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HindustanTimes Fri,24 Oct 2014

Pratik Kanjilal

All hands on that footnote

Amitav Ghosh’s new novel Sea of Poppies reminds us of the role of the British opium trade in our social history, writes Pratik Kanjilal.

When going solo sounds hollow

Despite the best efforts of the music industry to promote private listening, music has worked best, socially and politically, when it is shared with other credulous listeners, writes Pratik Kanjilal.

Going against nature, naturally

If Indian lawmakers are unwilling to listen to gay campaigners, they might as well read up to learn that there are so many exceptions to the ‘natural’ sex choice theory that it may not actually exist, writes Pratik Kanjilal.

Mealy-mouthed about food

We grew up learning that even the last crumb on the plate must not go to waste because many kids go to bed hungry. The G8 is following the same advice, writes Pratik Kanjilal.

Shave the world, lose your soul

Now, beards raise suspicions even in India. The general public has started fearing that the beard is a battle standard in the mythical clash of civilisations, writes Pratik Kanjilal.

Overplaying those villain bits

With Tuesday’s parliamentary multi-starrer a super-hit on TV, the image of the neta as a stock character who gets stomped in the end to provide us catharsis may just be ruined. Pratik Kanjilal writes.

The scramble for scrabble

The Brothers Agarwalla, who boilerplated scrabble and changed the online board-gaming world, have shown that the traditional borders that capitalism has set for itself breaks down in an open world, writes Pratik Kanjilal.

Why we are so Olympicky

There might be a selfless reason why India insists on doing so poorly on the Olympic stage. For, in Beijing, our poor show could firm up closer relations with the host country, writes Pratik Kanjilal.

Wish a name upon a shooting star

Twisted criminal genius who tried to nuke Fort Knox in 1959, as chronicled by Ian Fleming. Also, popular epithet for Indian shooting stars. We are like this only. Pratik Kanjilal has more.

The Goody, the bad, who cares?

National versions of Big Brother, with their promotion of obscenity and ganging up have created unlikely celebs and given a new lease of life to fading stars and non-entities, writes Pratik Kanjilal.

Don’t Twitter, just punch and forget

Thanks to the SMS revolution, whatever we write comes out in ‘txtis’. But resistance is futile, because we’ve already lost the power to communicate, writes Pratik Kanjilal.

Nothing small about nano

If the Tatas carry out their threat to withdraw from Singur, it might cause political and social upheavals that are way beyond the wherewithal of a car factory, writes Pratik Kanjilal.

Kicking some of those filmi butts

The Health Minister backs the right causes but harbours a fascist streak that turns them into frightful pogroms. In India, a law against smoking in public will only fatten the wallets of the police, writes Pratik Kanjilal.

Labouring under a false reality

The fact that child participants in reality shows now raise more hackles than the thousands who labour without pay or are trafficked out, shows how we have learnt to deal with ‘reality’ in India, writes Pratik Kanjilal.

Putting mind over matter

Just how many masterminds does it take to run a terror bombing spree? The Delhi police have nominated Mohammad Atif Amin chief of the Indian Mujahideen.
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