So here is the overwhelming thing. It is the anniversary of 1984 riots. It was Aishwarya Rai’s birthday yesterday and it is Shahrukh Khan’s birthday today and on top of that.. Bond..James Bond is wowing audience worldwide. So the media is in a tizzy trying to keep up. Why am I clubbing the 1984 […]
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Just A Little Riot
Every Indian at some time or another has come face-to-face with communal disquiet. A few such memories and stories found their way in my first book Perfect Eight. For a young girl brought up in a uncompromisingly secular home, the Babri Masjid demolition was a devastating event. As were the 1984 riots. Both shattered this […]
Across the barbed fence
It is not easy to love your neighbour across a barbed fence. Not easy to see that history is never just about us or them but about everyone who has lived and breathed and suffered and walked on this planet. That an individual matters as much as a nation. It is hard to see ourselves and others through a […]
Fiction Floats When Light
“I don’t think, you read. Ask people who know about books to tell you which ones should be reviewed,” thus spake the boss. For the fourth time possibly. “We do read, sir,” I finally said. Carefully, removing the ‘I’ from the debate. ‘I’ was not a word you used EVER during the weekly meeting. “I […]