It seemed to take me away, this painting (above), to another time, another place. Is this Bombay, I wondered? Some part of the city, along the Harbour Line railway network, near the docks? Sewree perhaps? Or Sandhurst Road? Where some
While the government works stridently towards ramping up nuclear power projects in the country, with a pliant media in tow, resistances are brewing, waiting to spill over on to the streets. Months ago, it was Jaitapur—where the government tried to
The logic is simple: A claim has to be backed by independently-produced research papers and reports for it to be considered serious. The holy grail of journalism, after all, has the rules clearly spelt out: do not accept a claim
At 410 deaths in seven months, the average toll runs into almost two deaths per day. Alarming, by any standard— more so when one considers the fact that 410 is the count in merely six districts. How should we describe
We are ignorant. We’ve never known the real coffee. It’s only fair that international coffee chain honchos are trying to teach us the good stuff! Ever heard of the Monsooned Malabar? Because if you haven’t, then you don’t know your
किस किस को कैद करोगे? लाखों हैं मुक्ति के पंछी, कैद करोगे किसको लेकर पिंजरा उड़ जाएंगे खबर न होगी तुझको इस पिंजरे की सलाखों का लोहा हमने ही निकाला है ये लोहा पिघलाने हमने अपना खून उबाला है लोहा लोहे को पहचानेगा, फिर क्या होगा समझो लेकर पिंजरा उड़ जाएंगे खबर न होगी तुझको The state does not like Deepak Dengle — the author of these lines. And so, they have kept him in prison, for over a year now. But prison walls don’t arrest the flow
Do mythologies really precede science? In the expansive play of imagination that they allow, the number of possibilities they remain open to, do they enable us to think of perhaps a better future? For without thinking of a better future,
Italian national Paolo Bosusco, who was abducted by the Maoists in Odisha has now been released, but this post emerges from a time when he was still in the custody of the country’s ‘biggest internal security threat’ in our dear
What would I make of a jumpsuit created out of pills, capsules and fibre, were I to encounter someone wearing it pass by on the road? Would my response be the same as it was now, when I see the