There is no more callous, matlabi and blindered creature than a modern art-apparatchik, I suspect not just in Navi Delhi but all over this sorry planet...
In case you think making an art film is a bit of a jaunt, get rid of the idea. And if you somehow manage to make one, don't be too sure that you'd get to see it
So why were the waiters so solicitous to our dillittante? "Our third friend, who's looking the most stylishly <i>jhalla</i> of us all offers an explanation: "It's the entertainment value. Look at all the others! They are so boring!"
It's my theory that, just like a piece of land that shouldn't be over-cultivated, no city should be over-watered with Culture, and Delhi certainly is a prime victim of this phenomena.
The cherub is standing next to Amit Chaudhuri and it makes a beautifully complete picture--cute Pravasi Bongs will always rule philistinous cities such as Delhi, no matter what shape they come in
While it is too early to proclaim the divide between the arty-ratti and the aam-public extinct, there is a start in that direction.
Why doesn't going to the multiplex and paying through your nose provide the kind of rush it used to in the early days, oh those eight-nine long years ago? Why is it, in fact, more often than not, such a bum trip?
Dillittante would like to salute the passing of a great fellow Dillittante and Dil-e-Tant, Bhaskar Bhattacharya, aka Duster to some, BB to others, and Bhaskar-da to this writer.
There has developed in Delhi a connoisseurship of the participatory performance form called the `Booklaunch'. Recently, two fairly different ones from the genre, were held on consecutive evenings...
A great natural tragedy bites into a coast equally very far from Batra Hospital and the DU Campus. A a psuedo-cynical 'NGO manager' goes down to see and finds the Calcutta photographer waking up again inside him.
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