The emasculation of individuals and institutions continues with a degree of brazenness hitherto not seen, with the political class riding roughshod when faced with a difficult adversary not willing
The fox is out of the cage and the hunt has begun. There is trepidation and anticipation depending on which side of the political divide you stand on in a rabidly polarised India.
Dreams and reality are often conflated, that is the essence of magical realism. Emma Allman describes it succinctly – Magical realism can feel more nebulous than your average genre.
A dysfunctional government always resembles the theatre of the absurd. All attempts to kibosh this maladjusted system often result in more flaws and warts appearing.
Under the new cricket dispensation in India, only three selectors were appointed, with one of them being the chairman.
“Get ready for a broken f...ing arm.” Oz skipper Michael Clarke displaying characteristic Australian machismo threatened James Anderson during an Ashes Test match.
There are many different types of people – thinkers and doers, dreamers and visceral betrayers, conscientious and extroverts and of course scoundrels and scallywags or match stick men.
Like an onion, the more you peel, the more the odour and tears.
When cornered, why is it that political formations revert to default settings? More importantly, why do these default settings smack of basic instinct and are driven by primal fear?
A shadowy figure — Moin Akhtar Qureshi — crops up like a tedious inevitability of an unloved season in cases involving CBI Directors.