I participated last week in a day-long festival of ideas and conversation on gender empowerment. It was a panel discussion with Sharmila Tagore, moderated by...
Since I have dived into my Manto film, wearing the hats of a writer, director and producer, my Sundays look like Mondays. However, Sundays remain...
Our Independence Day is meant to be a reminder of the incredible idea of India that has endured many odds. Yet, this August, I just...
I recently read a very moving account by someone named Jamie Davenport, who was travelling on a local train to Boston. Next to her were...
This comes to you from Paris, a city I first visited exactly twenty years ago, and several times since. And thought I was done with...
Yesterday was the last day of my son’s school and his most favourite teacher, Peter, was leaving for good. An American, who had come for...
These days Vihaan, my son, and Manto, my protagonist, consume me fully. And in different ways, I experience the joy and struggle of being with...
Twenty-five years ago, I walked with thousands of farmers, tribals and activists in a five-week Sangharsh Yatra. The solidarity march was in the states along...
The problem with monthly columns is that anything one wants to say about a pressing recent incident has already been said. But this month, even...
I seldom feel like responding to accusations or giving explanations, but today I want to reflect aloud and explain my side of the story. The...
