The emerging crises, and fighting qualities, of the US education system hold lessons for the coming Indian Budget.
Samar Halarnkar writes.
US President Barack Obama worries too much: the quality of recruits to the industry that globalised India is falling. Samar Halarnkar writes.
Born of community, the new India celebrates individual glory, but it has not yet understood public responsibility.
Samar Halarnkar writes.
It could cut waste and give the poor more money. So why is the world's largest identity programme being stymied by the home minister?
Samar Halarnkar writes.
A rash of stupid remarks from officials about clothes and rape reveal why Indian women are struggling to advance, writes
Samar Halarnkar.
Prime Minister Manmohan Singh fought the food security Bill to the end. How long can the UPA fight itself?
Samar Halarnkar writes.
How did this happen? Baba Ramdev, the televangelist guru who flies private jets and hopes, through yoga, to reinstate the caste system and find a cure for Aids, cancer and homosexuality, sets the agenda for India. Samar Halarnkar writes.
A Congress move to censor the new media threatens a vital safety valve and reveals a prickly and petty India, writes
Samar Halarnkar.
Was Ishrat Jahan innocent? It doesn't matter. The country cannot fight terrorism by shooting college students.
Samar Halarnkar writes.
The nation's technology companies must not be forever doomed to be first world islands in a third world country. Samar Halarnkar writes.
Harbinger of change or flash of public petulance? The real test for the Hazare Effect starts now. Samar Halarnkar writes.
A government out of touch with India’s aspirations has let Team Anna hog the centrestage at the cost of other crucial issues. Samar Halarnkar writes.
It was an exemplar of boundless opportunity from creative governance. But an overzealous, retired judge could not recognise the Indian way.
Samar Halarnkar writes.
Neither here, nor there. That sums up the government's reluctant approach to its blockbuster food legislation, writes
Samar Halarnkar.
To the shiny, new India, the Bombay mafia with its swaggering
bhais, molls,
suparis (hits) and daylight shootouts is gone, a creature slain as the new century rolled in.