By Dr. R. Balasubramaniam Being a South Indian in Delhi is an experience that oscillates between amusement and exasperation. From the moment I stepped into the city a few years ago, I…
By Dr. R. Balasubramaniam
Being a South Indian in Delhi is an experience that oscillates between amusement and exasperation. From the moment I stepped into the city a few years ago, I remember being greeted with the warm hospitality of North Indians — by which I mean their generous confusion about my origins.
By Dr. R. Balasubramaniam There is a peculiar arrangement in my neighbour's home that everyone there calls dog ownership. They believe they own a dog. The dog, a portly fellow named Bruno,…
By Sujata Rajpal My name is Sujata and there is no ‘h’ in my name.” That’s how I introduced myself when, twenty-five years ago, I made Mysuru my home. Landing straight from…
from a Princely State By R.G. Singh, Secretary, Ramsons Kala Pratishtana From Left: 1. Unidentified lady, 2. H.H. Yuvarani Kempucheluvajammanni (23.6.1893 to 30.12.1970), wife of H.H. Yuvaraja Kanteerava Narasimharaja Wadiyar, 3. H.H.…
