My colleague Kushalrani Gulab – Bunny – asked me in response to my blog last week what had prompted me to become a journalist. As I said in my reply to her, that had not been my intention when I started out as one nearly three decades ago. But so many years later, I realise I would rather be a journalist than anything else in the world – not even a bureaucrat or diplomat as I had intended when I took a journalism degree, essentially to learn to write for the civil services exams. Read more

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Last weekend I found myself at the Alumni Association meet of the Department of Journalism at Nagpur University. Read more

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My passport lists my place of birth as Bilaspur, Madhya Pradesh. When it comes up for renewal I don’t know if I will feel comfortable calling the state where I was born `Chhatisgarh’. For my mother is not Chhatisgarhi by even a long shot; she is from Madhya Pradesh.

I have cousins who `lived’ in Uttar Pradesh. But now they are Uttaranchalis, resident in its capital of Dehradun for years, long before Uttaranchal came into existence. Read more

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Many, many moons ago, I had been to Hubli in Karnataka on a school exchange programme. I did not remember much from those times but the little that I did were memories of a small, quaint, old- fashioned traditional South Indian provincial town. Read more

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