Until not so long ago, summers in Southasia meant bright mornings, languid afternoons, balmy evenings and slothful nights, all endured listlessly by the power elite with endless glasses of nimbu
Terrifying Vision:
M S Golwalkar, the RSS and India
by Jyotirmaya Sharma
Penguin, 2007
Torment of silver nights, a pain with no cure,
Heartache unanswered, the body's long cry of despair –
Only a few days, dear one, a few days more.
– Faiz
Everybody leaves,
Something unfinished;
Which is then,
Completed by others.
– Bodhisatwa in Adhoora-Poora
Complexities of a dream scheme begin to unfold as soon as its realisation appears imminent. As long
The late Jyotindra Nath ('J N') Dixit belonged to the old guard of South Block bureaucrats who could chide their political masters without appearing to be discourteous. He
For Homo sapiens in their prime, revolutions are sexy. When hormones are hyperactive and energy levels are high, everybody wants to have a go at changing the world. Insurgencies often
Is like taking a ritual dip
In a dry riverbed.
– Nirmala Garg, Duniyadar
It was a sunny December morning in 2002 in Bangalore, and Professor Daya Krishna was speaking to
The problem of conceptualising Asian-ness is that it is not a question of finding similarities, but of envisioning the coexistence of diversities.
All one, perhaps –
bell, mountain, tree
and the
Horns of the traffic jam drown out
Her "$10 for blow job,
25 for pussy." But the deal
Gets done, and the traffic
Rolls on into the City
