Elders long since dead and gone Beckon from a glen in the heart; I think they will be there in love As my hour comes to depart

The Mehta case renews that old debate whether outstandingly truthful intellectuals ever seek to be part of institutions whose commitment, however trumpeted, to the freedom of thought remains questionable

‘Deshbhakti’ can only be an impoverished and unethical construct unless our school going girls and boys also learn of the conditions of denial, deprivation and inequality

Give me back, now past eightieth year Of my life, a day of that Spring In the Xanadu of my beginning

In what way does the alliance with the ISF in West Bengal threaten the secular future of India, so long as that party remains aligned with the Congress and the Left, and so long as its allegiance to the constitution remains its political bedrock?

What better abode to rest in finally Than the memories of friends?

We can see how, in many parts of the world, conversation itself has come to be regarded as conspiracy

The prime minister’s tearful avowal of Ghulam Nabi Azad’s nobility inspires further debate on his outlook towards Muslims, protesters and ‘foreign destructive ideology’

Let death come when it will While I am still busy serving life

We are the shining city Atop the Himalayas; The farmer who now is misled Will surely vote for us