Today, one of my favorite articles, is from Krishnaraj Iyengar, who has written about happiness, or more specifically how Finland has been named the happiest country in the world second year in a row. What makes its people so happy? And what exactly is happiness?
The world is witnessing unprecedented transitions, especially in the six key areas of geopolitics, geography, geoeconomy, technology, environment (transition from carbon to green energy), and the shift of economic power from the Organization for Economic Co-operation and Development (OECD) to the emerging economies of the Global South.
A new coffee table book of black and white photographs, to be globally launched in October, captures underlying threads of unity in the seemingly disjointed and marginalized world in the outskirts of a city
Are all rebellions of the common individual worthy? What about when in that rebellion the common individual is pitted against the common individual?
In the vast ocean of scholarly interpretations that exist as far as the Mahabharata is concerned, “The Mahabharata in Global Political and Social Thought” edited by Milinda Banerjee and Julian Strube has arrived like a tsunami of new ideas.
Earlier this week, I watched the absolutely amazing, utterly understated Bengali film, “Apish….The Office”, directed by Sudeshna Roy and Abhijit Guha, the movie making duo who, going by their outstanding oeuvre over the years, have mastered the art of telling the subtle stories of everyday lives of everyday people without screaming from the rooftops.
I am genuinely grateful, as always, for the letters and comments, known in common parlance as “feedback”, from our dear readers. They are precious. Their thoughts are insightful and incisive. Sometimes they are supportive of ideas expressed. Sometimes extremely critical.
Another attack on a girl in the city. Another round of screaming and shouting. Another set of outraged outbursts. Another vicious cycle of venom spewing. Mud slinging. Blame games.
When we drive we listen to the radio. When we work we listen to the radio. And Durga Puja is ushered in by the radio. Let’s not forget. Long live the radio.
Last week I had written about the gradual dwindling of journalistic credibility in media today. Expectedly, I received a number of reactions from readers, friends and family which ranged from appreciation….mostly from old timers who associate journalism with unequivocal non-conformism….to exclamations of outright incredulity
Over the years, however, the credibility of journalism has taken a huge hit.
Today, Sunday, 11 May, is Mothers’ Day. I agree with those who feel that keeping just one day aside, annually, the second Sunday in May, for the celebration of the one individual whom we can take for granted to love us unconditionally is not enough. Every day belongs to our mothers.
Shiv Sena MP Arvind Ganpat Sawant is a familiar name in India’s political circles. The politician who represents the coveted Mumbai constituency says he is essentially a social worker.
Winds whipped up the deep dark waters of the river Muri Ganga which stretches for four kilometres from the delta island of Sagar Deep (which means “sea island” in Bengali) to the first port on the mainland, called Lot Number 8.
On an August afternoon six years ago, I called my good friend Kumar Tiku, author and United Nations project developer who happened to be a displaced Kashmiri Pandit.
