Figures from Galileo to Einstein to Oppenheimer have always insisted that the scientist is morally responsible for the uses he allows his work to be put to. Their Indian counterparts are surely not above this.
Ruchir Joshi
Editor
Living outside Calcutta, Ruchir Joshi looks back—only to see he's been doubly exiled
A long overdue dose of the magical-subcontinental by an 'Indian' writer
The old list of ping-pong-ball-headed Indian monkeys that Sellers drew on is now outdated. The time is ripe for a new typology of the urban post-modern Hindustani purush.
Did that touring moon-rock ever make it to Karnal? I doubt it but it stays with me—she made it closer to the moon than I ever will.
"Emancipation", "feminism", "women's issues", is it all just PC lip service?
Okay, somebody please release blood-coloured smoke from the high chimney of Homicide House, for we, at last, seem to have found someone who fits the bill.
This 343-pg medium-fat-boy comes with plenty of surface sass and shiny digit-beads. Sure, it's kind of readable, (slong as u in't expectin a deep Joyce Ulysses type multi-level PDA)
No need to buy this strange little compilation for your bathroom bookshelf, go read it at a bookstore in half-an-hour.
Perhaps it's time to imagine an Indian New Man into existence...
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