Anushree Majumdar
You’ve grown up with Big B and it pains you to see the advertisements for a range of thingamajigs.
Ruskin Bond feels that, like Copperfield, he too came of age and told his story
You’ve grown up with Big B and it pains you to see the advertisements for a range of thingamajigs. Whatever happened to Babu Moshai, Anthony Gonsalves
Blogging crept into Indian cyberspace, stealthily, like a virus, almost five years ago. Since then it’s become a huge movement and Satya Prabhakar, CE
Picture this: You've taken the day off after lying to your boss about a severe intestinal infection because you had promised your son you'll help him
The Bollywood fan club on blogosphere just got firangi—with voices from as far as Fiji and South Korea, Austria and the US
The auditorium at the India Islamic Cultural Centre in the Capital was packed to capacity with bureaucrats, along with their wives who had all come fo
Hopping Pot is a postscript to Harry Potter but the magic is there, in Aesop doses
With 69 films, both amateur and professional, Twilight ’08 certainly doesn’t leave viewers short-changed. The film festival, organised by the Sri Auro
Raheel Lakhani questions the links between terrorists and religion in ‘A reaction is all they needed’.
“Shakti always wanted to put up a prize for a deserving first book,” said Jeet Thayil, poet and the late Shakti Bhatt’s husband.
Beneath the glass top lies a carefully careless heap of papers. One of them is displayed regally, like a king among the courtiers-Octavio Paz’s pen sc
In far simpler times, “literary” was followed by “criticism” rather than “agent”. And then a young woman called Arundhati Roy won the Booker Prize — a
Basharat Peer and I are watching a replay of the Armistice Day ceremony on the flat-screen TV at Market Café.
Basharat Peer and I are watching a replay of the Armistice Day ceremony on the flat-screen TV at Market Café.
Nobel laureate Nadine Gordimer is arguably one of the greatest living writers in the English language. Anushree Majumdar caught up with her in New Del
Shelli Koffman was trying to connect to the wi-fi network at Choko La in Khan Market last evening. She had found a Democrat, who hadn’t cast her vote
In far simpler times, “literary” was followed by “criticism” rather than “agent”.
Devdutt Pattanaik (in the picture) chuckled when I gaped at him in shock.
Chetan Bhagat did not consider himself an Indian author, cutting across masses, in the true sense of the term all this time.
Not everyone quits a job to think up a story of a rickshawpuller’s son who writes letters to 'Mr Premier' Wen Jiabao over seven days.
Jeet Thayil mentions this Macaulay moment in poetry when W.B. Yeats, after praising Rabindranath Tagore much, revised his opinion and wrote to friend
Duleep Singh, the last maharaja of Punjab, comes alive, along with a host of other forgotten people in Navtej Sarna’s new novel The Exile (Penguin, Rs
The young man, a kind of Adonis, is dressed in rich robes and wears a crown of leaves. He gently looks down at a bunch of flowers in his hand as if to
Rita Ganguly sits gracefully in spite of the heat when we meet at the Terrace Café at Triveni Kala Sangam. Further, she shows no sign of hurrying up o
