I’ll miss the birds in my garden, but will they miss me?
If only the Kashmir imbroglio would end, India, Pakistan, as well as the two Punjabs would see tremendous...
The sky is brassy, the trees, the birds and even the monkeys from Raisina Hill who regularly traipse through...
Rural Punjab retains its spirit and inventiveness; the Sutlej is another story
On how the Sawhneys became big purveyors of fine spirits
Dunhuang’s majestic Buddhist murals ought to be known better here
Ashish Bose considers population issues, and has equal time for both prominent and humble—a true demographer
One continuous crowded hill with vehicles, crowds, noise and anything but the lovely Kipling’s Shimla...
A people’s initiative for hockey with lessons to learn from
I am impressed with what Sujit Saraf, from IIT and Berkeley, has achieved in this book.
Bangladesh’s development story surprised me. The figures given by our embassy were impressive; a growth...
When we went to the Shivpuri jungle in 1950, daaku Maan Singh was the great Robin Hood of India. He was a...
The Chandigarh of Nehru and Corbusier has almost become a curiosity for a stream of visitors from the West...
As the Shatabdi wended its way south, we passed a continuous landscape of dusty fields with dispirited men...
India-Pakistan cricket fed a chauvinist imperative for decades. The liberal wind in the willows changed all...
Empire's marionette, Duleep Singh could only align his life with an idle absurdity
Republic Day was always long on ceremony, now it's short on grace too