Among my close friends during early years of Star of Mysore and Mysooru Mithra till about 1994 was H.S. Shankaralingegowda. I came to know him when he barged into my office, an…
Among my close friends during early years of Star of Mysore and Mysooru Mithra till about 1994 was H.S. Shankaralingegowda. I came to know him when he barged into my office, an angry youngman in a white bushcoat tucked into his well pressed beige-coloured pants well held in place with a black belt and wearing black shoes. Well dressed. Lean, tall and swarthy. His speech was quick-silver in Kannada and smattering of English. He was angry and restless.
India seems to have developed a peculiar relationship with humour. We are confused about what comedy actually is. Every offensive remark is treated as either a national crisis or a Constitutional issue.…
By Dr. K. Javeed Nayeem, MD A small news item buried deep inside my newspaper caught my eye today. It said that the National Medical Commission (NMC), the body that governs and…
For years, D.K. Shivakumar was the eternal bridesmaid of Karnataka politics. He was always close to power, always indispensable to the Congress party, but never quite the chosen one. Now, at last,…
