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.
Indicating that the initial public offering for Coal India Limited could be postponed beyond August, the government today said that it will wait for good market conditions to launch it.
The very moment Courtney Love drawls and crawls her way into the first track on Nobody’s Daughter, you’ll have the urge to throw a large bouquet of roses at her, writes Indrajit Hazra.
The genuine possibility of the Left not ruling Bengal next year is as surreal to me as that of America becoming a Third World nation to a communist, writes Indrajit Hazra.
In view of the alarming reaction to the impending publication of The Red Sari in India, I would like to categorically state that it was never my intention to bruise the feelings of Sonia Gandhi, her relatives or members of the Congress (Cong hits back at Spanish writer, says his book full of falsehoods, June 5).
If I look at it dispassionately, 1986 wasn’t a good year. I was still in high school, not junior enough to remain oblivious each time a girl from another school sat next to me in the pool bus, not senior enough to do anything about it.
Since public interest in the Bhopal gas tragedy and in former Union Carbide Chairman Warren Anderson’s ‘safe passage’ has been resuscitated after the recent court verdict, I have been eager to take a look at, if not actually meet, Arjun Singh. Indrajit Hazra
As the head of COC, the queen should have at least sent a Corgi or two. But no. Instead of a couple of cute dogs that may have gone in heat in the Delhi heat, she sends Buckingham Palace’s resident David Hasselhoff. Indrajit Hazra writes.
Is the ‘new’ Jimi Hendrix album dated? It’s a valid question not only because all but one of the dozen tracks in this album were recorded in 1969 (one song was recorded in 1967), but also because most of the numbers, in other takes and forms, have been around, scattered in previous releases since the extraordinary guitarist-songwriter-singer’s death in 1970. Indrajit Hazra writes.