Indian Writing

On one of DNA’s recent Speak Up pages, the voices of women who have come to this city following their professional aspirations… One waited five months for a hostel room; another lives in a PG but her landlord objects to her late working hours; yet another woman changes for work once she reaches her workplace, because she doesn’t think her work outfits will be acceptable in the building where she lives.

“You end up having a totally different lifestyle than you imagined.”

“This place is absolutely safe, but I’m alert all the time.”

“Though male friends aren’t allowed at my place, girl pals are okay.”

“My neighbour has forbidden her husband from talking to me.”

In Kerala, the festival of Attukal Bhagavathy, the Attukal Pongala, is apparently the world’s largest annual gathering of women.

is unspeakably bad. Please don’t start talking about the camera angles and pulsating music - what was it with the too-loud, too-creepy background tunes, anyway? - or about AB’s magnificent acting, because he’s begun to peddle the same heavy expressions whether it’s Viruddh or Baabul or this piece of junk from The Factory.

Also see this interview with Ramu : “wet clothes must be eeky for women but it looks good on screen ” - and this one: “I’ve not admitted this to anybody,” he says lowering his voice “but Nishabd is somewhere inspired from the biography of renowned author Ayn Rand.”