A simple desultory Philippic

  I think of Zakynthos. The blue and the green, and all the flowers and colours in between. The quiet of the slow warm afternoon, sun-slante...

  Somewhere to the west, behind me, a single-line railway cuts across town from north to south. Late last evening, and again just now after ...

  “ Barrraaaa … ter-raaatt!” Sardar Karnail Singh bellowed across the paddock. And twenty sad OTs, Officer Trainees, held on to the reins in...

As the light fades across the western sky, I sit immersed in silence that is yet not quite silent. Home at an unusual hour, before the Decem...

He retired from the Indian Navy many years ago. He says we last met in 2011, though I seem to recall meeting him later in my (then) office ...

  When I checked in the morning, I found that Badosa had won. Ba. Do. Sa. The names provided one reason to stay tuned to this minor match in...

Death In the first week of a new year, Om Puri is dead. At the age of 66. I wonder what Naseeruddin Shah will have to say about him....