“Chinaman, Chinaman chow chow chow/ kutta bola bow wow wow…!” These first two lines of a childhood ditty my dad used to dote me with kept drumming i...

A JOLT TO THE CONSCIENCE – a review of DI’s play at Sampreeti by AMIT DUTT It was a fitting commemoration of Language Movement D...

Carousing on cuisine and more!   The weather was in transition. Winter was on the wane, and summer was knocking at our doors. What better affable c...

The stage was set for some latent talent that was to be exposed later in the evening. Colourful balloons added to the feeling of merriment. The crisp winter evening wa...

From getting up with the sun on a Sunday winter morning, reluctantly leaving a warm bed, to returning tired but contented after sundown, lots of things can happen. Lik...