These are dark days in India. I began writing this piece in the context of the brutal lynching of Mohammed Akhlaq in Dadri, Uttar Pradesh, on September 28. By the time I finished writing it, two more atrocities had grabbed

On 28 August, the New Delhi Municipal Council announced it was changing the name of Aurangzeb Road to APJ Abdul Kalam Road, in honour of the former President. Just two days later, at the Video Music Awards in the United

Delhi’s hoardings usually skew towards the political. These days, they are prey to the ongoing battle between the local government and the national one, or—to put it in terms of its protagonists—between Mr Kejriwal and Mr Modi. (Sample Aam Aadmi

I have seen the future, and there are no motorcycles. No bicycles either, nor buses. There are few pedestrians, and all of them seem to be white. Lots of cars, though. And shiny Metro trains. And airplanes and helicopters and

World Environment Day has come and gone, and I say good riddance. For those concerned with the ecological health of the planet, the day brought little reason to cheer. The theme of this year’s celebration, organised by the UN, was

The summer is here in Delhi, which can only mean one thing: a marked increase in senseless violence. An article in The Times of India, published on May 11, reported that there have been ten recent incidents of road rage ending in

It pains me to say this, but I’m going to begin this column by defending Shobhaa Dé. The uproar about her Marathi cinema tweets has largely died down—although she still may face legal action—such is the nature of the 24-hour