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Since in the last review of Ishq, we focused on a particular quirk in the movie, this movie has one gem in it, which again is easy to miss, it is from Johnny Lever in the first half hour of the movie, he get’s into one of his fits and approaches Dande, a sub-inspector, and …
The construction worker who worked on the gallery of our house was either tired, careless, (or he was like the proud worker who purposely (allegedly) left a dripping tile at the Taj Mahal) he misaligned the slope on a single corner tile of the gallery. The gallery tiles are sloped to such perfection that the …
One significant disconnect between me and my History textbook was over the events of the third Battle of Panipat. Ask any Maratha above the age of seventy, educated or otherwise. The mere mention of Panipat brings out an uncanny sadness. The pain of a singular event is carried down by generations in their collective memory. …
