Turns out, this column is as relevant now as it was when I wrote it, almost two weeks ago.
Gone are the days when newspaper vendors gave you newspapers hot off the press.
It took two women corroborating Tanushree Dutta’s allegations for everyone to believe her. Until that happened, Dutta was on her own.
Since JK Rowling has got all of us talking about snake-people…
He died 63 years ago, but Saadat Hasan Manto’s words can still give you goosebumps
On Manmarziyan, Amrita Pritam and Amrita Pritam.
Nothing good ever came of salad, even word salad. Caution: a feminist was harmed in the reading of this.
Members of an NGO named Save the Indian Family performed last rites for “marital relations” and feminism. Aum swaha
Usually, RIP trips off the tongue when someone passes away, but I don’t want Sir Vidia to rest in peace.
“Poet, sister: words —
whether we like it or not —
stand in a time of their own.”
"The satiny material of her burkha shone where it caught the sunlight. It stretched, dipped, billowed and moulded against her body because of the wind. The magnifying glass inched down her form, past the arc of her covered head, along the fluid lines of wind-puffed material. Hadpude didn’t blink. He just looked. His eyes travelled from head to toe, from photo to photo."