There is a widespread misapprehension that Hindi is the national language of India. Although this misapprehension, the question is whether a national language is politically feasible for a country like India.
When we departed for a ludicrously expensive multi-generational, guided, two-week tour to Greece, I imagined gaping at the architecturally perfect Parthenon, feeling spiritually-centered in Delphi, home of the Oracle, center of the Earth.
During my time in Andalusia it was music that came to symbolize the rich beauty and depth that is to be found in the blending of cultures. I didn't expect to start exploring a new genre of music—it simply happened.
Wonderfully clever as those stories were, they have, I fear, led many to regard Simla as a town populated by 'Mrs. Hawkbees,' by frivolous grass widows, idle hill captains and the genus known as bow-wows.'
The journey from the valley to the hills is complex, multi-layered. Amitabha Dev Choudhury* details the dreamy contours of a journey across Silchar- Shillong road in his novella Uponashyer Khonje (In Search of a Novel).
As soon as we enter the Medina, I lose my bearings...As I step in, the change in atmosphere is palpable: the sedate cool of the first room is a jarring shift from the heat and stench of the streets.