Profile of Mani Shankar Aiyar
A former foreign service officer recounts the circumstances around Sikkim’s merger with India, as seen by him in close quarters
A brilliant memoir of an eventful career in the foreign service, set off by the thrilling pursuit, across continents, of the con man Dharma Teja
A revelatory account shows how, in the years after Independence, India and Pakistan tried to thrash out all outstanding issues—from minorities and refugees, Indus waters and a possible guard against conflict
Panda’s transient, on-the-spur columns might embarrass in hindsight but he richly earns his encomiums for his profound essays on a gamut of topics
This week, we bring to you a diary from Boston written by Mani Shankar Aiyar.
Gracious in person, Abdul Sattar’s bilious pen spills an anti-India screed—a lesson in ‘national identity’. Yet it shows how a path of reconciliation can be cut through the shrillness.
Sonal Mansingh’s metier enveloped her soul. At the forefront of a renaissance in performing arts post 1947, this is a celebration of a life danced to the full.
Jinnah’s fateful marriage to the vivacious Ruttie, tangled with the turmoil of nationalist politics—is a story of gripping pathos. It is told brilliantly here.
What would Nehru see if he were to revisit India today? He’d be happy to see his basic blueprint in action. (So what if the details mess it up.)
A welcome tribute by an acolyte to his hero
Rao's concern for religious susceptibilities in matters of the state proved to be his Ayodhya undoing
Jaswant Singh’s noble attempt to plumb the murky depths of nationalist politics is marred by glaring errors of omission brought upon, ironically, by a Hindutva leaning
Humour works in a context. Muff that up—and the joke’s on you
The man’s a travel writer of huge talent and his book will serve spiritual tourism well
A warped hash that fans the embers of old imperial verities, this is the story of India fit for a philistine
Fali Nariman lets memory strike its own patchwork path, and presents his final case on the Bhopal tragedy
Bidding me farewell, my wife is concerned that “They” might start asking why I am visiting Pakistan so often. It is my fourth trip in four months...
A brick by brittle brick expose on the quagmire of the CWG, and the stupefying audacity of its guiding spirits
“Mujhe do Punjabi chahiye,” he said. To which the shopkeeper retorted, “Kyon, ek Sindhi nahi chalegi kya?”
A mere 219 pages? If the man's a sex maniac and can think of nothing else, why has he written so little on sex?
Jabbar takes up the Two-Nation Theory, traces Pakistan’s misery to the loss of pluralist Islam, has reasons for hope
Hafiz Saeed? I find myself caught between my party and the press. Stuck between a rock and a hard place!