The trailer is the film: Shekhar (Subodh Bhave) and Samaira (Mukta Barve) are on the brink of divorce when their daughter is diagnosed with leukemia. Through the tough time, the two try to rekindle their relationship. No prizes for guessing. The film has nothing to … Continue reading 10 reasons not to watch Hrudayantar
“Zia with his fake driver’s licence, Marlboro cool, thick lashes and curly hair. Zia who said that the point of smoking was to draw attention to your lips. Which I was quite happy to do, except Karim said he’d tell my parents.” Given a choice, … Continue reading Why do we fall for bad boys?
She sits next to you On the same seat you reclined To kiss me the night before After you plucked my glitter pins And unleashed a cluster of curls Does she see the coffee cup Rimmed with my plum lipstick, Or the tear-soaked tissue I forgot to … Continue reading The Other Woman
There are three kinds of women in this world: The sect of the happily married woman with kids and the sect of the insecure woman, who eternally suffers outbursts of emotions. She has them especially when she sees the third sect – that of the single woman swaying along with the winds of spontaneity. In her, she sees her past, the things she can’t covet. She’s either unable to skyrocket from her myriad responsibilities, or she’s just rolled herself in the cocoon of mediocrity hopscotching between responsibilities, trying to maintain a certain homeostasis. But at the end of the day, when she looks into the mirror, she gets visibly anxious about the fat on her stomach which she promised to get rid of six months after her C-section, the greys peeping out from the glitter bobby pin she flicked from her daughter’s dressing table, the Hula Hoop collecting dust in the corner and the loose kurti that has replaced that racy cocktail dress. A cloud of misery engulfs her after every new picture you upload on social media, and she begins to wonder if her husband finds her any attractive anymore. So she joins your Zumba class in an attempt to imitate the chick from the Santoor ad. Little does she realise that you are in class only because home is so lonely.
While most women dream about having children, my sect can’t seem to pull itself out of the ambiguity of motherhood. “You can undo a marriage, but you can’t undo your children”, “Aren’t those nine months really miserable – seeing yourself growing bigger every single day?” or “My husband and I are enough for each other. I don’t think we need a third person to invade our privacy.” Thoughts that’ll make my beloved grandmother turn in her grave. No, I’m not even thinking about the verbal handbook being processed in my mother’s cerebrum. My ovaries are jumping after seeing a cute baby video on Facebook, and hibernating the very next moment. As happy I am to not have those stretch marks and stock up on Bio Oil, deep down, I certainly am worried about the consequences of being child-free. The other day when I was down, my maid asked me if there’s gadbad. And I begin to crave for a dollop of ice cream garnished with jelly, fruits and nuts. Needless to say, there was no gadbad.
So how do we go about this? Do we constantly compare our lives? Will you still complain to me about how you have to plan a drink five days in advance and forget about it during your son’s exams? Should I still crib about what a ghost house my home turns into on nights when he is travelling? The key is acceptance. You feel blessed the presence of a maternal bone, and I embrace the fact that baby-making is not for me. You can never have my life (well, at least till your kids are on their own), and I can never have yours (or maybe I choose not to have yours). The point is, a couple decade down the line, after your son moves to Australia and your daughter gets married to a geek from the States, this really won’t matter. Who knows, we might just make good companions – sipping wine, discussing books and making reservations at a wellness retreat – all while sitting in that pretty little café around the corner.
I want to sit on the kitchen platform In the middle of the night Dangling my legs Pulling your lean waist Between them Licking chocolate mousse Off your stubble I want to find peace In the warmth Of your smooth skin Under a blanket A … Continue reading Blur
Bring back those summers When a wooden box arrived home And the sweet scent of fruit Wafted through the air And settled all over An invisible blanket Making our mouths water We waited patiently As mother counted The number of people And picked the ripe … Continue reading Mangoes
It feels like a house after all the wedding madness is over. The cushions all over the place, cigarette butts lying in ashtray with lipstick marks – cherry red, candy pink, cocoa brown, the sink is filled with wine glasses and kullads and I can still hear … Continue reading A note to my girlfriends