You’ve got to admit that music-wise, the Riot Peddlers—a three-piece punk rock band from Mumbai—are on top of their game.
P. Sivakami’s stories refuse to mollycoddle the reader into a sense of ennui, the worst weapon in an indifferent world.
Translated from Malayalam by Chetana Sachidanandan, Anand’s The Book of Destruction is anything but feel-good—and that’s a good thing.
Rummage through the songs on Gowri Jayakumar’s debut album, and you will find snippets and cut-outs of bygone youth and distant memories.
T. S. Tirumurti sets the stage for a tale of duty, love, and family that spans across continents and generations.
This translated collection of Byomkesh Bakshi mysteries is non-intrusive, mildly interesting—at times, pleasant—but ultimately tepid.
Varun Agarwal’s debut novel is not one that will appease critical eyes. Its charm lies in its sheer simplicity and the author’s easy, engaging style.
Tuhin Sinha’s latest novel—The Edge of Desire—accentuates the vices that prevail in the Indian government.
Replete with profanity, lechery, drugs, and dirty secrets, Anurag Kashyap’s latest is one of the most bad-ass movies ever to hit the silver screen in India.
Anjali Deshpande offers a scintillating take on one of the most tragic industrial accidents that the world has seen.
If you were to read stories about a regular day in your city, would they capture your interest long enough for you to reach the end?
Sridhar/Thayil are still one of the most eccentric, experimental, and unique bands in the Indian scene.