SRK, HM

You know what I fear? That the occasions for outrage helpfully provided by this delightful country will get so repetitive, so mind-crushingly boring, that we’ll all just stop caring. In the past week alone, Ashis Nandy – who is, despite the unforgivable glibness with which he approaches the public sphere, a smart man worth listening to carefully – sat in the India International Centre library wondering if a team from the Rajasthan police were wandering the maze of Lutyens’ Delhi looking to arrest him.

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