New Ways of Seeing

During a recent visit to a 'continental' restaurant in the North Indian city of Amritsar, I was amazed to discover a novel way of of...

Where do we go now? Is this going somewhere? But we live miles apart. So we will go wherever alone. Unless the world shrinks. And geography ...

I'm tired of possibility and in dire want of the real thing. But the absence of possibility is also a dormant possibility of possibility...

Before embarking on my annual overseas end-of-the-year trip, I've been trying to clean up the clutter of the year gone by. From the dust...

This is all I have to give to the World. Writing That is elicited with the labour of Experience. Elucidating The agony behind each word of T...

The hauntingly beautiful Catherine Deneuve in French director Luis Bunuel's film, Belle De Jour , is also elusive and ethereal. Just lik...

It’s that time of the week/month/year when I am grappling again with decisions and their precision And expectations that travel in a wave fo...

I went to see the John Travolta-starring Hairspray recently, and was both inwardly and outwardly relieved to find the film was more than ju...

This book of fiction (although apparently based on British-Pakistani Kureishi's own marital life), is the stream-of-consciousness of a ...

I couldn't stop myself from watching this film yet another time when it was screened on SBS on Sunday night, despite the fact that I ...