7 love letters to Sudha Bharadwaj

The firebrand trade unionist, lawyer and teacher is under house arrest, charged under the draconian Unlawful Activities Prevention Act, for merely representing the downtrodden and the vulnerable, the Dalits and their legal voices. But Sudha Bharadwaj has mentored so many wide-eyed law students and young lawyers eager to make a difference to our deeply unjust world that the tributes just keep pouring in, even as they wait for her to be exonerated in the court of law.

October 20,2018


Hear the Mahatma’s heart beating

The idea behind recreation of the heartbeat from his old ECG report, according to director of the museum A Annamalai, is to connect people to Gandhi not just intellectually but also emotionally

October 2,2018


Manto, the writer, was not a man

Writing, for Manto, was a violent transmission (or translation) of reality, where language speaks what it hears, and often fails to digest. Writing was Manto’s indigestible preoccupation. He was not looking for coherence, but instability. Nawazuddin Siddiqui plays Manto the way a refined artist pays tribute to another. His rendering of Manto allows you to reinvent the writer.

September 25,2018


Mother like no other

If fighting for the rights of Adivasis, fighting for workers and peasants, fighting against repression and exploitation and giving up one’s whole life for them is being a Naxalite, then I guess Naxalites are pretty good!

September 7,2018

Civil Society

To SudhaMa’am, With Love

She invoked awe and reverence as a woman who toiled amongst the most socially turbulent parts of the country with quiet strength and navigated the corridors of power with the claims of the powerless, all while exuding an air of warmth and dignity. Her own life and work evoked reverence and inspiration among even the most cynical of us.

September 1,2018


Clash of the tennis titans

Bjorn Borg versus John McEnroe, Boris Becker versus Stefan Edberg and Roger Federer versus Rafael Nadal — the gladiatorial contests made the grass court of SW 19 a thing of pure beauty, grace and nail-biting thrill.

June 28,2018


The first cup is the sweetest

I was barely six and half years old on June 25, 1983. It is my earliest memory of anything.

June 18,2018

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