Starry, starry night...
This film gives you as many thoughts as it does feels.
Madam, you have my backpack.
What happens to the imagination in a world of curtailed freedoms and violence? It produces The Ministry of Utmost Happiness, says Arundhati Roy.
The big magic trick is Acche Din, and the Rawal vs Roy "debate" is just a misdirection.
It's a good thing Jawaharlal Nehru is not around to witness this example of unity in diversity.
What is a photographer's responsibility when he and his camera are witnessed to terrible, everyday injustices? What is ours as those who 'consume' these photographs?