Pune teenager Krushnaa Patil climbed Mt Everest recently and spent half an hour on top of the world. But strangely, it wasn’t quite the whoohoo moment she thought it would be. Her Everest moment had come a little before the summit...
He loved the quiet life in Kerala: the settled job, the quaint club with a pool full of frogs, perhaps even the growing paunch. Now, he explains the physics of arranged marriages to Yanks. Besides selling spices, that is
In these times when success is determined by numbers, poetry is a marginal mode of communication. Perhaps what the poet should look for is the intensity of his readership, not its size
If an etching of her presence on the template of history is what she wanted, that’s all she’ll have got at the end. Here’s how we’ll remember her
This author lost his boyhood to science fiction. It was a bit like Dante’s hell: abandon ye all hope, those who enter here