Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Hemlock Destiny

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“Why do you say every man is a planet?” the demon asks him, licking his scalpel. He lies on the ground, wounded, bruised, tattered, crippled...
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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Fever is a jilted lover

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It is so tough to unsettle the haze, he thinks. The haze inside his chest. Sometimes it scares him. And then he has to close his eyes and im...
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Sunday, November 07, 2010

The Long March

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Walking with Maoist guerillas along a flooded river, somewhere along the Maharashtra-Chhattisgarh border
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Among the guerillas

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With Maoist guerillas somewhere on the Maharashtra-Chhattisgarh border
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The Absent State

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My book, "The Absent State" (with Neelesh Misra) is out in book stores now. Hachette India has called it the non-fiction book of t...
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Monday, August 02, 2010

बारिश का एक दिन

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आज बारिश बहुत हो रही थी. तुम भीगते हुए पहुंची और कैफे के दरवाज़े पर मुझसे लगभग टकरा गयी. मैं वहां खड़ा तुम्हे दूर से आते हुए देख रहा था. बहुत ...
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Friday, April 16, 2010

Everything ends with Formalin

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The police arrived and went straight to Bajirao Potawe’s house and beat him up. “With their boots and lathis,” he says. “They said bad thing...
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Saturday, March 13, 2010

Times of Parting

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Love dies slowly. Like an ember. More strands of hair have turned grey – the right temple looks like a blooming cotton field. There is dust ...
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Saturday, February 13, 2010

My name is Dharmendra Kumar

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The media is overwhelmed with Shahrukh Khan. I mean, I care a damn if his film does not work. Or that the multiplexes are not able to run hi...
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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Trader of stories

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It is 3.45 am. Give me some coffee. Or, can I have some silence, please? I am tired of the noise around me. It makes my head spin. I can fee...
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Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Journeys

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I am writing today because my body is sort of forcing me into it. I have this sinking feeling that refuses to go away, and I think writing –...
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The Khaki Fidayeen

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The Khaki Fidayeen: Five policemen from Kashmir who have broken the back of militancy in the valley. Read here . Pic: Shome Basu
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Saturday, December 12, 2009

Somewhere, anywhere

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As long as there is fire the mosquitoes keep away. But as soon as the embers begin to die, they come back. And so does the pain in the knee....
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Sunday, November 01, 2009

Whose war is it, anyway?

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Arundhati Roy quotes my interview with Maoist supreme commander Ganapathi in her latest essay .
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Friday, September 25, 2009

The rebel

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She could have been the academician who does the circuit at seminars and round tables. Or the opinion leader in a NGO or a UN body. But she ...
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Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Erase memories

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One day I will just pop some sleeping pills and erase all memories. What do you do with them, anyway? Some you just share with your friends ...
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Monday, September 07, 2009

Noise

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Hi there. Do you know someone who can suppress a yawn and an erection at the same time? Just a random thought, nothing else. Don’t read too ...
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Sunday, August 30, 2009

Kasauli diaries

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Kasauli musings. One, written by me for the Hindustan Times is here . Second by my friend Neelesh Misra is here .
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Left, write

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It is too warm outside. And inside, too. The fan sighs. Newspaper sheets disintegrate and are strewn all over. Picture frames lie empty. A...
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Friday, June 26, 2009

Once upon a place: Dispatches from Lalgarh

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Every fire starts from the belly, says Ranjit Mahato. Sitting on a string cot, and occasionally caressing his bandaged leg, Mahato awaits p...
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