Indrajit Hazra

There were times - good times, actually - when I would get to bond with Vijay Mallya quite often. Even as he was trapped within the confines of the in-flight entertainment screen, he would play the perfect host, writes Indrajit Hazra.

With an institutional body to look into public impropriety in the cold storage, did we really expect everyone to keep quiet, asks Indrajit Hazra.

There's a little Nitin Gadkari inside all of us. What I mean is that like Gadkari, there's a part of us that believes that we can make things better by doing nothing at all. Indrajit Hazra writes.

Why did the Nobel jury give Swedish poet Tomas Tranströmer the Nobel last year when the brilliant Philip Roth is still being grandly ignored? writes Indrajit Hazra.

Over some time now, the Congress has re-arranged statutory furniture and furnishings to suit its own moral tastes, writes Indrajit Hazra.

We all talk about how India's politicians were a different kettle of kurta-clads in the early days after independence. Indrajit Hazra writes.

For those too young to remember him, Amar Singh was the man who is said to have rebuffed a very lucrative career as the brand ambassador of Pan Parag, the paan masala giant, so that he could serve the nation. Indrajit Hazra writes.

I wouldn’t get into a terrible blue funk if India is dismembered... Or if Malta decides to occupy Sir Creek, Indrajit Hazra writes.

Listening to a headless chicken flapping about inside an upside-down metal bucket can be disconcerting, Indrajit Hazra writes.

Out of the 12 humans who have ever been to the Moon, eight survive today. It's a bit like counting the number of people still alive to recount their times in the Azad Hind Fauj. Indrajit Hazra writes.

Most people don’t get irony. Or satire. Or nuance. They don’t like them either, and I suspect that this has something to do with them not understanding these things. There is an outside chance, though, that I’m being presumptuous, Indrajit Hazra writes.

Why hasn't anyone with the wherewithal and muscle gone to the 300-odd relief camps in Assam to improve their festering conditions? Indrajit Hazra writes.

It’s the last day of the Olympics and all across our nation’s rolling tracks and fields, we are bursting with pre-ordered pride. Indrajit Hazra writes.

As the northern, eastern and north-eastern grids collapsed on Tuesday, there was utter chaos in the household of Ramu (name unchanged). Indrajit Hazra writes.