Of Patriarchy they should add. I am sick of men who think feminism and gender are irrelevant in art. Oh but you have to separate the art from the artist, they say. Oh, but men will obviously make movies for their viewing pleasure only. And depict women with a sexual…

A fishing village full of female villathis created by circumstance. I have just discovered Letterboxd. A friend on IG said, there’s a Goodreads for movies type thing. That was enough. I didn’t think I would so easily go and check it out. …

Disclaimer: Spoilers ahead. The thing about reading and watching so many things at once is that they all start to make a muddle in my head. I am drawn to mixture and khichdi, so this might be a tragic flaw. In The Talented Mr Ripley, Italy is a ripe orange…

In The Chair, Ju Ju’s favourite book is the Family of Man photo book. I’m constantly disenchanted and simultaneously thrilled that writing and photographic references come back to me long after I’ve read about them in other contexts. …

One goes jogging to sweat the tears out before he can cry. The other finds them in a torn apartment towel, a thin bar of soap and a giant white teddy bear. At some point I want this to end well. At another, I want them to kiss. I have…

Insights into the alternate agendas of European oil paintings and the rise of the colour photograph (and a little trivia on visual art and feminist narratives) — Questions about visual art are possibly just trying to make meaning out of experience. When I see an image, meaning is made by the sum of my experiences (Berger calls this “what we know”), in relation to the object before me. …

The Cold Truth of Patriarchy through a Day in the life of Lovely and family. — Patriarchy seeps through chinks in womanhood. This novel foretells madness born and bred by internalised patriarchy — the need to have a child, protect your daughters and above all — satisfy your mother. Interestingly, this is an inheritance of an upper class/caste woman. To safeguard the “appearance” of an upper-caste/class…

The first time I was validated in class, was the first time I let my anger leave my body. We were in the middle of our feminism debates. Somehow it led up to the Abortion laws in the US. And in the end, in a bid to keep them quiet…

In today’s age of wokeness and political correctness, there are many instances I am thankful for. And others, where I am constantly anxious — something I share with a few friends as well. Among the ones I am thankful for, are the spaces where I can confidentally recognise people who…