
Bundling Borges into Bandra
I am now officially one of the employed. This has, for reasons inexplicable to me, led to me re-reading some Continue reading
I am now officially one of the employed. This has, for reasons inexplicable to me, led to me re-reading some Continue reading
(From The Telegraph.) Unlike the sadhus we generally see on tv, at least this one’s an honest cheat, which is Continue reading
Now this is how a festival diary should be written. Paul Beckett, you, sir, are a genius. (Not that he’s Continue reading
A couple of days ago, I mused that I wasn’t sure if the government of Rajasthan deserved the Wimp of Continue reading
Since my own sense of humour seems to have gone on an indefinite strike, I am going to outsource some Continue reading
This is rare. I’m so livid that I don’t actually know how to start. I also wrote “know” as “no” Continue reading
Homai Vyarawalla, India’s first woman photojournalist, died earlier today. The last time I saw her was in 2010, when the Continue reading
It’s about to be one of these entirely surreal Kolkata-in-winter Sundays. Derby in the morning, darling, I was informed. This Continue reading