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CHANGE: A BIOGRAPHY

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EDITOR’S NOTE

Change is more than an abstraction animated. It is a collection of synonyms for the next point in the grand ellipse of hope The word is as old as the human urge for movement. It is the repudiation…

CHANGE: A BIOGRAPHY

Editor's Note ~ by S Prasannarajan Change is more than an abstraction animated. It is a collection of synonyms for the next point in the grand ellipse of hope CHANGE: A BIOGRAPHY ~ by PR Ramesh Life…

CHANGE: A BIOGRAPHY

“India has changed more in the last six decades than in six previous centuries,” President Pranab Mukherjee asserted in his Republic Day eve address of 2014. Seven decades of Independence, more than…

THE STATE BANKER OF INDIA

One of the disarming questions posed to Arundhati Bhattacharya in an interview last year for the post of Managing Director and Chief Financial Officer of India’s largest bank was this: what would she…

SHE WHO BROKE TWO GLASS CEILINGS

We are in Kalpana Saroj’s cabin in Ballard Estate, Mumbai, and it is the day before she has to go to Delhi to attend a Board meeting of Bharatiya Mahila Bank. The bank for women had been mooted in…

THE FASHIONABLE OUTSIDER

At a lecture series on design in New Delhi, 34-year-old Rahul Mishra is seated at a roundtable with former directors of the National Institute of Design (NID), Ahmedabad, throwing up ideas and…

THE DAY OF THE UNDERDOG

No, he says, they didn’t oppress him. Not in the sense that they slapped him, or imprisoned his cattle for venturing into territory marked for ‘upper castes’, like in the case of Lalu Prasad Yadav of…

REACHING FOR THE STARS

As Uday Shankar walks into the unfinished and forbidden terrace of Star House, there is an amusing look of incredulity on the face of the security guard whose job is to restrict entry to this area.…

THE JEWEL IN THE CROWN

On mornings when a helicopter whirs above Punkunnam in the town of Thrissur, Kerala, residents of this old neighbourhood tend to mutter a prayer under their breath without so much as looking up. The…

THE PRINCE OF PULP

“Every few years, there’s a new me,” says the writer. He blinks a little, but later I realise he blinks habitually, and that he means it; nothing is said halfway in his universe. We are sitting in…