Lechery In The Time Of Gout: A Domestic Idyll

A left-behind bride fends off unwelcome attentions in a story within a story in Amitabha Bagchi’s latest

We Asked Them For Stories

You will, woncha? By mid-October? While the goddess is straw still?.... Oh, but to count the bellows of the...

The Ghosts Of Khushwant Singh's Delhi

We are answerable for having let our religious identities drive us to killing each other. Khushwant Singh has...

Amitabha Bagchi

The Never Forgetters

Naipaul’s passe, our national secularism project needs new legs

The Beliefs That Never Were

Manu Joseph’s second novel has established him as a sui generis voice in Indian fiction.

We, The Corrupt

With the first decade of this century has come a growing realization that corruption is not limited to the...

Am I A Product Of The Institutions I Attended?

Unstructured learning in structured learning environments: A personal view

Branching Out

Sometimes having a set of developed characters is not enough; it is necessary for them to do something to or...

We, The Corrupt

With the first decade of this century has come a growing realization that corruption is not limited to the...

The Verticality Of City Buildings

We read the history of the city every time we look out on it...We write the history of the city every time we...

The End Of Custody

In which the requirements of literary greatness are revealed to the author, in mathematical terms, no less,...

What's In A Namesake?

"The Namesake: Casting call for extras. Wanted Bengali Males." Rarely does an email call upon not just my...