The Seed And The Germ
In India’s villages where graft is a daily reality Anna’s message does resonate, but only in pockets
Working Against Better Sense
The IB is learnt to have told the Centre to do exactly the opposite of what it did
Alone At The Gator Park
The 2008 slowdown took over 5 lakh jobs. Some reinvented themselves, for others....
Setu On The Potomac
The Ramayana gets a very American makeover. Does the flavour survive the melting pot?
Them Cowcorner Blues
Onfield bumbling and tired bones begat bloodied noses—much of this is payment for IPL’s cash
Twice-Born, In Damnation
What could a people that Dalits deem unclean have to celebrate about on Independence Day?
Science Of The Ages
Garhwali villagers resist new central farming plans, stick by age-old ways attuned to nature
Naked Man Outside Frame
The ‘ban’ on <i>Aarakshan</i> is just part of a long capitulation. The mob is the final censor in our country.
That’s Idlicious
The ancient Tamil poets sometimes compared the idli with the moon, and that’s what Murugan’s idlis remind you of
The Clearest Of Sapphires
Jewel-bright descriptions, careful plots and compassionate prose from one of India’s most graceful voices
Otherworldly Masque For Will To Power
A dystopic descent into the troubling nature of democracy, identity and the ego
Aarakshan
The only well-realised role is Big B’s and the proficient actor could well be the only reason to watch the film—apart from a lovely Tanvi Azmi who plays his wife
CAG’s Doniv Rye
My killer line at parties goes something like this: “Rye’s the name. Accounting is my game”
Delhi Diary
Some of my best friends are in the Anna Hazare team. And I was and still remain a supporter of the Jan Lokpal Bill. Alas, the vocabulary of protest has degenerated perceptibly.