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In the Name of the Mother

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Kitsch and skulduggery in Chennai

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Fault Lines and False Notes

VED SINGH GREETS you with a cautious smile, and in a show of restraint with a stranger, he twirls the right side of his mouth, just enough to differentiate a smile from a frown. He raises his…

An Honourable Man

HE SAT LIKE the Buddha, cross-legged for nearly an hour, late in the night on February 7th, at the memorial of his dear Amma, the one and only ‘thalaivi’, the supreme leader, on Chennai’s Marina…

Privatise the Corporation

WHEN THE CITY of Mumbai goes to the polls to elect the men and women who will represent them at the municipal ward level, as usual the educated middle-class will be absent. They are seen less in…

Salman Rushdie: The Golden House Keeper of Fiction

THE ANGLOPHONE LITERARY world seldom gets an occasion to work itself into a frenzy. While the romances and alliances, tiffs and spats between authors might sneak into the headlines occasionally, they…

When a Dream Takes Wing

SAJI THOMAS HAD a dream. He wanted to build his own aircraft and fly it. But there were a few obstacles. For one, he was born deaf. And mute. He was also a school dropout; his parents couldn’t afford…

In the Name of the Mother

TWO MONTHS AFTER a complex monarch died a most complex death, her legacy is being contested by a woman who wants everything and a man who has nothing. The two leaves of the AIADMK, symbolising…

Indraprastha

AFTER YEARS, I FOUND myself last week at my old tailor’s in Connaught Place. Exchange of pleasantries done, I was astonished at the decades-old measurements produced. Yes, yours truly had expanded at…

May Be Not

FOR MORE THAN six months now, the people of the United Kingdom, and the thousands of foreign nationals who live and work here, have been inhabiting limbo-land. To some, it’s more like purgatory. Is…

Sampat Pal: The Lady in Pink

FIFTY-NINE-YEAR-OLD Sampat Pal sits under a peepal tree in Sighuwa village, holding a jansabha (public meet). Clad in her trademark pink sari, the founder of the Gulabi Gang is addressing a small…

The Slow Road

‘LOITERING WITH INTENT’ is a delicious phrase. It feels cocky and twinkly-eyed, defiant and ready to laugh. It is also the perfect name for this languid collection of travel stories from the past…