Race 2 Midnight Children

Look at that. The two films I’ve seen this week actually can be strung together to make a sentence. Sort Continue reading →

Mr. Rushdie, I presume

So Salman Rushdie’s memoir, Joseph Anton, is out. It’s about his fatwa years and it’s 630-ish pages. I think it’s priced Continue reading →

Put in Perspective

One of the Indian intelligentsia’s tragedies is that to campaign for the right to self-expression, more often than not, we Continue reading →

And We Have A Winner

A couple of days ago, I mused that I wasn’t sure if the government of Rajasthan deserved the Wimp of Continue reading →

Salman Rushdie and the Jaipur Literature Festival

This is rare. I’m so livid that I don’t actually know how to start. I also wrote “know” as “no” Continue reading →

Write and Wrong

Being in a family of overachievers can be tough, especially when they do anything they put their mind to effortlessly Continue reading →

And the Gimp goes to…

Now that we’re well and truly in 2009, and I’m no longer living from hangover to hangover (what is it Continue reading →

Flashback

Among the many things I’m thankful to Maike Kollenrott for, one is the Moleskine. She was the one who got Continue reading →