Trina Talukdar

The Indian Heroine Comes of Age

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Zoya, how do I love thee, let me count the ways. I love you because you are unflinching with a pistol butt to your head. I love you because with the money your mother gave you for jhumkas, you bought a revolver. Because when the goons attacked you were chasing then down in your open [...]

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Poor is the New Black

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I have a fractured foot and spend 23 hours and 40 minutes of my day on a bed; the other 20 minutes being in the bathroom- the only other place I’m allowed to travel to, other than back to my bed. I lay there, with 3 remote controls, switching between the television, music system and [...]

যদি থাকত

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যদি থাকত সময়, আজ আমি তোমার সাথে হতাম. যদি থাকত আর্থিক অবস্থা, আজ আমি তোমার সাথে হতাম যদি না থাকত কাজ, দায়িত্ব, আমি আজ তোমার সাথে হতাম. যদি না থাকত এই দুরত্ব. তোমার কাছে আসার জন্য আমাকে পেরোতে হবে কত রাস্তা, কত bridge, কত highway, পাহাড়. এই সব যদি কিছুই না থাকত, তাহলে আমি আজ এক [...]

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All That Glitters

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(Dedicated to PC, who dared me to write a love-less story. I hate to admit, but you won, PC. This one just doesn’t glitter. It’s been lying in my drafts way too long, so I’m finally putting it up here, as it is, in all its mediocrity.) The crowds were up on their feet. The [...]

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An Other Agneepath

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There has always been, and always will be only ONE Vijay Dinanath Chauhan, and He only has ten fingers. Now that that’s settled, let’s move on. Agneepath, the second, is definitely a great Bollywood film: our hero is a hunk, our heroin petite and unimportantly scattered on the sidelines to be used for dance sequences [...]

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Confessions of a Voyeur

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Have you ever felt someone was so beautiful you couldn’t touch them? That they were too pure, and you too dirty. And corrupt. He is innocent, untainted, sparkling spring water,virgin snow. I once bit my lip so hard, a drop of red blood fell on the white, snowy nape of his neck, and it just stayed [...]

Mumbai Has Me Now

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“Mumbai is a cruel city,” you’ll always hear them saying that. And perhaps the famous quote from the not-so-famous recent comedy flick, “The Hangover II” applies to Mumbai more than Bangkok- “Mumbai has her now.” I am going to be evicted from my apartment in a month and I have no place to go. Mumbai [...]

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Wait for the Sun

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15th August- back home Mumu must have made luchi and payesh . But she would have to satisfy herself with pseudo Bangali cuisine at a dingy restaurant at the corner of her neighborhood. Sharing her thali with a stranger- a friend of a friend, who in a strange land becomes a friend, she looked at [...]

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The New Opium of the Masses

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“World Cup provides Momentary Distraction to Indians” This was the headline of the New York Times on Sunday, 3rd April 2011- morning after India won the Cricket World Cup. No, no…wait…don’t exile me from my country just yet! I am happy, excited (?), glad, India won the World Cup. I watched the match, I cheered, [...]

Valentine’s Day

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Denim skirts and gold rimmed aviators, Silky black hair flying into my face, Smelling of conditioner. Fast food for lunch, Holding hands in the park, Panties in a bunch. Inane talk of this, that, Such and such. Valentine’s day is so typical. I finished a meal for two. Someone asked to borrow the empty chair [...]

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