Sunday, August 17, 2008

Gates open on Sunday

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Sunday means thicker newspapers – the joy of reading a ‘Moby Dickish’ piece hidden somewhere between articles on Olympics and obese kids. It...
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Barog's memory pill

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I thought I saw you. At the eatery, next to a railway station named after a Sufi saint, you sat in one corner, your hair tied the way it alw...
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Monday, July 14, 2008

Bullshit again

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There has been a heavy spell of rain. As it fell on the top of the airconditioner fitted in my room window, I closed my eyes, listening to t...
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Thursday, July 03, 2008

Geelani's shit and Hindu "hit"

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Every morning, Syed Ali Geelani sits on a white porcelain commode, probably imported from Saudi Arabia. His shit, full of anti-India sentime...
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Friday, June 13, 2008

The day Indira died

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We heard the news first on the All India Radio. Immediately afterwards, film songs were taken off air and one could only hear strains of Sit...
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Too much Hemingway

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There is some wine in the cupboard and a half bottle of whiskey. A country song is playing on the space radio, and I am drinking some coffee...
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I need to write

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There is nothing to write about these days. There is no turbulence; my imagination has turned lame and I have no crutches to offer. Actually...
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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Looking at obituaries

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Is it important to have a cigarette stuck between my two fingers when I look at obituaries? I don’t pay much heed to this question that only...
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Monday, May 05, 2008

The story that never took off

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More than a year ago, I tried working on a story about a man, born in Kashmir, immediately after the land was formed out of the water body....
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Sunday, May 04, 2008

The professor of Calculus

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He walked alone on a frosty winter morning. Fresh snow had fallen in the night, and the sky was overcast. Beneath the soft cushion of the fr...
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Friday, May 02, 2008

Three cheers for daughters

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Just like that! With this sentiment, Avinash of Mohalla started a new blog after he became the proud father of a baby girl. Aptly titled, B...
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Thursday, April 24, 2008

A graphic novel on Indian television

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A couple of years ago, I created a mini graphic novel for Sarai . A friend, Irfan , who is the only sensible guy in the entire Radio FM indu...
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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Gods' court marriage

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I am late again. It is close to midnight as I drag my feet, climb the eighteen stairs that lead to my first-floor flat, and gently knock at ...
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Monday, April 07, 2008

To Sir, with love

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The story of an award-winning, upper-caste Geologist who is silently changing the lives of underprivileged children, most of them from lower...
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Sunday, March 30, 2008

Not without my father

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Away from the pseudo-activism of the Bollywood glitterati, a young assistant director of Taare Zameen Par fights for her father, who is und...
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Friday, March 28, 2008

The making of a Naxalite

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In his first ever interview, top Naxal leader Misir Besra tells me how a jackfruit tree led him to the Naxal movement. When the police part...
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Saturday, March 08, 2008

Who is Manmohan Singh?

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Coke and Haldiram's have reached the worst-affected naxalite areas of Jharkhand but not the government. On the budget day, Rahul Pandi...
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Thursday, February 21, 2008

Times like these

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How does one live In times like these? Does one have to live In times like these? I don’t remember last night. It rained heavily and I only ...
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Saturday, February 16, 2008

Could I ever sleep?

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On the road below They keep on creating noise: Hawkers looking for Stale newspapers and empty Whisky bottles Beggars masquerading as ascetic...
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The man with a tie

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I like it when people pay attention to my stories. For a living I sell medicines – promote them, to be precise – but my real talent, if you ...
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