HindustanTimes Tue,23 Dec 2014

Indrajit Hazra

That’s all folks!

This is the last Red Herring that will appear in this paper. Like all bad things (and, come to think of it, good things too), this column also had to come to an end, writes Indrajit Hazra.

Pre-flight reading

Since I was off to the Jaipur Literature Festival, described correctly and cunningly as ‘the largest free literary festival on Earth’, I thought it would be apt to while away my hours by watching readers in the airport.

Fooling around

By virtue of his quirkiness, the fool can get away with proverbial murder. But where he differs from the hero, another extraordinary member of society, is that he is not expected to work wonders.

The lost Mughals

The Mughals: Life, Art and Culture at the Indira Gandhi National Centre for the Arts with its Mughal miniatures, bursting with colour and crammed dexterously on very finite flat surfaces, highlight what we all instinctively know about Mughal art. Indrajit Hazra writes.

Since 2013 started, we've been thinking of 2014

If 2013 has been marked by a spate of retirements in the world of cricket, the biggest announcement of leaving the field came this week from pop wunder hair-style Justin Bieber. Indrajit Hazra writes.

Bowling them over

While in democratic politics it isn’t considered polite to seek the demolition of the ‘batting side’, in essence, that is what every opposition worth its salt aims to do.

Sick and unnatural

There’s only one wish I have for the future of this country: that its children and their children — all heterosexual and created from the natural vitamins and juices of heterosexuality — live in an India free of squinty-eyed perverts, writes Indrajit Hazra.

Not all who voted for the AAP realise what it could entail

By the time you read this, you'll have known whether the Aam Aadmi Party (AAP) has played the role of a spoiler, spoilsport or gatherer of spoils in the Delhi assembly elections. Indrajit Hazra writes.

Making the most of the voters’ day out

It’s not only about exercising your democratic right. Going out to vote in winter can be old-style neighbourhood fun, Indrajit Hazra writes.

When the perpetrator is one of us

What happens if the crime is rape, a crime that we tell our friends and family to be wary of and intolerant against, never thinking it necessary to warn them of committing? Indrajit Hazra writes.

Screechin' Saa-chin!

Sachin Tendulkar is no more. One of my neighbours, a moderately big hirsute man, has been weeping incessantly since Friday morning when the Greatest Human Being Ever was dismissed by some Indo-Guyanese chap whose name really doesn't matter.

Opium polls, yes/no?

In an ideal world, only performances, issues and promises should make parties win or lose elections. Speeches and opinion polls made by various politicians across parties do indeed colour our judgement. Indrajit Hazra writes.

Forget cars, planes, in India, air-conditioners speak of luxury

In India, there is still something inherently lascivious about possessing an air-conditioner.  Recently, Congress vice-president Rahul Gandhi too raked up the issue, when he said the BJP’s brand of politics “is the politics of air-conditioners and corporate houses”.  Indrajit Hazra writes.

From Modi to Lalu, pity dominates poll campaigns

Like in all matters that involve seduction, earning votes, too, is not only about getting the proverbial girl, but also about fobbing off other predatory suitors. Indrajit Hazra writes.

Our history was as much flesh and blood as our present

The black and white photos of the past unobtrusively force us to believe that the world they inhabited was also a black and white one, shorn of any colour that we find ourselves swimming in. Indrajit Hazra writes.
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