Twenty-one years ago this day– December 6, 1992– is etched in my memory with an acid pen. Read more
As I was growing up, I had acquired a friend who had desperately wanted to be a spy. Brought up seeing James Bond films and reading John Le Carre books, he had believed he could do much for the country and serve the people well as an intelligence officer in one of the various agencies in India. Read more
Noticed a little but not much commented upon earlier this year was the fact that for the first time in a decade or more, the BJP had lost its Ayodhya seat in the Uttar Pradesh assembly. Now the party has lost a graduates’ seat from the Konkan which it had held for 40 years in the Maharashtra Legislative Council. Read more
For all those people who might think Narendra Modi is made of the stuff of great things, actually he is proving to be so much of a very small man. Read more
With my regular driver on leave, I decided not to hire another one — I thought it would give me the much-needed opportunity to re-familiarise myself with the public transport system of Bombay that brings with it its own insights as well as sights and sounds that the rolled-up windows of your own car completely shut out of your life. Read more
I did not think this would happen in my part of the world but, after the rapist politicians of Uttar Pradesh, a home-grown one seems to have arisen in Maharashtra. Read more
My friend Avinash Pande, a secretary with the All India Congress Committee, was a worried man, Wednesday night. Read more
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
I have been on the road all across Maharashtra for the past ten days and I must admit, in typical Hinglish-speak, I Am Loving It!
It is election season in Maharashtra again and my mind goes back to the Eighties when I covered election campaigns in the rural areas, getting to the villages strap-hanging in buses, asking for lifts from farmers driving tractors on the highways to take me those places where the buses would not go and then being dropped off at the nearest bus terminus again riding pillions on mopeds driven by villagers chivalrous enough to give me a ride. Read more