Here is a brief list before we begin. * Heartrending stories of utter destitution inside a slum and/or on the pavements? Check. * Soul crushing tales of a poor AIDS or terminally-ill patient rotting away in a Government hospital? Check. * Tales of police brutality and bureaucratic corruption endured by a
A commentary on the child trafficking racket run by Mother Teresa's NGO, Missionaries of Charity
Your Honourable Excellency Shri Pranab Mukherjee, At the outset, please do not mistake me for addressing you thus. It was a reminder to myself to congratulate you because it was in your tenure that you got rid of the colonially hungover protocol of using “Excellency” while addressing the President. Please
And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, That showed the rogues they lied: The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died. This classic elegy by Oliver Goldsmith best sums up the graceless
This column is authored by Kashyap Naik, a practising lawyer. In a recent speech during August 2017 at Bangalore, Amit Shah, the national president of BJP, interestingly cited a few fundamentals for a political party: “The worth and credibility of a political party is mainly determined by three factors, (a)
And so it begins again. As the release date for Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s latest opium-addled celluloid perversity approaches, all manner of politicisation has erupted once again. If Karni Sena’s preemptory antics are on the one side, its wealthy, celebrity Sepoy cousin, Devdutt Pattnaik is on the other.
Preface I couldn’t help rummaging some archives as I watched the visuals of a vegetating “Kalaignar” “Mr” “Dr” “Thiru” Muthuvel Karunanidhi flashing a disabled smile at Prime Minister Narendra Modi who met him in November 2017. One of the greatest ironies of history is the ability of successive generations
Barkha Dutt lost the moral authority to criticise Kapil Sibal long ago when she abandoned all journalistic norms.
The bugle for the upcoming Gujarat Assembly polls has been sounded by an uncanny candidate: the Far Left viper-pit named The Wire, which suddenly woke up to what it calls “the golden touch” of Jay Amit Shah, son of BJP President, Amit Shah. The story, incorrectly filed under the
I just got back to Bengalooru only to find it reeling under the twin-sledgehammers of unending downpour and Siddaramaiah. Like me, the gentle people of Bangalore and Karnataka, far from complaining, actually welcome the rains. If sunlight is the best disinfectant, rain is the best visual broadcaster. Of lifting