In a politically correct world, there may sound like a terrible thing to say. But somebody's got to say it as it is
As I prepare to send this dispatch to my editors for their perusal, it is that time of the year when I usually firm up on resolutions for the year that lies ahead. But this once, I won’t. Because as I write this in a room at my ancestral home in Fort Kochi, where I arrived last night, my head lies between the past and the future.