Bruised

Fond of her wounds,
She was. Hung on,
Like some memory of
A life foregone.

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The Rider

She hoped the ride would
Never come to end,
As she coloured her
Imagination with all shades
Of love and lust.

Abyss

And wasn’t it beautiful to look at?
The dark red abyss
She wished to float in,
To dive in, in the endless
vacuum which seduced her so.

Gully Boy Review

“Art is essentially anti-establishment. It does not guarantee a constant paycheck and it makes you happy – two things the establishment stands in contradiction of.” Read Rachit Raj’s take on Gully Boy, a movie which brings out the beautiful world of rap music residing in the streets of Mumbai.

 

The Recliner Seat

Gully Boy

In Ratatouille Anton Ego famously said ‘Anyone can cook’. Gully Boy is a story of that “anyone”. It is a story of a man you see on the side-lines while driving past the congested roads that take you away from the dirt of the slums to the more comforting sights of skyscrapers.

Gully Boy is not interested in telling a particularly new story. The arc of Murad (Ranveer Singh) is dangerously similar to the countless ‘rags-to-riches’ stories that we have seen over the years. But in the hands of Zoya Akhtar and Reema Kagti, the film finds a new life. They know how predictable the plot is, which is why they add something in the story that goes beyond the story. They focus on themes and characters, adding layers that make every frame of the film richer than any other ‘rags-to-riches’ story.

In Gully Boy, much like Kabir of

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