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    Beyond The Clouds: Film Review

    I loved Beyond the Clouds, for its engaging and focused plotline, a refreshing look at Bombay, and a lilting score that knows when to restrain and when to go all out. The film is filled with moments of grave misery. These are doomed lives, and hope is but a shadow play on a wall soon to collapse.

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    Commendable Absurdist Independent Cinema from Orissa

    Seema Misra Khyanikaa is all about moments, like snippets from a dream. It is set in coastal Orissa. The characters: Two men, a poet and an idler, in quest of the ever illusive idea. While fate acts judge and jury over their claims.  Glimpses of a skeptical society. Newspaper stories come alive and question the reader, quite literally. Boats become alternate realities and the postman a dream navigator. The setting: There are several scenes framed through a doorway or broken window … maybe to question ownership and reality itself. A man whiles his time away reading newspapers, immune to the rants of his irate wife. A poet consoles himself with…

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    Khatti

    Seema Misra By a dusty city road stood a wooden cabin decorated with garlands of tobacco pouches and cut-outs of Jesus Christ and Lord Shiva. Steeped in the fragrance of sweet, milky tea, it glittered with peg-sized glass cups brimming with tea. Men flock to the chai stall, like animals escape to a summer lake, for their hourly coolant and smoke. The owner sits inside, a sweaty king of this bunch of motley no-gooders who measure time and temperature in bidi puffs and slurps, while an empty future awaits them, like the relentless Kutch desert.   Note: Khatti: Oriya word that means informal conversation between people that often lasts for hours and is…

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    Of Minarets, Dreams, and Memories

    Seema Misra Perched on a latticed window of a century old haveli, the pigeons fluttered about as irreverently as the milling crowd. Steeped in history, stumbling through the 21st century, the city of brick-red buildings and stone-walled minarets stands aloof. Like a proud lioness, now grown old she jealously guards her secrets. However, stay still by the tomb of Humayun and the djinns will speak to you.