Letter From The Editor
Democracy sometimes teaches strange lessons, and the strangest of them all is currently being acted out in the remote Northeastern state of Assam. Since January…
Democracy sometimes teaches strange lessons, and the strangest of them all is currently being acted out in the remote Northeastern state of Assam. Since January…
NEWS does not have to scream from the headlines to be news. In fact, it is probably one of the failings of the media that…
There can be little more excitement for the media than to chronicle political events from inception to climax. Opportunities tend to be rare, but as…
It is like being thrown about in an ideological cocktail shaker. You get off a gleaming passenger jet and drive over a soaring expressway to…
From the Editor At Business Today we write about companies all the time. Often, it is a top-down view. We meet the Chief Executive Officer,…
From the Editor Looking down at my bowl of gazpacho at dinner one recent night. I realised that I do not own a single moustache…
Hiteswar Saikia was last Fortnight trying to settle into the hottest seat in India-the chief ministers hip of Assam. The diminutive, balding ‘politician had been…
All private secretaries to Union ministers are equal, but S.R. Bhatia is more equal. Bhatia is the private secretary to Prakash Chand Sethi, the Union…
The fuse has been burning for almost four years and the mood in the state has passed through all the faces of anger, despair and…
It was beyond the ken of a civilised society, a blood spattered vindication of a heartless government’s sudden constitutional piety. The carnage began with a…
Qutab Minar, the 72.5-metre-high monolithic tower that Iltutmish built 750 years ago, witnessed two shocks in its hoary life-span. In 1368, it was struck by…
I know no one can do me no harm because happiness is a warm gun. Yes it is. …
So Ham-Handed and desperate for representatives of any stature in Assam has the Congress(I) become that it has jettisoned all concern for decorum and dignity…
I am your valuable,/The Pure gold baby,/That melts to a shriek,/I turn and burn,/Do not think I underestimate your/great concern./Ash, ash/You poke and stir,/Flesh, bone,…
We can barely keep count of ourselves, leave alone migrants The Fates Of the four million people whose names did not appear in the ‘complete…