Posts from the movies category.
There are books you read.And then there are books that make you forget you’re reading — because your body reacts faster than your mind can process.Somewhere around the middle of The Girl in the Glass Case, I realized I hadn’t moved for a while. Not even to adjust my posture. Just eyes locked. Breath slightly uneven. That quiet, involuntary tension you don’t notice until it’s already taken over.I h...
There is a particular kind of silence that does not feel empty. It feels occupied. While reading At the End of the World by Priyanshu Sunil Sinha, I kept returning to that feeling — the sense that absence itself can become a presence you walk beside.This is not the loud end of the world we are used to seeing. No collapsing skylines. No heroic last stands. Instead, the novel opens like an abandoned...
There was a time when going to the theatre wasn’t just about watching a film — it was about showing up for a feeling. Whistles, claps, that collective surge of energy when the hero makes his entry. For many of us, that feeling had a name: Salman Khan.Reading Salman Khan: The Sultan of Bollywood by Mohar Basu feels a bit like sitting in the middle of that theatre again — except this time, the spotl...
There are some books you read like a film. And then there are books you read like a conversation that refuses to end even after the lights come on. Bollywood, Hollywood and the Future of World Cinema by Rajesh Talwar belongs to the second category for me — less popcorn, more post-screening debate.I have journeyed through many of Talwar’s works before — from his fiction that dissects ideology and i...
The other day I was watching a new series ‘Space Gen’. Got to know about it due to its viral vedio of its promotional event, how the chair was blocking the main poster. Reminding us how the low budget movies get promoted when compared to the huge budget films. Planned to see it just for the main lead actor and it being produced from TVF and also certainly due to its theam on Chandrayaan. You can...
There are books that quietly sit beside you on a long train journey, letting the landscape blur past while your thoughts stay undisturbed. And then there are books that jolt you out of your seat — books that make you forget your station is about to arrive. The Mussoorie Murders belongs entirely to the second kind. I opened it thinking it would be a light companion for the ride. Instead, I found my...
What does it mean to race against time — not metaphorically, not poetically, but in the brutal, breath-snatching, pulse-in-your-throat way where every second could save a life or end one? I asked myself that question somewhere around 2 a.m., sitting alone with a cup of ginger tea gone cold, unable to put Jeffrey Archer’s End Game down. It’s funny how books sometimes choose their own reading condit...
There are books you read with a cup of tea in hand, letting the warmth seep into your palms while the pages gently turn. And then there are books that snatch the cup right out of your grasp, sending it crashing to the floor because — what just happened? The Mussoorie Murders by Divyaroop Bhatnagar did exactly that to me. I opened it expecting a quiet weekend read. Instead, I found myself wide awak...
