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I’m in a tiny little town in Maharashtra. It has one flyover, one temple for B.R. Ambedkar, one spa, two Continue reading
I’m in a tiny little town in Maharashtra. It has one flyover, one temple for B.R. Ambedkar, one spa, two Continue reading
The building I live in has what we fondly like to call a “lobby” on the ground floor. This means Continue reading
Omair Ahmad’s “The Storyteller’s Tale” opens with a poet in front of an open road. Behind him is a city Continue reading
Or Why I Cannot Be Reduced to a Tweet. This is what I’ve done over the past 48 hours (in Continue reading
Someone tell Barack Obama’s PR machine to stop. The whole world knows he is most awesome. Ok, so he authorised Continue reading
Many years ago, I met a man who ran a little production company at a party. He told me he Continue reading
Here’s the good news about the Indian elections: it looks like about 65% of this country is going to come Continue reading
I’m back and a-blogging. Which considering how much work I have ahead of me is a brilliant April Fool’s joke. Continue reading