Posts from the politics category.
The funny thing about constitutions is that most of us don’t think about them until something shakes us. A protest on the street. A headline that burns our eyes. A conversation that leaves us unsettled long after the tea has gone cold. For me, it happened on a quiet Sunday morning, sunlight spilling across my table, newspapers spread out like a battlefield of opinions — and suddenly, I felt the we...
I didn’t ease into When I Hit You — it felt more like stumbling into a scene already in motion. The kind where the camera is trembling, the soundtrack has gone silent, and you realise you’ve entered a story that isn’t waiting for you to settle in. Friends had mentioned how intense it was, but nothing prepares you for the way this book grips your collar and says, “Stay. Watch.” A few pages in, I kn...
Some books don’t begin on the first page; they begin in the pause before you open them — in that quiet suspicion that what you’re about to read might just drag you into a world where ambition smells like cologne, betrayal sounds like a sliding boardroom door, and success tastes a little metallic, like fear. The Acting MD 2 made me feel exactly that way. Before I even reached chapter one, I had thi...
I didn’t mean to start this book on a weekday night. I really didn’t. I had promised myself an early sleep, a calm mind, maybe even some music. But books have a strange way of choosing their own timing, don’t they? Escape from Kabul by Dr. Enakshi Sengupta didn’t knock politely — it slipped into my hands like a pulse waiting to be heard. And somewhere between opening the first page and taking the ...
There are books that whisper. Books that reason. And then there are books that roar. Giorgia Meloni’s I Am Giorgia: My Roots, My Principles belongs to the last kind — the kind that slaps you awake before you’ve finished your espresso. Reading it felt like sitting across a table from a woman who doesn’t just speak — she commands the air around her. Whether you agree with her politics or not, it’s i...
There are some books that don’t just tell a story — they unspool a silence you’ve been carrying within yourself. The Far Field by Madhuri Vijay is one of them. I remember reading it late one evening, the rain tapping against my window like a nervous confession. By the time I closed the book, I wasn’t sure whether it was the rain outside or the one that had started within me.Madhuri Vijay, in her d...
Sameer Gudhate Presents the Book Review of Mother Mary Comes to Me by Arundhati RoyI remember the exact moment I discovered The God of Small Things — the air sticky with monsoon humidity, the smell of old paper, the faint clatter of a train in the distance — and how the world Roy created felt impossibly alive in my hands. Until then, the Booker Prize was just a shiny emblem, a distant flag waving ...
There’s a peculiar comfort in leafing through a book that feels like both a mirror and a map. I didn’t expect a book on the Constitution to make me pause mid-page and reflect on my own life, but that’s exactly what happened with Why the Constitution Matters by Justice D.Y. Chandrachud. Imagine sitting in a quiet corner of a café, the hum of conversations around you, and suddenly realizing that the...
There’s a certain sound that belongs only to India during election season. It isn’t the speeches or the drumbeats, not even the loudspeakers strapped to auto-rickshaws blaring promises into the summer heat. It’s laughter — wry, exasperated, sometimes bitter, sometimes uncontrollable — the kind that erupts when reality feels too absurd to be real. That’s the sound Amitabh D. Sarwate bottles in Bark...
I remember the first time I truly felt the weight of silence — the kind that presses against your chest, makes every whisper feel like a shout, and every shadow a potential conspirator. That’s exactly the feeling Prakash Narayan Shukla conjures in Shadow Strike. From the very first page, I was swept into a world where the most dangerous battles are not fought with guns or bombs, but with subtle gl...
