Don’t Let Violence Brutalise You
Published in The Speaking Tree (Times of India) 20 January, 2013...
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Read MorePublished in The Speaking Tree (Times of India) 25 May, 2012...
Read MoreThis article was also published on The Speaking Tree, here. As his belly rises with each deep, slow breath, his frayed undershirt exposes the bare skin underneath – brown, of course, due to genetics, but browned even more deeply from a life in the sun. The...
Read MoreThis article was also published on The Speaking Tree, here, and in The Pioneer, here.“What this country really needs,” the middle aged father from Delhi was saying in the evening satsang, “is leaders like Pujya Swamiji and yourself to give new values to our youth....
Read MorePublished in Tathaasthu Magazine January-February 2012Click the images below to enlarge.[gallery link="file" size="medium" columns="4" ids="21794,21795,21796,21797"]...
Read MorePublished in Organiser Magazine, Deepavali Special 30 October, 2011 Click on the images to enlarge, or read the article online here.[gallery link="file" size="medium" ids="21890,21891,21892"] ...
Read MoreThis article was also published on Huffington Post as "India: Let It Consume You", here, and in The Pioneer as "An Idea Called India", here. "If one more person pushes and squeezes me in the aarti again I'm going to scream!" The tears in her eyes...
Read MoreThis article has been published on Huffington Post, here. "Before we leave, can I please have one photo with you?" he asks while taking a camera out of his pocket and handing it to his friend. "Of course," I say and I start to move nearer...
Read MoreThis article was originally published as "Ganga Beckons" in Tathaastu Magazine, click here to read the article with photos. This article has also appeared on Huffington Post, here. A sadhu[1] sits, his lean body draped in a single, worn scrap of orange-ish brown cloth, swaying every so...
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