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I once had a friend—charming fellow, always first to raise a toast and last to leave the room. The kind

April 16, 2025

In Indian culture, touching the feet of elders or respected figures is a gesture of reverence. But there’s something far

April 15, 2025

Many years ago, a friend of mine—a film buff to the core—told me something curious over a shared samosa and

April 14, 2025

Ah yes, our very own Motormouth—what would television do without him? Or perhaps a better question—what would the nation not

April 13, 2025

I wondered this morning if Lazarus groaned. Not from illness—but from disappointment. I mean, imagine you’re best buddies with Jesus,

April 12, 2025

Before being elected, politicians should be made to attend a special school. Not one where economics and politics are taught—no,

April 11, 2025

It’s a strange thing, isn’t it? You speak the truth, and they say you’ve lost your marbles. No, not gently

April 10, 2025

A dear old lady, after reading my piece yesterday on “Using the whip inside the temple,” wrote to me and

April 9, 2025

On Monday, I watched a play in an auditorium, sponsored by a church in Mumbai. It was a serious production,

April 8, 2025

The other day, as I was sipping my third cup of filter kaapi at a friend’s home, I was interrupted

April 7, 2025

Two years ago, I found myself flanked by some of the sharpest minds of our times— Gopalakrishna Gandhi, Gandhiji’s grandson,

April 6, 2025

Did Moses have ulcers? I mean, he must have, right? Leading a nation of grumblers through a desert for 40

April 5, 2025

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