious communities, the emerging culture of a woman being the protagonist in the film, the nexus of gender, religion,politics, personal relationships, sexuality, life of a woman reporter ,the society's perception of art forms like music and dance taken up by women and the understanding of sub-classical music forms like thumri, all woven together coherently with high degree of perfection. Feeling satisfied and empowered, I slept for good eight hours.The next day seemed usual except for a presentation which I was excited about since it involved great amount of hardwork and an opportunity to travel and talk to people neglected by the government and the ignorant society. I got re...

Just like other days , I left from my office at the time I usually do. The ten minutes walk from my office to the Central Sectretariat metro station's gate number one is usually the time when I talk to myself, if alone and ponder over the evening spent among senior and intellectual print journalists. As I reach the metro station and pass through the security check with a smile on my face and a touch of celerity in my body language, my eyes start looking for people having tired, weired, happy, angry and other possible expressions being carried as a tote from the day's events. Sometimes I see young couples giving a caress smile as they part ways for their separate metro lines and telling each other through their eyes and smiles"shall meet you tomorrow , pakka" , whereas students having their board exams round the corner are busy solving sums provided they get a seat or else learn something from their register, some are in rush to catch the standing train and some are...

The Republic Day 2014: For the first time in my life , i woke up so early , got ready in twenty minutes and left the hostel amidst heavy fog with the temperature dipping to 9 degree celsius to attend the 65th Republic Day.I am not a passionate nationalist. I just wanted to catch a glimpse of the Prime Minister of Japan and also the Chief Guest for this year's festival , Shinzo Abe , not knowing however that he will come packed in a black sleek Mercedes - Benz. Even though I reached the venue on time , I could not see any proper direction boards which could easily show us the way for our seating venue. After asking fifteen to twenty policemen and walking for aprroximately three kilometres , I reached the correct pathway and joined the right queue hoping that after some more minutes , I would be sitting inside comfortably watching the national festival. However , my journey's destination gates got closed and people with only VN passes were allowed inside. One uncle who was ...