This special edition of Open is a celebration of arguments, and we have invited some of the brightest from the world of ideas to make the name of this magazine the abiding ideal of India.

I have not found a better creativity-of-dissent narrative than Emily Parker’s Now I Know Who My Comrades Are: Voices from the Internet Underground

How Manmohan Singh wrecked his party— and defeated Rahul Gandhi even before Narendra Modi could

India today is not the ideal place for a revolution, no matter what hallucinations propel Arvind Kejriwal.

Rahul’s Hitler invocation is in tune with the lazy intellectual tradition of our undergraduate radicals and peanut socialists

No autocrat as sanguineous as Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin is at work today, and it’s nostalgia that drives his extraterritorial ambition.

In the summer thriller of 2014, history sets the stage for India to choose between the fatal and the fabulous.

The pornography of poverty is the aesthetic of the desperate populist. And there is no place more rewarding than India for him. Pornography sells, and when poverty is marketed as wretchedness over which we have no control, it sells more

On Planet Kejriwal, martyrdom, no matter however stage- managed, is a prerequisite for further growth

In India, faith may not be in power but the faithful is empowered by the State that is not committed to freedom