If Only A Man Could Spit His

Mangalore, The Coastal Indian Town Where I Lived Until I Was Almost 16, Is Now A Booming City Of Malls And Call-centres. But, In The 1980s, It Was A Provincial Town In A Socialist Country.

I Am Coming Back To New York After Five Years, And It Seems That Psychics Are Taking Over The City.

At A Time When India Is Going Through Great Changes And, With China, Is Likely To Inherit The World From The West, It Is Important That Writers Like Me Try To Highlight The Brutal Injustices Of Society.

Inconvenience In Progress, Work Is Regretted.

I Grew Up, As Many Indians Do, In An Archipelago Of Tongues. My Maternal Grandfather, Who Was A Surgeon In The City Of Madras, Was Fluent In At Least Four Languages And Used Each Of Them Daily.