Monthly Archives: March 2017
The film story of ‘Lipstick Under My Burkha’ is about four women – a burqa-clad college girl, a young beautician, a mother of three and a 55-year-old widow who rediscovers her sexuality. The movie won accolades at film festivals including the Oxfam Award for Best Film on Gender Equality but who cared? Certainly not the Central Board of Film Certification that, even in these modern times (January 2017), refused to certify it, objecting to female fantasies, sexual scenes, abusive words, audio pornography……
Beyond compare is the March exuberance Of the silk cotton tree; demurely clad in Dusty leaves, all the year round, she goes Berserk at the hint of spring, shedding Inhibitions, modesty along with her leaves The rising sap, the budding, the flowering Occurs Almost overnight, in magical splendor, till Unapologetic she stands, aflame with passion Like a brazen wanton with outstretched arms Alluring, beckoning, enticing, enchanting, Lifting a crimson face towards an azure sky Symbolizing, the very spirit of…..
A FEAST OF COLOURS I do not know what is it about this time of the year that makes me unaccountably happy. With the winter chill receding and the blazing summer sun a distant nightmare, the balmy weather uplifts my spirits as nothing else can. There is spring in the air and a spring in my step. The song on my lips takes a cue from the song of birds, though it pales in comparison to the lilting music they…..
Sometime back I took to rummaging through the diaries I had kept conscientiously over the years and my life began a replay in slow motion. All that was captured in its pages sprang to life forcing me to relive every joyful/sorrowful, peaceful/powerful moment with renewed acuity all over again. Rusty locks broke open, sealed doors were flung open and musty memories tumbled out to bust the veneer of equanimity I had cultivated painstakingly over the years. Sadly, times of torments…..