If you’ve wet your tissues already, spellbound by Homebound, should we discuss its director and the conflict that’s so central to the film?

I haven’t read better lines to explain caste as a poem by Akhil Katyal, titled Poetic License, excerpted thus: One day, when he was / About ten or twelve / He asked his mother / “What is my caste?... The mother got up / In the middle of her supper / “Beta, if you don’t know it by now / It must be upper.”

I paraphrase the above lines to director Neeraj Ghaywan, interviewing him before a live audience in Varanasi, soon after the screening of his film, Homebound — to home in on caste as such a blind spot in urbane India. Read More

Consider Hindi cinema , primarily an urban medium that, over a century — you can count on your fingers, top filmmaker

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