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Indrajit Hazra

Nitish is in the bus

While everyone now is adding their gloss to Nitish Kumar’s open rejection of Narendra Modi as the NDA’s prime ministerial candidate, I can’t help but see in the Janata Dal (United)’s decision to pull out of the NDA a clever ‘school bus seat’ move, writes Indrajit Hazra.

Oh, tell us Daddy!

There's a stage in a person's life when he can get curious about how he came into this world. I'm told that most people with such a query first ask the person closest to them, which is usually a parent. Indrajit Hazra writes.

Poems can be pets

Ninety-four per cent of poetry, like 94% of every other thing out there, is rubbish. Most of what’s poetry written by living people is just outpourings without any sense of craft or intelligence, writes Indrajit Hazra.

Spot, the difference

Call me a Duckworth-Lewis squib, but it's the T20 we're talking about. What did you expect? Proceedings against bribes paid for a role in The Swan Lake at the Bolshoi Ballet leading to the Tchaikovsky estate's dissolution? Indrajit Hazra reports.

India’s coolest town

The moment you get out of Gauhati airport, you hear a bunch of people announcing ‘Schlong. Schlong’. The road to the capital of Meghalaya is paved with good intentions and little else. Indrajit Hazra writes.

The Art of Lying

Congratulations to you and your party for the thumping victory in Karnataka, writes Indrajit Hazra in an open letter to Dharmaputra Man-mohan.

The great dictation

The admission by Central Bureau of Investigation (CBI) director Ranjit Sinha of a master-servant relationship between the Govt of India and the CBI isn’t shocking. Indrajit Hazra writes.

Kolkata kills Bengal

It is the Trinamool Congress’ betrayal of the people of the state, rather than of the city, that will now seal the fate of the ruling party, writes Indrajit Hazra.

Stop, Police!

I have written earlier about how the devil lies in the implementation of the law. After my meeting with a Delhi Police representative, I’m convinced that the solution (sic) lies in changing the mindset, writes Indrajit Hazra.

Five for Navratri

I  usually keep my Sundays aside for cooking up grand money-making schemes. Considering that today's my 2,194th Sunday since the Sunday I was born - in wedlock, I might add - the fact that I have still been unable to build and live in a luxurious anthill on Cuffe Parade means that I'm yet to hit the jackpot. Indrajit Hazra writes.

My matinee idol

It's quite natural to be besotted with the future. It turns out there's only one way to go (sorry, Shahnaz Husain), and I'm not just talking about 2014. But sometimes, the desire to swivel on one's heels to face the past can be narcotic. Indrajit Hazra writes.

A two-handed clap

I suspect the Congress is taking baby steps towards becoming more professional by still having a Ms Gandhi visible with someone on the other end of the see-saw, writes Indrajit Hazra.

Like moths to fame

There is something crass and childish about desperately wanting to become famous. And yet, wanting to be famous is entirely human and something that is a key incentive for people to do what they do well. Indrajit Hazra writes.

Who’s driving?

A feudal mentality can have its benefits; writes Indrajit Hazra.

His dark materials

The monkey sits even as its maker has departed. The fact that it's sitting with the kind of glazed smile that appears after an interminable tiredness has already crept in and settled down, marks this monkey apart from other primates of its kind. Indrajit Hazra writes.
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