If Sheila Dikshit is smiling contentedly, as she sips her coffee and glances at the sunday papers this morning, that would not only be justified but, more pertinently, an understated response to ...
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Memories can be tricky, even unreliable. But those I have of the Taj and Oberoi in Bombay most definitely are not. They’re vivid, detailed and unshakeable. They capture something of the sp...
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The more I think about what he said the more stunned I am he said it. But its not just his content that is startling. The fact that Asif Zardari was speaking as President of Pakistan to an India...
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I thought of the National Security Advisor as the first day of voting ended in ten Kashmir constituencies last tuesday. In an interview in august he had stuck his neck out and predicted normalcy...
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Barack Obama’s sweeping victory is undoubtedly the silver lining to our heavily overcast times but now that the euphoria is subsiding should we start looking a little more closely at the c...
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“What’s the big difference between our politicians and theirs?” It’s a question I’m often asked but last week, as America voted and the world was transfixed by the O...
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Pertie’s phone call was a surprise, not least because he rang at a decent hour. He was also unaccustomedly calm and reflective. Paris seems to have made him professorial.

“Ar...
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I clearly remember my excitement as I stepped off the plane. It was my first visit to Bombay, as the city was then called. I was 16 and thought of it as India’s most cosmopolitan and glamo...
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My introduction to investment banking happened in rather unusual circumstances. It was the second day after our marriage and Nisha had agreed we would attend her office Christmas party. Being so...
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It’s as clear in my memory as if it happened yesterday. But in fact I first met Father Terry Gilfedder twenty five years ago. It was the late summer of 1982 and Nisha and I were preparing ...
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