Category: India
Indian democracy is at crossroads because it did not experience any intellectual revolution
Begging, your honour, is a crime; It embarrasses the nation, Which, as everybody knows, is Full of hype and elation. In fact, hunger by itself Is a most heinous crime; Images of hungry millions Shame those who eat all the time. After all, between the image and The reality, the former matters most; Read more…
How Violence Is Used as a Tool of the State
We spend the rest of the hour with the legendary, award-winning author Arundhati Roy. She won the Booker Prize in 1997 for her novel “The God of Small Things.” In 2017, 20 years after the publication of her first novel, she published another work of fiction, just out in paperback, titled “The Ministry of Utmost Read more…
The honourable Chairman of the Rajya Sabha has ab initio rejected the motion for removal of the Chief Justice of India, signed by sixtyfour Members of Parliament. One Member, namely, the reputed Senior Advocate, Kapil Sibal, has contended that in acting as a quasi-judicial persona, the honou-rable Chairman has engaged in an “illegal” determination on the petition. Mr Sibal’s Read more…
Twenty years ago, Indian writer Arundhati Roy published her debut novel, “The God of Small Things.” It won the ultra-prestigious Man Booker prize and propelled her to international fame. But it was not until last year that her second novel, “The Ministry of Utmost Happiness,” was published. Both her novels are beautiful, powerful epic stories. Read more…
In the creative hands and minds of our farmers and artisans lie the freedom from fossil fuels which are destroying both the planet and the meaningful work
Metaphors are cruel things, never easy to deploy. It will have to be said that the genius of deploying metaphors after all distinguishes a Shakespeare from an Amit Shah
Let us understand that when we recommend that Muslim men jettison the skull cap and Muslim women the burqa, we are saying “why can’t a Muslim be more like a Hindu.”
You who are decreed to be invisible, Expiring dutifully in gutters, Keeping us clean without being seen, Making no claim to human status— How you rose like tsunami, drowning City after sinful city in a rage of Awakening that left duty and shame Behind—unburdened of the shackles Framed by those who neither do duty, Nor know shame. Read more…