Logbook of a Screenwriter
Sukant Panigrahy’s hustle with life could perhaps be best understood as osmotic. He did some odd things to make life happen, and life did some course corrections to make him happening – while all of this interactivity seeped across a thin diaphragm of uncertainty, always. Or else, how else would you decode him? His phenomenon? A boy from remote, backward…
Leave a CommentIt does seem a bit odd to write a piece on a film that I consider to be a cult-classic even while the cinema halls are closed, and the nation is under a lockdown. While that’s true, certain things can’t wait, like anniversaries. Let’s revise a old snippet of wisdom a bit then. Instead of saying the show must go…
7 CommentsSoumik Sen is the friend who gave me a Woody Allen omnibus as a marriage gift. Whether the gesture had some kind of symbolism I can’t say. It’s just that I continue reading it, till this day, when I am out of wits. The way I remember my friend and colleague Soumik is very different from what he is now.…
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