For me, Outlook lurches between the enlightening and the infuriating. My feelings oscillate sharply between two conflicting emotions—they swing from issue to issue. When the magazine promotes India-bashers and peddlers of India’s poverty, modern-day Katherine Mayos such as the self-seeking, literary award-winning publicist, who is also a self-styled goddess of small, lost things, I am infuriated. I resolve to scrap my subscription each time her long harangues are published, but then I recall some brilliant investigative reports that have contributed to the making of contemporary Indian journalism. So, I continue to be a subscriber; have been one from Day One. I like Outlook’s irreverence, bordering on audacity. I hate its political agenda because it clashes with mine. But since it never ducks from taking a position on issues, I admire its courage of conviction. On the whole, I am still counting petals: I love it, I love it not, I hate it, I hate it not…