Benazir Bhutto’s assassination marks another sad and volatile chapter in South Asia that is likely to be misunderstood here and elsewhere.
The more we see Hillary Clinton, watch her unfold herself and unfurl her strategy, the more we are forced to think of our own Hillary -- Indira Gandhi.
We have deadened our sense of hearing and created walls of sound to overcome the fright of singularity that we had never known in the land of our birth.
Almost everyone in this country is coming to the uncomfortable recognition that the war with Iraq is as good as lost or at best it is on the verge of a major failure.
If only for a brief, but bright, spell, Americans are fed up with hypocritical Right Wing blowhards. The Lord at last has issued his thundering
Bombay Dreams is a hodge-podge of clichéd, uninspiring lines meshed together to punctuate one dance number from the next.
What's that space between a green card and citizenship?
The single great gift of Amartya Sen's book The Argumentative Indian is the perfect symbiosis of substance and style.
There is still the totem pole of respect and we NRIs have not reached any higher since the time we left India - only our price of admission went up.