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  • LESSONS FROM THE UNDERGROUND

    Published On December 23, 2004
    By Karan Thapar

      Its official name is the London Underground but everyone calls it the tube because that's what it looks like. But actually when you see one of the trains emerge out of a tunnel and approac...
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  • KISS AND TELL

    Published On December 20, 2004
    By Karan Thapar

      If you think about it, we are an odd lot. The silliest things can fill us with righteous indignation. Without pausing to consider we become hot under the collar, bubble over with sound and...
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  • The Lady’s Fingers

    Published On December 16, 2004
    By Karan Thapar

    “Take a good look at her hands. She’s bound to have long tapering fingers.”

    This was how Ashraf bid me farewell. I was leaving to interview Condoleeza Rice. At the time (Nove...
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  • Bim and Bimla

    Published On December 9, 2004
    By Karan Thapar

    It’s odd how you forget your parents were once young. For instance, I regard Mummy as youthful but, in fact, that also emphasises her age. But the other day I learnt of someone who had a cr...
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  • Pertie and the press

    Published On December 2, 2004
    By Karan Thapar

    I’ve rarely seen him so angry. His lips were quivering and his eyes screwed up. He flung the paper aside and turned towards me.

    “Do you call that journalism?” Perti...
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  • “Say cheese”

    Published On November 25, 2004
    By Karan Thapar

    "Pride and prejudice "

    It was an odd, if flattering, comment and perhaps that’s why my jaw dropped with amazement. For a moment I felt like a bottle of wine rather than a...
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  • Pride and prejudice

    Published On November 18, 2004
    By Karan Thapar

    “Guess what?” Premila, my sister, exclaimed as I walked in. Perhaps because it was Diwali and I had just arrived or may be because I was startled, I didn’t respond.

    &...
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  • You’ve got mail

    Published On November 10, 2004
    By Karan Thapar

    It may seem odd but it’s true. One of my fondest memories is Daddy opening letters. I can remember him slicing through the top of envelopes with a letter opener. Perhaps because he was a mil...
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  • Dear old Jaswant

    Published On November 4, 2004
    By Karan Thapar

    No, that’s not how I know him but it’s certainly how I’m starting to think of him. It seems the old dear’s luck has run out. Last month, when he publicly denied Colin Powell credit for ...
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  • Amma Amma

    Published On October 28, 2004
    By Karan Thapar

    The phone rang the night before I was to leave for Madras. It was from the Tamil Nadu Chief Minister’s office. My heart sank. Normally, such last minute calls are harbingers of bad news. ...
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