Posts from the movies category.
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...
There’s something quietly cinematic about reading a Taylor Jenkins Reid novel. You don’t just read her stories — you inhabit them. Her worlds hum with nostalgia, ambition, heartbreak, and hope, all lit by the glow of complex women who refuse to fit neatly into anyone’s expectations. And in Atmosphere, Reid takes her storytelling somewhere it’s never been before — into orbit.She’s done Hollywood (T...
When you think of crime stories, your mind might immediately drift to gritty fictional thrillers or TV shows where detectives solve cases with cinematic flair. But India’s Money Heist: The Chelembra Bank Robbery by Anirban Bhattacharyya occupies a fascinating space that is both rooted in reality and as riveting as fiction. Its genre is true crime, a category that celebrates fact-based storytelling...
The first time I saw Sanjay Dutt on screen, I remember thinking: this man is either acting or simply being himself. The swagger felt too authentic, the rough edges too raw. Years later, holding Yasser Usman’s Sanjay Dutt: The Crazy Untold Story of Bollywood’s Bad Boy in my hands, I realized that maybe the reel and real had always bled into each other in Sanju Baba’s life. And isn’t that the very r...
I opened Khullam Khulla: Rishi Kapoor Uncensored expecting a polite Bollywood memoir — the kind that tiptoes around gossip and glosses over the messy bits. Instead, I found myself sitting beside Chintu, a glass of whiskey in hand, in a smoky green room, watching him spill every story, every feud, every heartbreak, in real time. It was intimate, electric, and occasionally, downright scandalous. Thi...
I’ll tell you where I was when I opened Sach Kahun Toh. Midnight. Rain outside. My bedside lamp spilling that warm amber glow across the pages. And almost instantly, it felt less like I was reading a book and more like Neena Gupta herself had pulled up a chair across the table and begun to talk. Not with the guardedness of a celebrity, not with the practiced diplomacy of someone used to cameras, b...
Gritty, fast paced, and pulling no punches with the darkness that envelopes the context. Good read.
