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  • My big time in Barcelona

    Published On November 21, 2000
    By Karan Thapar

    I always look out of the window when the plane is landing. That’s partly because I’m scared but also because I’m anxious to see where I’m headed. However the half empty Swissair flight to...
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  • f not our virtues, do our faults unite us

    Published On November 13, 2000
    By Karan Thapar

    “Inko hamari bimari kahanse lag gaee?” Pritam asked as he cut my hair.

    Pritam is the head barber at the Taj Mahal Hotel and over the years I have come to respect his incisive comments...
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  • Ananda is the word for it

    Published On November 6, 2000
    By Karan Thapar

    I suppose at heart we are all sceptics. How often is it that a friend praises his or her latest possession and in response your eyes gloss over with polite disbelief? The more fulsome they are th...
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  • The names people call me

    Published On October 30, 2000
    By Karan Thapar

    “Oh dear” she said as she collapsed on the sofa grateful to get out of the summer heat. Premila had just returned from shopping and looked particularly pooped.

    “What’s happened...
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  • A lady, a school and my favourite ice-cream

    Published On October 23, 2000
    By Karan Thapar

    “Can I ask you a question, Mr. Thapar?” the young girl said as she approached me. She was smiling and I could hardly refuse. I stopped and waited.

    “I read a lot of the stuff you w...
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  • How I would like to remember him

    Published On October 16, 2000
    By Karan Thapar

    It’s disconcerting how, like a child’s kaleidoscope, one’s memory can sometimes flood the brain with pictures from the past. Small disjointed vignettes, long rambling sequences, poignant mom...
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  • To think I refused him a job

    Published On October 9, 2000
    By Karan Thapar

    I suppose you could say he was clean looking but that would be an inadequate description. When he first walked into my office I was also struck by his confidence and his affability. It’s not ea...
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  • A Kuala Lumpur diary

    Published On September 30, 2000
    By Karan Thapar

    I had no idea it could be so traumatic to leave India. One usually looks forward to it. With eager anticipation you count the days. Going abroad, after all, is fun. But these days the hurtful p...
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  • An introduction to the New Age Woman

    Published On September 25, 2000
    By Karan Thapar

    “What’s a man like you doing at an event like this?”

    I turned to find myself being addressed by a young lady in her mid-twenties. Dressed in black, with short hair and long heels s...
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  • Mr. Vajpayee’s health is our concern

    Published On September 18, 2000
    By Karan Thapar

    There are many who will not like what I have to say. That’s their prerogative. I respect their right to differ just as I trust they will uphold my right to express myself.

    Mr. Vajpaye...
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