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In Istanbul

This city must be a cartographer’s delight. Istanbul is unlike any other city I’ve been to. Though it appears to have snatched tiny bits of other cities’ souls.
In Istanbul, I’ve become the tourist that I usually love to make a mockery of. My mouth is constantly open, my jaw perpetually falling, my desire to [...]

Music and beauty on the Underground

Everything is sudden. Like how in unexpected corners one finds music. A few nights back, a gig in the tube. I am told by a rather weird but obviously wise man sitting next to me that such things always happen when you cross Camden.
I don’t doubt it but on nights like that you are reminded [...]

On Slumdog Millionaire, and white men

In what should be nominated as one of the most comic articles in the Guardian, the rather childish and overenthusiastic Nirpal Dhaliwal writes with extreme confidence
…Indians will be upset about a westerner having a better understanding of their country than they do….
…The bitter truth is, Slumdog Millionaire could only have been made by westerners…
I have [...]

Words 2: Gurgaon, Veena, Manasu Kashtam

Words: Gurgaon, Veena, Manasu Kashtam1
Gopinath belonged to some district in Tamil Nadu. It was hard to pinpoint the exact place. Sometimes a grandfather insisted that their roots were in Tanjavoor. Another aunt put her foot down and said it had to be Kumbakonam. Over the generations, the illustrious family had inched northwards. At some [...]

Life Update

I started working with Global Voices in 2005. I’ve seen the project grow from a rather tiny blog to something that spills offline and it has introduced me to some of the most fascinating people I’ve ever known.
But it’s time for some change, and so from the coming Monday, I will no longer be [...]

An evening with SG

I’ve never talked of SG. I spent a lovely evening in Hyderabad with her family, and the funny thing is, that at the end of the day, there was no recurring bout of nostalgia.
SG was my English teacher for a few years in high school. But our connection went deeper than that. We used [...]

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