When Green Turns To Grey

When Green Turns To Grey

I live in a colony called the National Media Centre in Gurgaon. It is one of the oldest housing societies in Gurgaon….well before the path of supposed progress made its way here with glass fronted buildings and unruly traffic increasing in direct proportion to basic amenities such as water, electricity and roads decreasing. ** A veritable […]

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Democracy Is Such A Lonely Word..

Democracy Is Such A Lonely Word..

    “Justice will not be served until those who are unaffected are as outraged as those who are.”-Benjamin Franklin ** It is 10 am and  near Bangalore’s Austin Town Circle, a crowd is slowly gathering around the Ambedkar statue. Young students from St Joseph’s college, volunteers from NGOs, nuns, workers of assorted political parties, […]

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The Victim Vs Us

The Victim Vs Us

My wife drives. She is way ahead when it comes to this particular skill. Sometimes sitting next to her while she is driving helps me understand what she is up against whenever she gets behind the steering wheel. Most male drivers in the city don’t like women driving. This is regardless of the class they […]

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Fall From Grace

Fall From Grace

I am an Indian based out of Singapore and this is a short chronicle of my feelings about my home since I left it to make a living in a foreign country in January 2006.  My husband and I moved to Singapore in pursuit of our personal dreams and aspirations around six years back.  Our […]

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A Little Respect Please

A Little Respect Please

When you look at a  tragedy, it is not the magnitude of statistics that counts in the end but the human cost, the value of each life lost. Yes, we are a democracy and that is why even after losing so many innocent citizens, the unprotected,the unprivileged, the unacknowledged ordinary people in countless terrorist attacks, […]

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Bitter Truth

Bitter Truth

Shortly after I landed in Agartala towards the end of 1988, some seemingly philosophical questions confronted me. All for the wrong reasons, you know. Not because I was a Bengali who loved squandering time on theoretical balderdash. This was, after all, my first job and I intended to retain it. Come hell or high water. […]

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The Price of Truth…

The Price of Truth…

Truth is hard to speak. And harder to live. No one knows that better than a journalist. After 16 years of working in the media and assorted newspapers, I have no illusions left about the purpose of reporting. The hunger for truth does not alone drive the media houses. They tell little but sell a lot more.  Yes, new stories […]

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