Devashish Makhija is driven to maniac curiosity about little things like why the ‘butter-fly’ is not called the more befitting ‘flutter-by’. To distract himself, he makes films, does graphic –art, writes poetry, stands on his head each morning, and sings songs to the Bombay pigeons each night.
translator Devashish Makhija design Nina Sabnani We are tall tumbling treesWe are berries in the breezeWe are tigers, we are haresWe are rumbling rolling bears… The rhythm of the verse draws us beat by beat into a forest, lush and alive. But who are the ‘we’, so steeped in every part of it? Words and pictures sing together in this light and...
Little Paploo has many questions about the world and everything else… why this, why that, why not, why now. And then he makes an important discovery.
Mr Moochhvaala and his mechanical monsters are going to cut down Bargad chawl and the banyan tree, and its residents are worried. Now it's left to Ali, the monkey, to swing into action.
Every now and then, the lush green of the hills is hacked by wastelands of bleeding red earth and limbless tree stumps. Over these, a signboard ‘India Aluminium Inc.’ – with a big eye – keeps an eerie, humming, omnipotent watch. And it is with riveting cinematic metaphors like this that Devashish Makhija transitions his film Oonga into a powerful novel...
