Buffett Tax
Meanwhile in the US, Prez Obama wants to put in place a tax to ensure that those who make more than $1 million pay their fair share
Reminding, A Rough Art
One would never wish 2002 to have an encore, but to discount that possibility would mean being lulled into complacency.
That Summer Of Their Discontent
Blood spilt in the Hashimpura massacre and riots in 1987 remain fresh for survivors
A Beast Asleep?
Ten years after Gujarat 2002, <i>Outlook</i> asks if we’re likely to witness such horror again
The Dispersal Of Policy
With a Centre on the backfoot, empowered states marry domestic concerns to national policy
It’s Spilling Billions
An ACB probe unearths a ‘well-recorded’ network of bribery in Andhra’s liquor trade
What Is Thy True Worth?
The Indian rich class isn’t paying its fair share of taxes. The time has now come....
From Voodoo To Vaastu...
Even the Karnataka politician is not averse to ritual assistance to guide his political fortunes
Deathly Altar Of Tatu Ajja
Was Basavaraja’s death plain murder or a gruesome enactment of a tantric ritual?
Baroness P.D. James
So the former editor-in-chief of <i>Outlook</i> found my book to be ‘fiendishly clever’? If that was so, why put it inside quotes?
Pasta By The Lake
It’s unclear why Casa Toscana’s manager was reluctant to have the Italian restaurant reviewed...
The Artist
If not the best, it’s definitely the most feelgood—apart from nostalgia-inducing—film of the year.
Lucknow Diary
The ‘importing’ of Uma Bharati from MP may not have set the BJP’s fortunes on fire in UP, but she continues to offer rich material to the diarist
Bibliofile
It’s been every big publisher’s dream to discover the next Chetan Bhagat. And it seems Penguin has found one...
Colour Thread
With her attempt at a graphic novel in pictures Dayanita Singh has found yet another way to break rules.
Gigs In Town
A frothy, delicious and gossipy whirl of who-likes-who, who-said-or-did-what, and who-had-sex-with-who.
One Leg In A Gunny Sack
One tastes the entrails of a seething Mumbai slum in this vivid, visceral account