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The American presidential dream

I spent the last month traveling through the US, on a trip that took me to both coasts, through Buffalo in upstate New York and New York City, then San Francisco, the Bay Area and Palo Alto.
Section: Analysis  | Monday, May 5, 2008 21:23 IST

Gandhi’s call for ‘enchantment’ is still valid

It was startling to see a full house for Akeel Bilgrami, a philosopher from Columbia University in New York at Jnanapravaha, in Fort.
Section: Mumbai  | Friday, January 18, 2008 4:59 IST

Musings on some elephants in the living room

Mukul Kesavan is that writer, notwithstanding the fact that in this country long form non-fiction has no New Yorker or Harper’s to house it.
Section: Lifestyle  | Sunday, January 13, 2008 3:44 IST

That Stealing Feeling

This weekend I arrived early for a big fat Punjabi wedding in Delhi: the shamianas were billowing yellow and white on the lawn of a Lutyen’s bungalow on Janpath.
Section: Mumbai  | Thursday, November 22, 2007 0:06 IST

The General’s new enemies

Since the Emergency, Musharraf has only arrested political workers, lawyers and human rights activists and not a single militant.
Section: Analysis  | Sunday, November 18, 2007 3:10 IST

The anxious Rashid Rana

I went over to bask in my friend’s creativity as he was putting up his work in Chemould Gallery the other night, though I was wary at what craziness I might be drawn into.
Section: Mumbai  | Tuesday, November 13, 2007 3:10 IST

Humiliation is a greenhouse gas

A photographer and me, usually both reasonable sceptics when it comes to something like this, followed a young reporter’s idealism to Vidarbha.
Section: Mumbai  | Thursday, November 1, 2007 3:08 IST

Working out SRK

What do you do when standing next to you are Shah Rukh Khan and Lakshmi Mittal? Unfortunately you look, and so does the whole world, and from that moment on the truth starts breaking down.
Section: Mumbai  | Thursday, October 25, 2007 3:23 IST

Live music, please!

In this city of no live music, as in bands playing at bars or clubs, I came across an ill-advertised live guitar by some dude Maurizio Colonna at St Andrew’s Auditorium.
Section: Mumbai  | Thursday, October 18, 2007 3:04 IST

Out the Window

Hanging out with a publisher and writer, the latter’s fiction was the first book the former published, and they had not met up in years, seemed sweet until I realised that the publisher had made no money at all on the book.
Section: Mumbai  | Monday, October 15, 2007 20:14 IST
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