Can you believe it? There was a time when seeing a Merc on the roads of Hyderabad...
I have always believed that as a film maker I have a special gift. It’s not a...
Let’s face it. The awards have become a bit of a sham. And we the people have realized that there is a lot more than performance involved. Sadly the awards have either come down to a recognition of political or bureaucratic connections or of the herd like imbecility of the vox populi…the...
The Hyderabad Literary Festival this year is being celebrated on a much larger canvas. The location has been made convenient and an entire zone in the middle of the city has been demarcated as Literary Street … and Literature and the Arts are dancing to a song of happiness never heard before....
It was dark. The beginning. They were dark. The images. And in the darkness a dark voice rumbled some ostensibly good poetry with a dark sense of poignancy. And in the dark a stand up audience turned 360 degrees to get quarterly glimpses of images that promised to show visions of a forgotten...
There is an age-old ritual we follow at DCH (Dramatic Circle Hyderabad). It’s nothing unique, nor proprietary,...
They say India is obsessed with films and cricket. The frenzy associated with these theoretically ‘leisure’ activities is...
In a dramatic shift from tradition we decided not to ‘party’ last night. So we dumped the Club as an idea, forgot about a house party and said ‘no’ to friends and farms. Instead we took the Blue Door’s offer of peace, quiet and a delicious platter to heart and landed up at...