Indian business books about Indian businesses typically describe idiosyncratic conditions that apply only to India, which is not very useful as learning material for conducting business in developed economies.
This year, the Kumbh Mela of literary gatherings seemed to have morphed into an universe of literary outpourings spawning galaxies of thoughts and clusters of ideas around the academic magnets.
To some extent. Bombay is a mistress to many a lonely soul, its opiate histories and drunken peripheries have a natural intoxication.
My experience of Pakistan being firsthand gave me confidence to carry on and take any allegation of inferiority head on.
World’s only Sanskrit daily holds out against the odds.
In a world awash with new tools for communication and engagement, the symbolism, mystique and magic of anonymity, however seductive, is losing ground to new anthems celebrating the spirit of contact, connection and interaction.
In this interview Iyer spoke on an unusual topic — the value of silence and stillness amid the rush of business.
Bhattacharya attributes the bard’s chronic loneliness to “disappointment with the support he received from his people.
Even the most uncharitable reading of Mahatma Gandhi’s life and works would discount any possibility that Gandhi had sexual liaisons, much less homosexual ones, after 1906. Only fabricated and dishonest interpretations can — and have.
Washington Post reporter Shankar Vedantam’s book The Hidden Brain: How Our Unconscious Minds Elects Presidents, Control Markets, Wage Wars, and Save Our Lives, (Random House, 2010, $26) was
I tolerate my job, hate my boss, and bond big time with my friends, while routinely suffering from umbilical cord whiplash.
What is it that makes the most talented of India’s literary geniuses steer clear of Indian shores to settle down in foreign lands?
In his book Games Indians Play: Why We Are the Way We Are, V. Raghunathan writes about a farmer whose corn won top awards year