At The Intersection Of Art And Meaning I got down at Charing Cross station to go to Trafalgar Square. I had been to the National…
Why do people read memoirs? More precisely, why do I read memoirs? That is the question I have asked myself often, and recently too when…
George Fernandes was an enigma to his adversaries and followers alike. In his (Marathi) book ‘Susat George’ (which may be loosely translated as ‘George the…
“Finally! Finally!! The four rapists have been hanged.” Lulu, my parrot listened to me but did not respond. He moved a tad closer to me….
Moving from a commercial organisation (where I worked for thirty-seven years) to an NGO is like getting down from a car and go for a…
Getting familiar with their projects became essential as I was invited to join Aroehan as a trustee. Aroehan works in the Jawhar – Mokhada area…
After graduating in science, I enrolled for post-graduation in Industrial Relations. I was as comfortable studying industrial relations as a cyclist would be driving a…
‘Calm above water, feet going crazy below.’ That’s how I describe Himanshu Bhatt with whom I share a strong bond of friendship, and deep respect….
I heard that Tridal had exported ‘Bhajani’ to USA. So, I decided to meet the people behind Tridal. I knew the activities of Tridal. Dr…
