Two Poems By Prithvijeet Sinha
By Prithvijeet Sinha
This is his town,
with backyards of open-ended youth and trampolines next to pools.
By Prithvijeet Sinha
This is his town,
with backyards of open-ended youth and trampolines next to pools.
By Prithvijeet Sinha
As a proud Lucknowite myself, I reserve my praise for Ray’s satiric langour and eye for detail in the Awadh-bound trajectory in Shatranj Ke Khiladi (The Chess Players). The complexity in a game of chess, by turns, tests one’s mental capacity or, should I say, awareness of life’s unheeding twists of fate.
By Prithvijeet Sinha
Environment is coughed up again at the nearest rally,
its syllables have been buried in the land granted to city’s building giant,
while Grandpa lost his hearing aid and the environment became an abstract in isolation.
By Prithvijeet Sinha
Devi is an eye-opening, sensuously potent, sometimes harrowing, and ever so unconventional film. It sidesteps mawkish sentimentality to conjure up the ways of the mind, hitting hard at our deepest fears. At a time when alleged ritual killings in Delhi and Kerala have claimed lives, it’s a potent work to understanding our contemporary pathology.