Let’s (sub)merge the season and the parliamentary session Parliament reports are drenched in rain cliches during the monsoon session. It’s easy-peasy since politics is a low, lying area prone to flooding by scams. The budget.
Let’s unleash as much passion on canines as on bovines In Hindi idiom, the dhobi’s dog is this stateless creature belonging to neither ‘ghar na ghat’ But it’s strange how ‘It’s a dog’s life’ became.
It’s great to be put to grass – actually not figuratively The mark of a great city, methinks, is not a concrete clutter of spears stabbing the sky to death, but the number of open.
The beloved streets are dead. Killed by greed and spurious glory Namita Devidayal’s STOI piece on Mumbai losing its streetscapes reminded me of ‘Fuiji’. My old aunt steadfastly refused to move out of her Dalal.
Alas, I’m not part of the Jaipur Literature Festival’s exalted caravan, but I sneaked into its London gig thanks to Vayu Naidu. Our ‘Jab We Met’ script dates to 1997, when she’d visited Bengaluru in.