It is not my intention to cause a sudden dip in morale in the Indian armed forces, a dip so vertiginous that when the Chinese are amassed at the Mehrauli crossing, our soldiers will be able to do nothing.
Indrajit Hazra writes.
One thing I don't get is food television. I see people salivating not so much over plates but over people preparing, talking about and gobbling meals on screen, writes
Indrajit Hazra.
If you thought the 'Danish cartoon' or the 'Husain paintings' were out of line, this billboard makes them look like playschool fun things, writes
Indrajit Hazra.
If on a blistering hot day in some remote village, there’s only one charpoy in the shade, who do you think will get to sit down and get himself fanned by the sarpanch’s daughter-in-law while gulping down the only glass of cool shikanji? A member of Parliament or a puisne judge? As much as this may come as a shock to you, it’ll be the puisne judge.
Indrajit Hazra writes.
I met Kay Fan, the quiet, camera-clicking editor-in-chief of the Chinese rock-pop music magazine Hit, in Göteborg, Sweden, in August. He was there for the same reason I was there: to attend the Way Out West music festival. Indrajit Hazra writes.
The Bengalis invented Durga Puja to have five abnormal days. Indrajit Hazra writes.
The same year that a band called REM set up shop in Athens, Georgia, America, a band called Depeche Mode set up shop in Basildon, Essex, Britain.
On Wednesday evening, I was watching a mindless dramedy (drama-comedy) called Wild Child on television. I was tired of following the dragedy (drama-tragedy) of the Delhi high court bomb blast... Indrajit Hazra writes
The good thing about me is that I’m not Omar Abdullah. So with that distinct advantage, I can pick up where the Jammu and Kashmir chief minister left off. Indrajit Hazra writes
I have been deeply distressed at the developments of the last few days. Many aspects of the situation have caused me anguish. Indrajit Hazra writes.
The annual Way Out West music festival in Göteborg is perfect for checking out gigs without going into the wild crush of a Glastonbury, Reading or Bonaroo. Indrajit Hazra writes.
There are morons on the internet. But a winner in the moron sweepstakes has to be a gent named Vikram Zutshi who commented on a Facebook post relating to Amy Winehouse’s death last week: “I’m amazed at all the mourning over a bigoted crack whore and almost nothing for ten million Somalians dying of hunger, or the hundred Norwegians killed yesterday... what the fuck is wrong with people?”
Indrajit Hazra writes.
Back home now, the 34-year-old Hina Rabbani Khar is terribly upset because the Indian establishment has found her oh-so-pretty, writes Indrajit Hazra.
After Wednesday evening's horrific bomb blasts, Mumbaikars had a stark choice before them: they could continue to go about their lives, or jump into the Arabian Sea, writes Indrajit Hazra.
What if we discovered that the voicemails of 26/11 victims were mined for news stories? Would we have recoiled and said that enough is enough? Indrajit Hazra writes.