Profile of Mukul Kesavan
Mukul Kesavan’s essay on middle-class nostalgia in India—looking back fondly at a time when Indians were worse-off than they are today.
A debut sans angst-ridden stupor...sheer, compelling story-telling
Curiosity took writer Mukul Kesavan and cartoonist Ajit Ninan through Faizabad and Ayodhya where they found little evidence of a Ram Leher but felt the undercurrents...
If we have one shared turf of experience, it's Hindi cinema. And since all the radio ga-ga over Pataudi's swishing blade, cricket's been our unofficial adhesive
Mother Teresa was a landmark. Diana, a concerned tourist.
The Indian electorate shows a preference for the shorter game
Seth is better at describing his character's joyous passion for music than his brooding love
Happily, Justin Trotter, home from limbo, is back on the shelves
Wonderland studios, slick potty seats and inaccurate number- crunching comprised polls on TV
A much-needed, comprehensive listing of Delhi's historical buildings
A nation-state is a state legitimised by the people.
Bradman lives alone on Olympus. Tendulkar, the best batsman today, with an average hovering around 57, labours in the foothills.
So the grinches stole Christmas and your faith in democracy. There's more to life. Isn't there? Cricket? Um.... The economy? Well, whatever. Just...
Austere, inward micro-patriotism: Mother India left a difficult legacy. We mostly need less abstract enemies.
Refugees from the streets, killers from next door, the terrible violence inside us
Dodgy umpiring and onfield bluster have a symbiotic relation in Australia
Coming from a world where institutions have collapsed, the provincial student displays an intensity the metropolitan lacks
A Jat playing bhadralok? Could it have been that he acted so well that we didn't even notice?
In lurid, tinny Tamil pulp, starlets rest cheek-by-jowl with gods. Remarkably satisfying.
In its 13 years, Outlook has honed a peculiarly Indian take on secular fair play that opens its pages to diversity and dissent
In location and language, I was more an Agrawal from Delhi than an Iyengar from Mysore
Azhar's very name may turn Congress's 25 years of electoral misfortune here
That was a different time, cricket and life have changed since
Why isn’t good news getting the space it deserves? Is it too undramatic, does it sound implausible? Are we too much in the sway of the brute Indian reality?
Celebrating the arc-lit genius of a subcontinental art