A Thousand Words

The Bolly-Embrace

The Bolly-Embrace

Even the most generous among us are snobs about something. Maybe it’s your unparalleled biryani recipe; maybe the tennis shoes you wear. Maybe the class you fly, the car you drive, highbrow magazines, or independent movies. “Snobbery” does suggest an objectionably...

What Would Shaw Say?

The word “playwright” has always evoked for me one name: George Bernard Shaw. I discovered Shaw, or GBS as most Brits would call him, in 1975, after borrowing his Collected Works from the British Council Library. I would pull a chair onto a patch of grass...
Obsessed with The Sopranos

Obsessed with The Sopranos

Ok. I will fess up to the truth. I have been watching The Sopranos. Ironically, the show hardly entered my consciousness during its run because I refused to pay for HBO and because I do not watch crime dramas. But when, at its conclusion, The New Yorker dubbed The...
Sanjaya, the Anti-Ambassador

Sanjaya, the Anti-Ambassador

When I was in high school, my best friend Chitra and I won a debating trophy. We had traveled by cycle rickshaw to a vernacular school in the old part of Nagpur, dressed in uniforms of navy blue skirts and white blouses. Our Sanskrit teacher, whom we called Pathak...