It is 1980 and the 23-year-old soft-spoken youngster faces arguably the first major dilemma of his life. Back home in India, Indira Gandhi and the Congress party have come back to power with a thumping majority.
In the world of Hindi language and literature, there is much talk about good books. Every yearend newspapers and magazines count the good books of the year.
It was the evening of Friday the 22nd April, 2011… I had just arrived at the Gulmohar Hall of India Habitat Centre in New Delhi.
Howveryoo?" she chirped, in authentic Delhi dialect. "Can I get you a glass of champagne? Myself Pooonam!" She pointed to herself as she spoke.
It is Saadat Hasan Manto time again. When wasn’t it? True, every age has its Manto who dares and breaks taboos to lay bare the socio-political misery and the hypocrisy inherent in the human drama.
It’s been over a year since the last book in Stieg Larsson’s Millennium Trilogy, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest,
We snatch a few days together, long enough for Richard to understand that the queen and the duke plan to turn the tables entirely,
No man’s life can be encompassed in one telling. There is no way to give each year its allotted weight, to include each event
Fear is the key. The world, we are always told, is hanging by a string that could snap without warning. In 2012, the doomsday industry will probably go into overdrive like never before.
No. This will only happen in the movies! According to Vedic philosophy, the world will continue. People are born every day and also die every day.
For the rest of the world, the pen might be mightier than the sword. But in the Indian context, nothing can be stronger than the lathi. Via Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, the wooden staff became a totem of our freedom struggle.
Is doomsday knocking on our doors? Well, it depends on how sturdy our doors are. Many centuries ago, a Mayan calendar ‘predicted’ the end of the world in 2012. For those with a rational bent of mind, this would be a whole load of hoary gobbledygook.
A visitor to this village will have no difficulty figuring out why it is called bhakton ka gaon (village of worshippers). Loudspeakers blare bhajans from different corners and almost every surface is plastered with pictures of god men and god women.
In the district of Ramanathapuram is a village called Udappankulam, surrounded by lush green fields. Yet, as the menfolk will tell you, it is a village of part-time farmers, for 90 per cent of them are completely into catering. No fancy degrees, no culinary diplomas for these men, who, armed with just their utensils have whipped a gastronomical storm.