Speaking Volumes: A is for Apple: what college won’t teach you
(Published in the Business Standard, April 30, 2013) Back in my day, which was of course when dinosaurs roamed the earth, Delhi University suffered from a serious case of […]
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Speaking Volumes: Anthropology
How to write about the poor: He knows he won’t get very far if he thinks about them as “the poor”, or as “them”. The reader will […]
Speaking Volumes: Invitations to a Hanging
(Published in the Business Standard, 12 February, 2012) Not so long ago, the streets of Delhi echoed with the cries of “Phansi do! Phansi do!” Teenagers as young as […]
Executing The Neighbour
(Published in The Hindu, December 20, 2012) Like so many other men and women in Delhi, my friends and I kept a quiet, helpless vigil on Tuesday night for […]
Writers, October: Ismat Chughtai
The Lihaf trial, from The Journal of Urdu Studies: http://www.urdustudies.com/pdf/15/28naqviExerpt.pdf ”There was a big crowd in the court. Several people had advised us to offer our apologies to the judge, even […]
Journal: Kitabkhana on the Nobel
From the vaults: Kitabkhana, Hurree Babu’s old blog, in 2005 on how the Nobel Literature laureate is chosen. This is always a difficult decision: “Vargas Llosa?” “Na, too famous…” “Kundera?” […]
All creatures great and small
(This post was sparked by a story in The New York Times on the stray dog “menace” in India; and by reading Jai Arjun’s post on human cruelty/ indifference towards […]
All creatures great and small
(This post was sparked by a story in The New York Times on the stray dog “menace” in India; and by reading Jai Arjun’s post on human cruelty/ indifference towards […]
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English Vegetables, Desi Steak
Galangal and lemon grass were piled up in hillocks. The mushrooms were fresh and came in four varieties-white, dried dhingri, dried shiitake and dried, slightly dubious porcini. “Madam,” said my […]
