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A Game Changer's Memoir – an Excerpt

Highly admired for his outstanding credentials as the Life Insurance Corporation of India (LIC) Chairman, G.N. Bajpai was hastily appointed as the Chairman of the Securities and Exchange Board of India (SEBI) during one of its most turbulent times between 2002 and 2005. A focused regulator, he revamped the entire organization and introduced reforms and measures of global standards causing the security markets to make major leaps which had so far been inconceivable. He played a substantial role in helping India emerge as a highly competitive, immensely lucrative and influential capital market.
A masterful strategist, Bajpai, in his book, A Game Changer’s Memoir recounts his truly inspiring journey as he weaved through complex rules and frameworks in his efforts to turn SEBI into an effective financial regulator for the country.
Here is an excerpt!


“The first two years of my tenure were spent focusing on bringing in reforms like T+2, STP, fast-tracking quasi-judicial proceedings, and letting the hurricane of Scam 2001 calm down. It is only in the latter part of my tenure that I started making the rounds of investor forums across the world. I went to Singapore,
Hong Kong, New York, London and other international financial centres to market the India growth story to FIIs. After all, theIndian capital market was competitively efficacious and was growing by leaps and bounds. It provided ample opportunities to investors to profit from the continuing economic reforms in the country. And I was also aware that our presence at the global forums was low-key compared with that of other countries. I wanted to send out a message saying how strong we were.
In 2004 the UPA came to power and P. Chidambaram became the finance minister, and therefore also a member (as India’s representative) on the Board of Governors of World Bank (WB), Asian Development Bank (ADB), IMF, and the like. He made it a point to be there at all global forums, like the WB, ADB and IMF meetings. He raised the level of India’s participation in investor forums by attending them himself, and SEBI became an inseparable part thereof. Consequently, my presence too increased at various global investor forums. As we will see, this turned out to be quite helpful, and the practice is continued even now.
The Taxation Issue Faced by FIIs
For the first global investor meet, an informal forum with fund managers in New York, the FM asked me to join him too. … I decided to join the New York and London forums and travelled there just for a day each. These forums were attended by many investors, FIIs and some big broking houses like Merrill Lynch and Morgan Stanley. After the formal talks, there were one-to-one meetings, where two groups of fund managers focused on the subject of taxation. One issue regarded the capital gains tax that FIIs were required to pay on their share purchases and sales in the Indian stock markets. They did not have an issue with the tax per se, but they had complaints about its timing. Capital gains are taxed, as the name suggests, when a gain is made, and gain is known when a transaction is complete. The completion of a transaction may happen after a gap of many years, and the exact tax liability remains unknown till well after completion of the transaction and assessment of liability by the assessing officer.
This is owing to the fact that there is generally a gap between filing the income tax return and the assessment. In a typical transaction, the FIIs buying/selling shares in Indian markets through Indian brokers complete their usual Indian tax return formalities for the year at the end of the year, pay their self-assessed liability (on a tax consultant’s advice) and go on about their normal business. (It is to be noted that no tax was required to be paid at the time of transaction). After a few years, when assessment is made, capital gains tax liability (in most cases additional) springs up on these FIIs. This put FIIs in a bit of a jeopardy. FIIs are institutions executing securities transactions on behalf of customers or investors who are the persons liable to pay tax. But most of the time, these customers having cashed out and gone, it becomes well-nigh impossible for FIIs to recover, after several years, the tax levied on them by the Indian Tax Authorities from their end investors. Since the investors represented by these FIIs have closed their transactions with the FIIs, made their profits and moved out, there was no way that FIIs could deduct the tax liabilities from their payments to these investors. This was because the actual (not estimated) liability was not determined before the end customers closed their transactions with the FIIs. And even if these FIIs went back to those investors to recover the tax, the investors would not oblige them, leaving the FIIs to bear the tax burden.
The suggestion towards a solution was to levy something upfront, at the time of the transaction. The FIIs would then deduct the tax liability from their investors and then pay the Indian tax authorities. We heard them out and came back to India, determined to solve the problem. Later, I also got to know that there was a number of pending legal cases in India which were pertaining to such tax issues between FIIs and the investors they represented. Until I started attending these forums myself, I never got to know about these taxation issues. What the FII representatives told me was a common complaint at many such global investor forums. Even domestic institutional investors (DII) in India had the same complaint. Now, since the FM himself was present at most of these forums, he too understood the problem and started exploring ways to tackle it…”


Easy-flowing and readable with the writer’s anecdotal and educative style of writing and yet greatly comprehensive, this is a go-to book for a new generation of aspiring financial groundbreakers.

The Tenant

by Rachita Raj

The moon sat suspended low in the night sky, fat and bulging, like a luminescent orangey-grey egg yolk. I leaned back against the pillow and looked around the room. Dull walls of an indeterminate colour stared wanly back at me, a heap of flaky paint-plaster in a corner where the rainwater had seeped in, moths dancing dangerously around a naked bulb. I sighed, satisfied, lying easily in my favourite blanket, and allowed myself a brief smile.
It was the end of week one in the new flat. My last landlord’s wife had caught him in bed with the maid and thrown him out, bringing my tenancy to a swift and abrupt end. Broker John, real-estate agent extraordinaire, had come gallantly to my rescue and found me this gem: a little third-floor flat in a quiet backlane of a leafy old neighbourhood. ‘The landlords are an elderly couple and live on the ground floor. Bade non-interfering hain, aur flat ka separate entrance bhi hain. The rent is low.’
My antenna had tingled for an instant, heart beating with a twinge of hesitation: How did the house just happen to be empty? Who had moved away? Is the area secretly unsafe, prone to house robberies and murderous help? Why was the rent so low? Why doesn’t anyone live on the first two floors? Whatever, maybe the owners are nitpicky about whom they rent to. Good thing I am such a good girl.
Anyway I had convinced myself and moved in immediately with my meagre belongings: the frames on the wall (Nicholas Roerich Himalayan sweeps and inky-charcoal Gond art on parchment paper), a giant hotel-quality mattress (the only thing I had splurged on in this new city, my only piece of furniture, really), toiletries and sundry household items and, finally, Alexa, my brand-new Amazon speaker thingamajig. I don’t have much. I’m low-key like that. Music and rest for my bad back are all I need.
I just moved here to this bustling metroscape from sleepy Coonoor, eager to escape the well-meaning yet cloying arms of my protective parents (I am an only child and have rendered them empty-nestees). I am, in essence, a hermit, in my own head all the time, used to staring out the window at misty mountains, cocooned in Led Zeppelin and Middle Earth reveries. But I realized I had to get out in the real world, and to effectively assimilate (and not be scared by) this new physical space I had consciously thrust myself in to, I decided (very conveniently) I needed to temper my excursions out. I had convinced myself that nifty little Alexa was my buffer, till I was ready.
My new colleagues are nice but I demur their polite invitations for after-work drinks at the nearby bar, preferring, instead, my solitude. And Alexa. Music has been my refuge and harbour in the stormy seas of anxiety and social interaction. I have plowed through bulky Sony Discmans in my adolescence, iPods and cheaper MPplayers, all in a quest to drown out the voices in my head telling me I should go out more. Music is all I need, man. And now, with Alexa in the picture, it is easier than ever.
Alexa sings from day to night, blaring strains of this and that, transporting me aurally through small towns and cities and seas and prairies and moonland—Springsteen and Cohen and Joni and Björk  and Bowie. Themes of freedom and escaping small-town mind-numbness course through my brain.
I worry the neighbours will complain about the ceaseless walls of sound that stand guard for me and disrupt the night air. But then I remember I’m the only tenant. Everyone on the two floors below mysteriously moved out a month ago. The twinge in my heart again, heartbeat quickening. Why? White noise plugs my ears for a nanosecond but Björk’s eerie melody resounds: I’ve seen it all / I have seen the trees /  I have seen the willow leaves / Dancing in the breeze.
Jesus, I am getting the creeps. The hair on the back of my neck rising and gooseflesh appearing spontaneously on my arms. Cigarette peete hain, fuck this. I grab my smokes and light and swing the door open to the terrace, all mine.
I can see the tops of trees and other houses, their rain-mottled walls looking weird and veiny in the streetlamp-light, but it’s okay, it’s the monsoons—which have gone on forever now, fuck. I am grateful for this place, though, in spite of its singular dinginess. It’s close to work, autos are easily available and, most importantly, it was there when I needed it! Anyway life goes on. Work is hectic and I have that to deal with. I can hear Björk continue, a little muffled: I’ve seen a man killed / By his best friend / And lives that were over / Before they were spent.
Thank God, Alexa is working better now. Ever since I moved in I sensed her being a little off: voltage fluctuations, maybe? Do speakers even get affected by stuff like that? But this is a ratty little room on the top floor, probably faulty old wiring gluing the circuits together. See, this seemed to be an ancient house, falling apart at the seams, so I figured it had something to do with that. The bad-volatge juju must have fried the WiFi and thus Alexa? Because she even started switching off. At least I had to tell myself that to feel better.
I even checked with the old landlord couple, who said their electrical appliances were playing okay. But that aunty looked shifty. Maybe it’s the squint in her eye and sour smile. Anyway, but then the music started getting switched up. Randomly started playing different songs. Ghazals start playing. Shit I never hear otherwise. Aaj jaane ki zidd na karo. Farida Khanum’s voice, mellifluous but unwelcome, clashed like angry cymbals in my confused head the first time. And then, immediately after, there was this weird cackling . . . laugh? Was that that fear that made me gasp and flinch at the sound, as if a physical blow to my back? BS. I decided to pooh-pooh the feeling away. This bloody Alexa is just being a creeper. Come on, ya, Alexa, don’t be a bitch now, I had said aloud, feeling foolish at my initial fright. But I hadn’t slept a wink that night.
I had obviously turned to the Internet gods to quell my fears. Whew. Hundreds of people worldwide were facing this issue too—Reddit threads that extend for miles! Hallelujah! Amazon had issued an official advisory to the Alexa owners: Yes, there have been a few instances but we are acknowledging it as a bug in the AI, a technical glitch. A hard reset will fix everything. There is no cause for worry. I’m soothed by the answer, at least there’s an explanation for it.
At least I will rest well tonight. I’ve been sleeping fitfully ever since I moved in. I wake up exhausted and nervous from dreams too fuzzy to remember. It’s like I’ve been running marathons or brawling with invisible foes overnight, while asleep. I’ve pegged it to moving stress and no alcohol on account of being too busy. I will fix this tomorrow, it is Friyay. I’m done with my smoke now and flick the cigarette butt into the distance. The screendoor slams shut behind me as I walk into my humble digs. Alexa, glowing grey-white, occupies a pride of place on my still-unarranged mountain of books. I have unplugged her completely and will be leaving her off for the night. Let her rest a little. And me too.
Silvery moonbeams are seeping in from a giant window, the only feature of note in the room. I have not yet bought new curtains to fit its frame. Alexa glistens, almost rippling like water in the stillness. I shudder for no reason. Shaking my head, punctuating it with a nervous laugh, to make myself feel more brave, more brazen, I grab the garbage bag and head downstairs to keep it out for the kooda-wallah’s visit the next morning.
On my way back to the flat, I pass Tinku, the maid’s child, on the stairwell. A quiet little thing with bulging eyes. ‘Didi ko hello bolna,’ he says. Kaun didi? Woh didi jo yahaan aapke pehle rehti thi.’ Okay bye, ha, kal milte hain. I bolt up the stairs, running the rest of the way up. What a weird fucking child, dude. Damn.
I walk back in and secure the door behind me. Tinku’s words have unsettled me. My heart is quivering again. What did the landlords say when I casually asked them who lived here last, before me? They had stuttered and ummed and aahed and said there was a girl who left overnight. ‘We don’t know why.’ I had even sauntered over to Tinku and obliquely put questions to him: Who was she? When did she leave? ‘Didi ko puraane gaane bade pasand the.’ When questioned about said didi’s whereabouts, bug-eyed Tinku gets evasive and tells me, eyes darting around like a hunted animal, that he doesn’t know, that she left suddenly one day.
Why, though? I contemplate, looking again at the same fat moon, grey and morose.
I can see myself in the humongous glass window, dull bulb glowering faintly on, Alexa behind me, and my beloved mattress-bed too. There’s suddenly some movement, a reflection, a dash of wispy black cloud, I can’t really tell. My stomach plummets to my shoes and I dart around, heart beating in my ears. Nothing. There’s nothing. Hahaha. God, what a scare. I should go to bed sleep, bury myself in my blankets, emerge only in the safety of daylight. I grab my phone and start walking towards my phone charger, when music pierces the night quiet.
Aaj jaane ki zidd na karo.
Silence. Five long seconds. Nothing. And then the laughter again.
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Brutal Suicide Shocks Residents
11/06/2018
According to police, a young woman living on the third floor of a residential complex in Anand Nagar allegedly committed suicide late last night. An out-of-towner who had only moved in a week ago, she jumped to her death through a large window in her room, pummelling through it like a bull. Investigations are continuing.

Men of Steel, Heart of Gold – an Excerpt from 'The Tata Saga'

The Tata Saga is a collection of handpicked stories published on India’s most iconic business group. The anthology features snippets from the lives of various business leaders of the company: Ratan Tata, J.R.D. Tata, Jamsetji Tata, Xerxes Desai, Sumant Moolgaokar, F.C. Kohli, among others. There are tales of outstanding successes, crushing failures and extraordinary challenges that faced the Tata Group.
Here is an excerpt from the foreword of the book, titled Men of Steel, Heart of Gold.


One legendary story that has constantly inspired me is the tale of how the founder and first chairman, Jamsetji Tata, sought to establish India’s first integrated steel plant in Jamshedpur. Historian R.M. Lala has beautifully narrated the story in his excellent book The Creation of Wealth.
Way back in the 1880s, Jamsetji Tata developed a belief that steel would be essential for the nation’s development. He studied the industry thoroughly, visited locations in India which had iron ore deposits, and eventually went to Pittsburgh, the heart of the steel industry in the US, to meet the world’s best metallurgical experts. There, he was warned that exploring steel manufacturing in India would cost a fortune and there was no guarantee that the endeavour would succeed. He faced scepticism from many quarters. When the then British chief commissioner of the Indian Railways, Sir Frederick Upcott, heard about this venture a few years later, he famously said: ‘Do you mean to say that the Tatas propose to make steel rails to British specifications? Why, I will undertake to eat every pound of steel rail they succeed in making.’
Jamsetji Tata, like all great pioneers, was a determined man, with immense faith in the enterprise he had embarked
upon. So he forged ahead, choosing to ignore the doomsayers and the cynics. With the help of an American expert, he undertook a scientific survey of the project in densely forested areas where raw material was likely to be available. The first round of exploration was abandoned because the iron ore and coal required was not available in that area. Jamsetji persisted. Eventually, his team located the required iron ore reserves in the jungles near the village of Sakchi in Eastern India, and, with the best available technology and expertise of the times, the steel plant was created there.
The plant did not produce steel during Jamsetji Tata’s lifetime. Production commenced in 1912, eight years after his demise. By then, his son Dorabji Tata had succeeded Jamsetji Tata as the chairman. Steel rails from this plant were also used in the British war effort in Mesopotamia, during World War I. Around that time, Dorabji Tata is reported to have said that if Sir Frederick Upcott had lived up to his word, he would have had ‘some slight indigestion’.
This inspiring story does not end here. Jamsetji Tata’s vision was not merely to make steel in India, but to also create a modern township around the steel plant that served the needs of employees and residents in an exemplary manner. It is fascinating to note how he articulated this dream, in a letter that he wrote to his son in 1902—‘Be sure to lay wide streets planted with shady trees, every other of a quick growing variety. Be sure that there is plenty of space for lawns and gardens. Reserve large areas for football, hockey and parks. Earmark areas for Hindu temples, Mohammedan mosques and Christian churches.’ Thus, Sakchi, a small village in the wilderness, became the first planned smart, industrial city of India. Later, in 1919, the British rulers of the country named this town Jamshedpur, as a tribute to its founder.
There is an interesting postscript to this story of the creation of Tata Steel and Jamshedpur, which puts a spotlight on the role played by the second chairman of the Tata Group, Dorabji Tata. After an initial period of great success, the steel plant ran into significant difficulties and misfortunes in the post-World War I period. In 1924, driven by large debt and a fall in demand, the company was on the verge of bankruptcy and closure. At one point, there was no money to pay wages to the workers in Jamshedpur. To rescue the company, funds were urgently needed, and Dorabji Tata pledged his entire personal fortune of Rs 10 million to obtain a loan from the Imperial Bank of India. The fortune that he pledged included his wife Meherbai Tata’s jewellery—including the flawless Jubilee Diamond, which, at 245 carats, was twice as big as the fabled Kohinoor. This is a tale of nerves of steel, a fabulous diamond and a heart of gold.
The epic saga of Tata Steel has continued for many decades thereafter, with many interesting new tales of bold and pioneering moves which deserve an entire book to themselves. Consider these stories of recent years: In 2012, Tata Steel was the first integrated steel company outside Japan to win the coveted Deming Grand Prize, the highest honour in quality awarded to companies for excellence in total quality management. In 2008, Tata Steel acquired Corus, a major European steel company and in a subsequent joint venture with Thyssenkrupp, announced in 2017, created Europe’s second largest steel company. The massive new steel plant at Kalinganagar in Orissa, which commenced production in 2015, is one of India’s largest greenfield ventures in modern times. And, most recently in 2018, the successful acquisition of Bhushan Steel is an initiative that marks the very first successful case of resolution of a large bank loan defaulter, under the country’s new Insolvency and Bankruptcy Code (IBC). The ‘Make in India’ steel plant that Jamsetji Tata conceptualized over 130 years ago continues to flourish today. Indeed, it stands tall as one of the finest corporate institutions of our times.


These riveting business stories in The Tata Saga, by some of India’s top writers on the subject, bear testament to the ruthless persistence and grit of the Tata Group and make for an incredible collector’s edition.

7 Important Mentions of the Show 'Tipu Sultan' in Sanjay Khan's Autobiography

Once deemed the most handsome man in Bollywood, Sanjay Khan’s tryst with fame and stardom led him to many adventures across the world. He is best remembered for his performances in films like Ek Phool Do Mali and Abdullah as well as his portrayal of the great Tipu Sultan on television.
60 episodes of Tipu Sultan were aired from 1990 to 1991. Here are seven important mentions from the show, that are touched upon in his autobiography.

Bhagwan S. Gidwani, author of The Sword of Tipu Sultan

“The book was in its forty-fourth edition and had sold more than two million copies. Bhagwan had specialized in the technical, economic and legal fields of civil aviation, acted as the counsel for India in the International Court of Justice and had served India in many other responsible positions.”

 Lata Mangeshkar

“The nightingale of the Indian screen at the time was Lata Mangeshkar who sang for many of my films. I am very proud that her last song for television was for The Sword of Tipu Sultan.”

 Bob Christo as General Matthews

“He was an ex-Australian army commando, who had served in Vietnam, and had worked as Paul Getty’s bodyguard. Bob was an excellent singer and turned out to be a very good actor.”

 Mysore as Sultanat-e-Khudadad

“We decided to shoot the series in Mysore, because it was the centre of Tipu’s empire, which was called the Sultanat-e-Khudadad (The Kingdom of God).”

 Mysore cavalry horses and 19th century cannons

“The Mysore cavalry had provided 100 of its best horses and the chief of the Archaeological Survey of India, who was in charge of the palace and the historical artefacts in Mysore, had been persuaded to allow us to use the twelve nineteenth-century cannons in the palace. On location, we actually fired them with blanks—probably the first time in 100 years.”

 The Great Mysore Fire Tragedy

“We had a cast of hundreds, elaborate artwork, fabulously ornate and historically accurate costumes and sumptuous sets. But on that fateful day, either by an act of God or man, the set was consumed by an inferno. Fifty-two members of my crew lost their lives.”

Sanjay Khan: ‘A Phoenix from the Fire’

“I was producing, directing and acting in the historical serial The Sword of Tipu Sultan.” Critically injured in the fire, “I had suffered 65 per cent third-degree burns. For a man aged forty-nine to survive such severe burns was unimaginable. Surviving the trauma of sixty-five per cent third-degree burns combined with over seventy operations can only be described as a miracle.”


Literally forged in fire, out came a classic The Sword of Tipu Sultan. Read more about Sanjay Khan in his autobiography, The Best Mistakes of My Life.
 
 

7 Moments from House of Screams that will Give you the Chills

In Andaleeb Wajid’s new book House of Screams, Muneera finds out she’s inherited her uncle’s old house on Myrtle Lane, she decides to move in with her husband, Zain, and their three-year-old son, Adnan. The promise of saving money and living in one of Bangalore’s nicest areas has them packing up their old lives at their tiny apartment and shifting to this sprawling bungalow. But they soon realize there’s more to the house than its old-world charm….
Read along to know some deeply scary excerpts from the book:

“Muneera felt slightly uneasy as she walked towards the room. A feeling of being inside a house with trick mirrors engulfed her. She felt as though they were being sucked in.”
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“He rested his head on her shoulder and shuddered slightly because he had seen what his mother hadn’t. The dark forms melted back into the wall.”

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“Right then another hard blow landed on his head, and he knew nothing could save him.The last thing he saw was Ghafoor turning to her, his blood stained hands cupping her gently. She closed her eyes, as though in supplication.”
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“Muneera realised that the dark patches on his body were blood. The boy looked at her without blinking. Her phone dropped from her hand, and there was complete darkness for a moment that terrified her even more. But just as she opened her mouth to scream, the screams stopped and the zero watt bulb flickered to life.”
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“Evil spirits. Was that what he had seen beyond the wall? He would never forget how the wall had suddenly become a creen beyond which ghastly shapes moved. Hands had emerged from within and grabbed Adnan.”
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“Muneera screamed and ran towards Adnan. Half of his body had disappeared into the wall. ‘Adnan’ she screamed. She caught hold of his arm and pulled. Adnan’s eyes rolled up in his head and that galvanized Zain into action. He jumped down from the stool and grabbed him by the waist. One armand one leg had disappeared completely into that hellish realm.”
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“Four rabid dogs were mauling Iqbal, who lay on the ground like a limp doll. The men picked up  stones and threw them at the dogs but the animals didn’t relent. One of the creatures turned and bared its fangs at them, making them retreat in fear. She couldn’t believe the sight. It felt like her heart had exploded.”

Get your copy of House of Screams today!

The Editor on Why Sohaila Abdulali's Book on Rape is Important

By Manasi Subramaniam

What We Talk About When We Talk About Rape comes at a time when we have just begun to talk – actually talk – about rape. There is a great danger in referring to such a book as ‘timely’. Not only does that seem opportunistic, it also trivializes and oversimplifies sexual violence entirely. In fact, I’ll go so far as to say that this book could have been published at any point in time since the dawn of civilization (or at least since the invention of the printing press) and it would have been just as timely and relevant. If the #MeToo discourse has taught us anything, it is this: violence affects all of us, and we need to be able to talk about it.
And yet, if I’m being honest, I’ll admit that I am terrified of robbing the debate of nuance by anything that I myself say. If I have enjoyed any clarity of thought on any subject in the world, it has always been through my reading. And working in publishing has offered me the good fortune of devising and disseminating the wisdom of others in the medium I have the most respect for. All of which is really a rather roundabout way of saying that this is a book I published because it was a book I wanted to read.
And so it was that I asked Sohaila Abdulali to write this book. She is a survivor herself, and she is thoughtful and brave and wise. These were the things I knew she would transfer into her book. And of course she did. But she did one more thing – a thing that I never expected. She made this book funny. Given the difficult subject it deals with – not to mention some of the details it contains – Sohaila did something extraordinary by keeping the tone light (but never unserious) and open (but never apologetic). It is the truly unique strength of this book that one comes away from it feeling empowered rather than broken.
Which is not to say that she does not have rage. She does. But she coolly channels all of it in this book with absolute precision. And the thing about her openly expressed fury is its rawness and its power and its capacity to encompass aggression and compassion. Page after page, I marvelled all the things that this book was doing, all the ways in which it was helping me structure my incoherent anger and helplessness.
What We Talk About When We Talk About Rape is a book that injects sensitivity, empathy and candour into the conversation surrounding sexual violence. It is entirely my privilege to have been a part of its making.


Writing from the viewpoint of a survivor, writer, counsellor and activist, and drawing on three decades of grappling with the issue personally and professionally and her work with hundreds of survivors, Sohaila Abdulali, in her book What We Talk About When We Talk About Rape looks at what we-women, men, politicians, teachers, writers, sex workers, feminists, sages, mansplainers, victims and families-think about rape and what we say.

Why Ambedkar is the Best Advocate of Equality

The Radical in Ambedkar: Critical Reflections edited and introduced by Anand Teltumbde and Suraj Yengde, establishes B.R. Ambedkar as the most powerful advocate of equality and fraternity in modern India. This remarkable volume seeks to unpack the radical in Ambedkar’s legacy by examining his life work from hitherto unexplored perspectives.
Read on to learn why Ambedkar is one of the most significant advocates of equality.
His belief in moral and ethical behaviour of people, not only the state, to achieve liberty and equality
“Aside from rationality, Ambedkar felt that democracy required ethics, or what he called morality. One aspect of this is the importance of ‘constitutional morality’, that is, of abiding by the spirit of the Constitution and not just its legal provisions. Going beyond this, Ambedkar felt that morality, in the sense of social ethics, was indispensable for the realization of liberty and equality. In the absence of morality, he thought, there were only two alternatives: anarchy or the police.”

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His emphasis on international solidarity in combating social inequality
“Ambedkar explained that he had been a ‘student of the Negro problem’ and that ‘[t]here is so much similarity between the position of the Untouchables in India and of the position of the Negroes in America that the study of the latter is not only natural but necessary’.”

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His vision of democracy and a ‘good society’
“Ambedkar’s vision of democracy was closely related to his ideal of a ‘good society’. He was clear about this ideal: on many occasions, he stated that he envisaged a good society as one based on ‘liberty, equality and fraternity’ (today we might prefer to call this ‘liberty, equality and solidarity’). Democracy, as he saw it, was both the end and the means of this ideal.”

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His struggle for basic human rights in civic law and practice
“Dr Ambedkar continued to build up a civic notion of rights to challenge both religious democratization and a colonial order rooted in custom and identity. This is clearly demonstrated in his leadership in the Chavadar Tank agitation in the late 1920s. In 1927, Dr Ambedkar led a satyagraha to gain access to water from the tank, exercising a right to the public resources maintained by the state, which was guaranteed by the Bombay legislature but not enforced due to social sanction. The satyagraha was met by violence, and upper-caste Hindus filed a court case arguing that the tank was private property.”

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His path-breaking legal argument for the independent agency of sex workers
“The Bombay Prostitution Act of 1923 did not abolish prostitution but sought to end its organized version and criminalize those who brought women into prostitution. In this case, the accused owned a house where the prostitute in question had met clients for a few hours. Ambedkar attempted to argue that the prostitute was an independent agent as evidenced by her short stay at the brothel and that the accused merely kept a brothel and was not a procuress. While Ambedkar’s own views of sex work are complicated, in the court he did make an argument for the independent agency of sex workers.”

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His efforts to include oppressed communities across the spectrum in the Dalit struggle for justice
“In the Bombay Presidency, the differences and inequalities among Dalits came frequently in the way of Ambedkar’s struggles. Ambedkar, being a visionary with a strong support base of Dalits across India, particularly the Mahars in Maharashtra, attempted to address the issue of intra-caste conflicts. He also tried to build a broader platform for all Dalits by attempting to include non-Mahar Dalit castes into his organizations, the All India Scheduled Caste Federation, the Independent Labour Party, etc.”

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His delineation of the government’s role in eradicating inequalities and in safeguarding the fundamental rights of citizens
“True to the basic principles he had publicly upheld for over two decades, Ambedkar proposed that the Constituent Assembly proclaim a set of fundamental rights ensuring equal civic rights and the right to vote of all citizens, freedom of religion, and the legal prohibition of discrimination and forced labour or involuntary servitude. He also suggested that the new Supreme Court be given adequate powers to protect these fundamental rights of citizens.”


An extraordinary collection of immense breadth and scholarship that challenges the popular understanding of Ambedkar, The Radical in Ambedkar is essential reading for all those who wish to imagine a new future.

If You Love Jane Austen's Emma, You'll Love Polite Society!

Everybody’s favourite Regency comedy of manners-Emma is coming to South Delhi in Mahesh Rao’s Polite Society! While Jane Austen’s Emma poked gentle fun at the little foibles and economic exigencies of the exceedingly polite middle-class and county gentry in Regency England, Polite Society reimagines Emma in contemporary Delhi to portray a society whose polished surface often reveals more than is intended.
Both Emma and Polite Society explore social mores through the overconfident yet inexperienced eyes of young women coming of age in an ornate world. As twenty-one year old Emma Woodhouse ‘handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition’ and Ania Khurana- the ‘young beautiful and rich’ resident of Prithviraj Road, attempt to amuse themselves by applying their exceptional industry to their pet projects, they realize that youth, wealth and beauty will take you far in polite society but cannot influence individuals to your liking.
Emma and Ania are both incredibly blessed by both nature and society and thus have the benefits and pitfalls of a plethora of choices.
“The real evils, indeed, of Emma’s situation were the power of having rather too much her own way, and a disposition to think a little too well of herself; these were the disadvantages which threatened alloy to her many enjoyments. The danger, however, was at present so unperceived, that they did not by any means rank as misfortunes with her.”
-Emma
“It was not unusual for Ania to contemplate drastic hypothetical choices in this way. The comforts of her own life meant that she was seldom called upon to discriminate or restrict: in the Khurana household, they usually ordered four of everything. As a result, this kind of grandiose conjecture had always come to her as something of an exertion but also a thrill.”
– Polite Society

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Emma and Ania barely remember their respective mothers. The most significant (though very indulgent) maternal figures in their lives are a charming governess–Miss Taylor and a maiden aunt–Renu Bua respectively. Both get married and move away at the beginning of both books (largely thanks to Emma’s and Ania’s matchmaking.)
“Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being now long passed away, they had been living together as friend and friend very mutually attached, and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor’s judgment, but directed chiefly by her own.”
Emma
“While Ania loved her bua’s presence in the house, finding in her someone even more indulgent than her father, she was stricken by what she saw as the tragedy of Renu’s life.  A firm believer in the elemental nature of soulmates, Ania felt that it was never too late.”
-Polite Society

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Mr Weston, formerly of the militia, cheerful, popular and well-liked, marries Miss Taylor and could be the Regency twin of the genial Colonel Suraj Singh Rathore who marries Renu Bua.
He quitted the militia and engaged in trade, having brothers already established in a good way in London, which afforded him a favourable opening…He had, by that time, realised an easy competence—enough to secure the purchase of a little estate adjoining Highbury, which he had always longed for—enough to marry a woman as portionless even as Miss Taylor, and to live according to the wishes of his own friendly and social disposition.”
-Emma
“Colonel Suraj Singh Rathore, formerly of the Garhwal Rifles Ania discovered over the course of the afternoon that he was widowed, with no children, and owned a few bungalows scattered around the Kullu and Kangra valleys of Himachal Pradesh.”
-Polite Society

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Harriet Smith and Dimple are Emma’s and Ania’s friends//protégés. Harriet is the illegitimate daughter of a tradesman and a student at a nearby school. She is starry-eyed at being taken up by so great a personage as Emma Woodhouse. Dimple is a small-town girl working for a PR-start up in Delhi, Dimple can’t believe that she has actually made friends with Ania Khurana who seems to move in a rarefied and almost surreal atmosphere of wealth and elegance.

“She was not struck by any thing remarkably clever in Miss Smith’s conversation, but she found her altogether very engaging—not inconveniently shy, not unwilling to talk—and yet so far from pushing, shewing so proper and becoming a deference, seeming so pleasantly grateful for being admitted to Hartfield, and so artlessly impressed by the appearance of everything in so superior a style to what she had been used to, that she must have good sense.”
Emma
 “Dimple almost glowed with pleasure. She had only met Ania a few months ago at a PR event and was still unaccustomed to the idea that she could be privy to plans involving the Khurana family.”
-Polite Society

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The patronizing benevolence that governs Emma and Ania’s friendships towards Harriet and Dimple respectively

“‘She would notice her; she would improve her; she would detach her from her bad acquaintance, and introduce her into good society; she would form her opinions and her manners’.”
-Emma
‘In some ways, Ania’s initial interest in Dimple’s affairs could be placed on the same spectrum of charitable instincts as the one that led her to the animal shelter…But over time she had become genuinely fond of Dimple and didn’t see why the girl shouldn’t reap the rewards of a superlative Delhi social life just because of her unfortunate beginnings.’
-Polite Society

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Robert Martin, the kind local farmer, and Ankit–resident of Lajpat Nagar and owner of Tip-Top fashions are perfectly likable but highly unsuitable (in Emma’s and Ania’s opnion) suitors of Harriet and Dimple respectively.
“His appearance was very neat, and he looked like a sensible young man, but his person had no other advantage; and when he came to be contrasted with gentlemen, she thought he must lose all the ground he had gained in Harriet’s inclination.”
Emma
“Dimple would defend him, it was in her nature: he had a lovely face, but more than that, he was respectful and honest; she owed the family many kindnesses. Besides their business was doing so well; in fact, they were opening a second branch of Tip-Top Fashions soon. But poor Dimple, it would all be such a terrible waste.”
-Polite Society

The persons of dubious character that the equally naive Emma and Ania find suitable for their protégés: Emma attempts to bring Harriet to the notice of Mr Elton, the local vicar just as Ania tries to set up Fahim, a rising journalist with Dimple. However these are serious miscalculations as both men don’t seem to notice the match-making efforts going on, and think that that the heiresses are romantically interested in them.
“‘She found her subject cut up—her hand seized—her attention demanded, and Mr. Elton actually making violent love to her: availing himself of the precious opportunity, declaring sentiments which must be already well known, hoping—fearing—adoring—ready to die if she refused him; but flattering himself that his ardent attachment and unequalled love and unexampled passion could not fail of having some effect, and in short, very much resolved on being seriously accepted as soon as possible.  Without scruple—without apology—without much apparent diffidence, Mr. Elton, the lover of Harriet, was professing himself her lover.”
-Emma
Fahim meanwhile thinks “‘Ania’s pursuit had been relentless. When he thought about the public praise, the constant communication, and the welcome into her home, it seemed almost starry-eyed. He was surprised by the awkward use of Dimple as some sort of fig leaf. He had never imagined that a girl like Ania would need the presence of an inconsequential friend to maintain a sense of propriety.’”
-Polite Society

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The insufferably perfect paragons of perfection that Emma and Ania compete with (although they would never admit it) are Jane Fairfax and Kamya Singh-Kaul

“Why she did not like Jane Fairfax might be a difficult question to answer; Mr. Knightley had once told her it was because she saw in her the really accomplished young woman, which she wanted to be thought herself; and though the accusation had been eagerly refuted at the time, there were moments of self-examination in which her conscience could not quite acquit her.”
-Emma
 “Also lying there, in plain sight, was a copy of Kamya Singh-Kaul’s book. Her own novel, which she had introduced into conversations with such confidence a few months ago, now felt like a burden that oozed reproach, a secret failure that precipitated a rush of anxiety and hopelessness every time she thought about it. She picked up Kamya’s book and felt an unpleasant contraction in her chest as she read the cavalcade of breathless quotes from distinguished authors. Her author photograph—dark lips, cheekbones, the glaze of a museum piece—was exactly what Ania would have expected.”
-Polite Society

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And finally, the significant others-to-be! Mr George Knightley, a family friend and relative by marriage is as dependable, intelligent, and unconcerned about appearances as Dev Gahlot, family friend and relative of Ania. Although both Emma and Ania often trade barbs and spar with Mr Knightley and Dev respectively, they also value their opinions the most.

“Mr. Knightley, a sensible man about seven or eight-and-thirty, was not only a very old and intimate friend of the family, but particularly connected with it, as the elder brother of Isabella’s husband. He lived about a mile from Highbury, was a frequent visitor, and always welcome.”
-Emma
 “The same jacket day after day, the satchel with a broken zipper, the fraying above the shirt pocket, she was convinced it was all an affectation, a way of indicating to the world that their owner concerned himself only with matters of sublime worth and not mere flummeries. They had practically grown up in each others houses and she could almost predict his every gesture.”
-Polite Society

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Both Mr Knightley and Dev are quite clear-headed and warn Emma and Ania respectively about the dangers of treating their friend’s like improvement projects.
“How can Emma imagine she has anything to learn herself, while Harriet is presenting such a delightful inferiority? And as for Harriet, I will venture to say that she cannot gain by the acquaintance. Hartfield will only put her out of conceit with all the other places she belongs to.. I am much mistaken if Emma’s doctrines give any strength of mind, or tend at all to make a girl adapt herself rationally to the varieties of her situation in life.”
-Emma
“‘I made her feel uncomfortable? It’s not me who’s using her for my own purposes, adopting her for some kind of mission civilisatrice.’”
–Polite Society


Keenly observed, sharply plotted and full of wit and brio, Polite Society reimagines Jane Austen’s Emma in contemporary Delhi to portray a society whose polished surface often reveals far more than is intended

12 Books to Make Your Diwali a Little Brighter

Diwali is among the biggest Hindu festivals and is celebrated almost all over North India.
With the festivities going strong, what isn’t there to love about this time of the year? To add to the fun and excitement, we’ve put together a list of books for you to read this Diwali!
Take a look at our Diwali bookshelf, that is sure to brighten up your life even more!
Hindu Rites and Rituals: Where They Come from and What They Mean  

Millions of Hindus the world over grow up observing rites, rituals and religious practices that lie at the heart of Hinduism, but which they don’t know the significance of. This handy book tells the fascinating stories and explains the science behind the Hindu rites and rituals that we sometimes follow blindly. It is essential reading for anyone interested in India’s cultural tradition.
Hinduism : An Alphabetical Guide

Hinduism is one of the world’s oldest religions; an amalgam of diverse beliefs and schools, it originates in the Vedas and is rooted in Indian culture. Hinduism: An Alphabetical Guide illuminates complex philosophical concepts through lucid definitions, a historical perspective and incisive analyses.
The Book of Ram

Hindus believe that in stressful and tumultuous times chanting Ram’s name and hearing his tale, the Ramayan, brings stability, hope, peace and prosperity. Reviled by feminists, appropriated by politicians, Ram remains serene in his majesty, the only Hindu deity to be worshipped as a king.
Sita: An Illustrated Retelling of the Ramayana

This book approaches Ram by speculating on Sita—her childhood with her father, Janak, who hosted sages mentioned in the Upanishads; her stay in the forest with her husband who had to be a celibate ascetic while she was in the prime of her youth; her interactions with the women of Lanka, recipes she exchanged, emotions they shared; her connection with the earth, her mother; her role as the Goddess, the untamed Kali as well as the demure Gauri, in transforming the stoic prince of Ayodhya into God.
Book of Vishnu

Vishnu, the Supreme Being, is the preserver, the protector of the good and the guardian of dharma. Combining the skill of a storyteller with the insight of a scholar, Nanditha Krishna has brought to glorious life perhaps the most powerful and revered god in the Hindu pantheon.
Book of Hanuman

Hanuman is an outstanding scholar, a fearless warrior, and the ideal lieutenant: intelligent, totally committed to his master, selfless and humble. Drawing upon stories from Valmiki’s Ramayana, Parvez Dewan weaves an engrossing narrative that captures the significance of Hanuman, perhaps the most accessible deity in the Hindu pantheon.
The Book of Lakshmi

Lakshmi is the goddess of all that is good wealth (dhana), beauty (saundarya) and happiness (sukha). Using a range of sources, from ancient texts to sculptures and everyday religious customs and prayers, this fascinating and deeply-insightful book sheds new light not only on the figure of Lakshmi, but also on the fundamental tenets of Hinduism as it is practised today.
In Search Of Sita: Rivisiting Mythology

Sita is one of the defining figures of Indian womanhood, yet there is no single version of her story. In Search of Sita presents essays, conversations and commentaries that explore different aspects of her life. It revisits mythology, reopening the debate on her birth, her days in exile, her abduction, the test by fire, the birth of her sons and, finally, her return to the earth-offering fresh interpretations of this enigmatic figure and her indelible impact on our everyday lives.
The Ramayana

One of India’s greatest epics, the Ramayana pervades the country’s moral and cultural consciousness. Believed to have been composed by Vālmīki sometime between the eighth and sixth centuries BC, it recounts the tragic and magical tale of Rāma, the wrongfully exiled prince of Ayodhyā, an incarnation of the god Viṣṇu, born to rid the earth of the terrible demon Rāvaṇa. Widely acclaimed since its first publication in 1996, Arshia Sattar’s stellar translation is an absolute delight, successfully bridging time and space to bring us the wisdom, adventure and eroticism of this enduring classic.
Lost Loves : Exploring Rama’s Anguish

The essays in this book imagine what might have been the thoughts and feelings of Rama and Sita as they lived through those terrible years of trial and separation. They explore what happens to love in separation, and how public lives and private desires collide to devastating effect. By trying to see the events of their lives as Rama and Sita may have seen them, Arshia Sattar makes the existential conflicts of the Ramayana fascinatingly relevant and freshly inspiring for the contemporary reader.
Rig Veda
 

This selection of 108 of the hymns, chosen for their eloquence and wisdom, focuses on the enduring themes of creation, sacrifice, death, women, the sacred plant soma and the gods. Inspirational and profound, it provides a fascinating introduction to one of the founding texts of Hindu scripture – an awesome and venerable ancient work of Vedic ritual, prayer, philosophy, legend and faith.
The Upanisads

A brilliant introduction to the essence of living Hinduism the thirteen principal Upanisads, Sanskrit texts in the religious traditions of the Vedas, lie at the heart of Hinduism. This authentic and nuanced rendering makes accessible to the modern reader something of the beauty and variety of these ancient and rich texts of Hinduism. The Upanisads belong to the tradition of literature that is ‘heard’ rather than ‘remembered’, and in her translation Roebuck seeks to reveal the intent of the authors and arrive at ‘the original’ text.


 

Meet Krishna Trilok: the Author of 'Notes of a Dream'

Krishna Trilok’s Notes of a Dream records the life and music of one of the most celebrated musicians of India, A.R. Rahman. Based on interviews between the author and the musical maestro, this book brings forth the heartwarming story of a remarkable artist that makes for an inspirational read. Trilok’s achievement lies in his ability to draw out a reticent man like Rahman. Here are a few things to know about the about the man behind this wonderful biography:





 
Featuring intimate interviews with the soft-spoken virtuoso, as well as insights and anecdotes from key people in his life, this balanced, uplifting and affectionate book, Notes of a Dream is the definitive biography of A.R. Rahmanthe man behind the music and the music that made the man.
 

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