Delhi sets high, coarse standards of wealth. In this city, everyone is a hustler wrangling his way to the top. Delhi does things on a certain scale. The accidents in south Delhi involve jewellers’ sons smashing yellow Lamborghinis into dividers.
Mumbai is a city of many possibilities. It is a place where human frailties coincide with warmth, darkness with unexpected light. It is a city that keeps changing, and has unending stories.
Majestic has been explored cinematically in several Kannada films, including an action movie called Majestic. But every time I go to Majestic, I’m reminded of the time, 25 years ago, when I first set foot in the area, long before I planned on becoming a detective novelist.
Delhi reminds us that violence is what links the mainstream to the margins, the haves to the have-nots. The beauty of the crime-scape of Delhi, though, is that it is very different from anything else.
A Certain Justice: The Kolkata Police Facebook page had been popular already, says IPS officer Supratim Sarkar, and, initially, the page updated regular crime stories in a “reader-friendly” format. But the readers wanted more.
For a migrant, the city one leaves behind often appears like a safe harbour. Yet, the hardscrabble Kolkata of my memories ruffles more than it soothes.
People download information and share it without knowing about the intellectual property rights. On social media bullying, harassment and hate speech find easy avenues.
Crime fiction makes its home within the fault lines of a city. Crime, horror and love stories are supposed to be popular everywhere. Things are a bit tricky in India as crime arises out of poverty here.
The museum was created less than a decade ago with a view to quell negative publicity about Amsterdam being a den of hedonism and debauchery. The idea was to give tourists some behind-the-scenes information.
Mumbai, through a crime reporter’s diary, is full of anecdotes, of helplessness, and the realisation that we are all on the edge, and we were always fragile.
Nandhaur’s heritage, both natural and built, is one of wild Uttarakhand’s best-kept secrets.
Shashikala Patankar had been one of the first to sniff out a viable business in mephedrone, a synthetic white powder indistinguishable from cocaine, but cheaper.
Swamimalai’s bronze idols, made using the lost-wax casting process, sit pretty in local and foreign lands.
Suba, along with writers like Rajesh Kumar and Pattukottai Prabhakar — and before them, Sujatha — was a part of the explosion of Tamil crime writing in the 1970s and 1980s. Their stories were serialised in magazines, printed as monthly novels, and devoured by a people on the move.
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Life moves at a slow clip on the Karjan-Dabhoi route in Gujarat, one of only five remaining narrow-gauge train lines in the country.
Why a woke generation of women artistes in Malayalam cinema is troublesome for an industry steeped in patriarchy.
Writer Sumana Roy on her new novel, why she rejects all that is readymade and the subversion in her writing.
Vikram Chandra’s big Bombay novel is now a Netflix show. The writer speaks about a new audience for immersive content, and why this is a time of great social churn in India.
Have you been made a cuckoo of recently? The common hawk-cuckoo impersonates a shikra found in lightly wooded countryside, gardens and groves. The pied cuckoo, aka the Jacobin cuckoo, is a maverick.