This is the time for Azadi.
A thousand subversive flowers and rainbows of brilliant caricature and genius irony are blooming in the subaltern commonwealth of dissent as proof of the spoof across the ravaged landscape of the n
All the rabid Rightwingers with tunnel vision in the English media in India, who worship market fundamentalism like the Ku Klux Klan (KKK) worships the anti-god, have suddenly discovered Niyam: the
IF MEMORY MOVES in semi circles, desperately looking for a circle of abstraction to end this repetitive, relentless journey of life's unfinished, finished story, it does not always end in a circle
The wise good men in the empowered group of ministers (sorry, not one woman in this sanctum sanctorum) have suddenly discovered a politically correct shining conscience, that it almost seems imposs
The heat has no fragrance, neither feeling, nor touch, or sense or sensuality. The heat has no memory, neither thought nor feeling.
It's a sleazy game played with eyes wide shut, this new perversity of backward capitalism in poverty-stricken India, and the rich man's god is enjoying himself in heaven and everything is alright w
More than 35 dead and almost 20 burnt bodies discovered near the fated, shut door without a key, leading to the terrace at the staircase of Stephen's Court in Park Street, Calcutta.
He knew on this Wednesday, this was his day and his night, as the magical narrative would unfold, like a gentle predator in the wild who has no threat perception
The Hitchcockian fog in Delhi carried the moist midnight north wind from the mountains and the cinematic night unfolded without a sense of mystery.
Prime Minister Manmohan Singh is proud of the political economy of liberalisation.
It's just that despite everything hope floats. It arrives with the miracle of anticipation, like waiting for the winter chill, and it stays back in dream and wakefulness when an orange morning enters the window and lights up the corridors. The wind says hello to the subdued sunshine.