A Writer’s Hope
FOR sometime now, and especially after the numbing happenings in Gujarat, I have developed an unprecedented panic of hideous proportions. (more…)
FOR sometime now, and especially after the numbing happenings in Gujarat, I have developed an unprecedented panic of hideous proportions. (more…)
Today is Good Friday. As I write this, I am transported to a Good Friday service I attended as a child on the island of Divar in the parish of the Church of San Mathias. (more…)
There was a time, during the editorship of Vinod Mehta, when I wrote a column for the Debonair. Later still I wrote my “By George” piece regularly first for the Sunday Express and later for the Sunday Midday.
The only government we had in those days was the Congress Government. Naturally, the Congress Party received the brunt of my satirical attention. Indira Gandhi’s personal insecurity, which led to a temporary suspension of our democratic rights, made Congress bashing all the more desirable though not easy. (more…)