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...
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...
