The India Site’s Top 10 Data Visuals. Readers, would you like to contribute ideas or data for future visuals? A. Dar is seeking collaborators: mail theopendata[at]gmail.com | The India Site | Dishing up Indian news and non aligned views | India: A Portrait by Patrick French
The India Site’s Top 10 Data Visuals. Readers, would you like to contribute ideas or data for future visuals? A. Dar is seeking collaborators: mail theopendata[at]gmail.com
Indian History Happens Elsewhere | By Amitava Kumar
Concerning the trial of Tahawwur Rana at a federal court in Chicago
'The arrival of immigrants like myself here in the US doesn’t mean that we are the only ones acquiring new knowledge or identities. While writing my last book, I went to the offices of the US attorneys who had prosecuted a Pakistani man for supporting terrorism inside Indian Punjab. Near the desk of the Assistant US Attorney, Kelly Currie, was a picture of his office-mates in the Golden Temple in Amritsar. In the photograph, the Americans were sitting in the langar with their heads covered in the traditional Sikh manner'
J. Jayalalithaa and Sasikala: The Big Break-Up | By Nandini Krishnan
'In most photographs and videos of Jayalalithaa, a dour-faced woman wearing an expression not unlike that of an anxious grandmother watching a toddler bumble about the garden, can be spotted somewhere in the frame. She is Sasikala Natarajan, the close aide and best friend of the Chief Minister of Tamil Nadu. Some believe she’s also the CM’s puppet master. Often seen whispering furtively to Jayalalithaa, occasionally caught smiling, and never interviewed, the wary-looking Sasikala was her most – perhaps her only – trusted lieutenant. On 19 December, 2011, a terse statement was issued from the office of Jayalalithaa. She had expelled Sasikala and 11 of her relatives from the AIADMK party “with immediate effect”...' (The India Site)
A review of Orientalist Jones | By Keerthik Sasidharan
'In this handsomely produced biography, Michael J. Franklin eschews the low hanging fruit of easy moralizing on the early and rapacious days of the East India Company. Instead, he aims for something higher but more difficult to achieve: to narrate the man into existence. He patiently uncovers Sir William Jones’s early years as a fatherless child, a precocious teenager, an ambitious young man, and an imaginative translator of Persian, and then slowly brings him to the shores of India where his life’s works would emerge.'
Does God Have A Caste?
...asks Meena Kandasamy
'What was our crime? We had portrayed two Tamil folk deities, Ponnar and Sankar, as “Dalit brothers.” A non-Indian parallel might illustrate this story better: An African-American leader says Jesus Christ was Black, and a White man takes him to court for causing communal disharmony. Would we not readily label the White man a racist and a supremacist?'
Part II of KK Kasturi's story
No, we don’t ask if a woman is pregnant unless it is obviously evident that she is, although we are an extremely nosy kind of people otherwise. No, we don’t ever divide the bill/check at the restaurant under the waiter’s nose as he watches, smirking at your tight-fistedness. Oh! Please remember to always share whatever you eat, will you? But not if you have already tasted it: that would be inappropriate … But (is now a good time to talk about caste?) No, we don’t really understand what you mean by “space”, physical or mental. Emotional space? Ayiyyo! who wants THAT? Is it why Americans have so many psychological issues?
A Wicked Leak: Stratfor, Dow Chemicals, and India | By Ulrik McKnight
'Union Carbide India Limited’s 1984 Bhopal pesticide plant leak is one of the worst industrial accidents in history, killing 4,000 people overnight and leaving 500,000 severely ill. The accident site has still not been cleaned up, victims continue to die in many thousands, and to suffer in hundreds of thousands ... The Stratfor materials reveal that over an extended period of time, Dow has employed Stratfor to produce intelligence reports on Bhopal activists. This was not a one off piece of analysis, but an ongoing, multi-year, and presumably very expensive campaign.'
Vishal Come Home | By Sonia Faleiro
The story of a missing boy
‘We worked hard,’ said Vishal. ‘We swept train carriages, we scavenged for empty bottles we sold to the kabaddiwala ... Who notices small boys? People thought we were beggars.’ Each boy carried one steel tiffin box of the sort children take to school packed with sabzi-parantha lunches. Except that each of the tiffin boxes was packed with heroin. Afterwards they hopped a train back to Jodhpur.