I am back in the concrete jungle, after ushering in the new year in Ubud, Bali—it felt a lot like India, but as a European...
My most vivid memory of Amritsar is of August 14, 2005. I was at a university with prominent Indo-Pak peace champions like Kuldip Nayar and...
Spending ten days in silent meditation may sound indulgent, but it wasn’t for me. I recently went for vipassana, a practice so ancient that it...
It is around this time last year that I began rehearsing for a play I wrote, Between the Lines. It was the first time I...
By the time this article hits the press, the debate over the hanging of Yakub Memon would have been replaced with another outrage. But I...
An hour away from the traffic-ridden city of Bengaluru is the Centre For Learning (CFL). It is housed in small beautiful brick buildings, not far...
Every time I return from Cannes, all I am asked about is what I wore and why so few photos. I am expected to narcissistically...
I recently saw Margarita with Straw: a film about a young woman with cerebral palsy and her journey of self-discovery. Among other things, it made...
Jashn-e-Rekhta, a two-day celebration of Urdu in Delhi, is what got me thinking more deeply about Urdu. Along with an overwhelmingly large audience of young...
This was before Fire was released in India, but that same year, in 1998, my father came home one day, terribly shaken. He had been...
