In Tibet, there is an overwhelming sense of history and a stark beauty in the landscape. There is also, always, an invisible line between communities and people. A line neither side, Tibetan or Chinese, dared to cross, but were forced to negotiate in order to survive ‘today in the hope of a better future’, writes Vidura Jang Bahadur
For some reason, George has always been my favourite Beatle. I say ‘for some reason’ because I never had any doubt that John was the smartest of the four and the one that the cool guys wanted to be like, writes Indrajit Hazra.
It seems the government has finally responded to a call from the deep. And by that I don’t necessarily mean Bihar, where dolphin hunting has been banned forever. Oh. Still, why do we need yet another national animal?
Despite the freedom to do almost everything ‘on the go’, the total distance between us and the nearest charging point remains directly proportional to the number of gadgets our lives revolve around today, writes Rajiv Arora.
Taking our literatures out to a world readership has become a priority for Indian publishing, and it can be achieved by shifting our attention towards English and Hindi languages, writes Pratik Kanjilal.
What on earth are you reading? That book has one lurid cover! Oh, it's the latest David Headley Chase. I am looking for those parts where he talks about making preparations for the 26/11 Mumbai terrorist attacks.
Mamata Banerjee’s major entry into politics 25 years ago had been dramatic. She was in politics earlier too. But that doesn’t matter, writes Uddalok Bhattacharya.
Koda’s loot is only a drop in the ocean. But this tribal has raised the per capita bar. And people much more fortunate than him, who have been skimming for generations, are feeling small, writes Pratik Kanjilal.
Prime Minister Manmohan Singh’s special plane had to leave the Andrews Air Force base in Washington an hour earlier than originally planned, on a heavily wintry morning.
CPI(M) MPs were in for a shock when they entered the Central Hall of Parliament after disrupting both the Houses, objecting to the central team’s visit to West Bengal to assess the law and order situation in the state.
I’m thinking of buying a work of Jens Galschiøt for my office. Who’s Jens Galschiøt?
You see, we in Real India are shameless climate changers. So what if there’s good news from Delhi — apparently our ‘carbon map’ doesn’t look as bad as London’s — it’s still wedding season here, writes Preeti Singh.
Dilip Chitre was a powerful poet in two languages, English and Marathi. Says Tuka, his English rendering of the Marathi Bhakti poet Tukaram, is a benchmark of literary translation, writes Pratik Kanjilal.
It was not a pretty picture, someone really handing it to Silvio Berlusconi right in the face.
Thank you, sir, for calling Bhaji on the Beach. May I have your name and number please?
Ajmal Kasab. My number is...