If Only A Man Could Spit His

In India, It's The Rich Who Have Problems With Obesity. And The Poor Are Darker-skinned Because They Work Outside And Often Work Without Their Tops On So You Can See Their Ribs.

I Want To Read Keats And Wordsworth, Hemingway, George Orwell.

Any Good Society Survives On A Circulation Of Favours.

It Has Always Been Very Difficult For Writers To Survive Commercially In India Because The Market Was So Small. But That's Not True At All Any More. It's One Of The World's Fastest Growing And Most Vibrant Markets For Books, Especially In English.

Go To The Tea Shop Anywhere Along The Ganga, Sir, And Look At The Men Working In That Tea Shop - Men, I Say, But Better To Call Them Human Spiders That Go Crawling In Between And Under The Tables With Rags In Their Hands, Crushed Humans In Crushed Uniforms, Sluggish, Unshaven, In Their Thirties Or Forties Or Fifties But Still "boys." But That Is Your Fate If You Do Your Job Well - With Honesty, Dedication, And Sincerity, The Way Gandhi Would Have Done It, No Doubt.