The holy town of Rameshwaram makes one wonder whether one should enter the world of spirits or not, writes Indrajit Hazra
Why, just the other day, I read an article by a ‘culture type’ who, just by writing the words ‘shiny malls’, was making a point about how soul-destroying modern life has become, writes Indrajit Hazra.
KPS Gill doesn’t want to hear about IHFs or butts. He sees Indian hockey’s worst day as, er, a way forward, writes Indrajit Hazra.
My feeling is that the HRD Ministry doles out 50 per cent fact and 50 per cent fiction. Except nobody, Minister Arjun Singh included, knows which one is which, writes Indrajit Hazra.
Arthur C Clarke was the man who made me look forward to the future and the puzzling encounters it would hold, writes Indrajit Hazra
Thus, Renuka Chowdhury’s inability to fathom why she was not garlanded when she stepped into a plane 90 minutes late — and thereby delaying it — is completely understandable, writes Indrajit Hazra.
Godrej Properties Ltd has filed a draft red herring prospectus with the Securities and Exchange Board of India.
King Manmohan in his latest stint, thankfully, hasn’t been a Dasarath, making and keeping promises of old faithfuls. Thanks to the Lok Sabha numbers, he has been able to have his own swayamvara with a few tricky marital alliances that shouldn’t come in the way of his spreading the love all around. Far trickier has been his show of love within the Congress tent. Indrajit Hazra comments.
As in brutal forms of ragging, racially targeted violence is all about perception. You see the archetypal well-combed, good boy and take him to the corner. Under this latest outbreak of racial stereotyping, Indian students are the well-combed, good boys, writes Indrajit Hazra.
There’s a lo-fi lounge in heaven where they continuously play Wilco songs. (There’s a corresponding room in purgatory that plays only Beck songs, writes Indrajit Hazra.
There can be no better time to say this. The Mumbai Indians are pressing the mattress at 11 for 1. Mukesh Ambani is sweating profusely. Ravichandran Ashwin bowled a maiden in the CSK’s very first over. Indrajeet Hazra writes.
Congress was admiring the view of volcanic ash falling on the NCP like dandruff on a sunny day, it also got to see its old adversary, the BJP, splutter in Parliament as if a casteless tribal had just stepped on a Brahmin’s shadow, writes Indrajit Hazra.
Oh the poor dearies in Swraj Pauland. The last time they were in such a fug was before the internet, before Becks met Posh, even before that nice lady with the handbag, writes Indrajit Hazra.
Originally, small social groups behaved according to fluid ‘caste’ lines based on professions rather than on birth, writes Indrajit Hazra.
One of my favourite lines of wisdom is that Confucian nugget: when the wise man points at the moon, the idiot looks at the finger, writes Indrajit Hazra.