Jinoy Jose P

Chennai, New Delhi

Digital Ed, Frontline. Writes Frontline Weekly Newsletter. Ex-India Today TV, Outlook Biz, CSE, BW (ABP) & BusinessLine. Screenwriter. AI researcher.

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Articles

Citizen Kaun? | The Frontline Newsletter

3 days ago | frontline.thehindu.com | Jinoy Jose P |Sushanta Talukdar |Vaishna Roy

Dear reader,“Suppose you were woken up from sleep one night and asked to prove that you were an Indian—what would you do?”This is the question Aziz asks in an N.S. Madhavan short story—his voice rising, as a bureaucrat in Mumbai coolly evaluates his existence like a defective product. A ration card inspector has turned into a nationalist inquisitor. The village of his birth is declared too implausible to exist.
The Stethoscope and the Pen | The Frontline Newsletter

1 week ago | frontline.thehindu.com | Jinoy Jose P |C.S. Venkiteswaran |Vaishna Roy

Dear reader,This begins, as most things do in medicine, with a case history. In the late 19th century, one of the most prolific contributors to the Oxford English Dictionary (OED) was not a lexicographer or a linguist, but a doctor: Dr William Chester Minor. He was a retired US Army surgeon. He lived in an asylum for the criminally insane after committing a murder in a fit of paranoid delusion. There, amid hallucinations and despair, he sent thousands of entries to the OED’s editor, James Murray.
The People’s Projector | The Frontline Newsletter

2 weeks ago | frontline.thehindu.com | Jinoy Jose P |C.S. Venkiteswaran |Vaishna Roy

Dear reader,I believe cinema must be watched in a cinema. Not on a laptop, not on a phone, not on a TV—however smart or flat its panel may be. With each shrinking of the screen, something vital is lost. The medium’s emotional charge, its visual grandeur, its immersive power—all diminish when its canvas contracts. That may sound purist, even a little curmudgeonly, in this era of OTT abundance and algorithm-driven viewing.
Thus Spake the Other | The Frontline Newsletter

3 weeks ago | frontline.thehindu.com | Jinoy Jose P |Vivek Katju |Vaishna Roy

“I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchenWhen company comes...”Dear reader,This is the opening stanza of “I, Too” by Langston Hughes, a prominent figure of the Harlem Renaissance. As you can see, the poem speaks powerfully about racial inequality, identity, exclusion, and, of course, resistance. Obviously, Hughes’ kitchen is more than a room.
“Art Has to Provide a Creative Way to Resist”: Varun Grover on KISS, Comedy, and Cinema

3 weeks ago | frontline.thehindu.com | Jinoy Jose P |Vivek Katju |Vaishna Roy

There is something ironic about Varun Grover’s origin story. Here is a man who has made a career out of making people uncomfortable with his razor-sharp wit and unflinching social commentary, yet his journey began in the most uncomfortable place imaginable: as the overweight kid getting bullied in school playgrounds across North India. “I was always either doing the umpiring in the cricket team or I was sitting on the sidelines,” Grover recalls with characteristic self-deprecation.
Hold the Line | The Frontline Newsletter

1 month ago | frontline.thehindu.com | Jinoy Jose P |Vivek Katju |Vaishna Roy

“We’re all just one diplomatic tantrum away from becoming radioactive dust, but at least our tweets will survive in the cloud.”—Anonymous (in the first week of May 2025). Dear reader,So here we are, still breathing, debating, and doomscrolling. Honestly, there were many points in the past few weeks where some of us thought, quite realistically and plausibly, we might not see this day after watching two nuclear powers seemingly tell us, in Gen Z lingo, “hold my tea and watch this”.
Spectacular, Vernacular | The Frontline Newsletter

1 month ago | frontline.thehindu.com | Jinoy Jose P |Gowhar Geelani |Vaishna Roy

When Kannada writer Banu Mushtaq and her translator Deepa Bhasthi stood together to accept the International Booker Prize at London’s Tate Modern Museum on May 20, 2025, it was a victory for the vulgare—or, to use the modern term, the vernacular. In medieval Latin, vulgari comes from vulgus, meaning “common people”. And vulgare meant the common speech of the people. Latin was the formal and literary language of the elite and the Church.
In Image We Trust | The Frontline Newsletter

1 month ago | frontline.thehindu.com | Jinoy Jose P |Gowhar Geelani |Vaishna Roy

“In societies where modern conditions of production prevail, all of life presents itself as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Everything that was directly lived has moved away into a representation.” — Guy Debord, 1967. Dear reader,I remember the first time I realised I was living inside a “spectacle”. It happened during a job interview in 2020, when a media founder leaned forward with alarming intensity and asked, “So, do you have a YouTube channel? Any televised events?
Served Cold | The Frontline Newsletter

1 month ago | frontline.thehindu.com | Jinoy Jose P |Gowhar Geelani |Vaishna Roy

Dear reader,On Monday, Frontline was recording Latitude, our brand-new world affairs show hosted by senior journalist Nirupama Subramanian. Our guest was the former diplomat T.C.A. Raghavan. The context was the aftermath of the Pahalgam attack, where terrorists allegedly backed by Pakistan gunned down 26 civilians. In response, on April 24, the government announced it would suspend the Indus Waters Treaty (IWT) of 1960 until Pakistan ceased to support cross-border terrorism.
A Memoir of Fear | The Frontline Newsletter

1 month ago | frontline.thehindu.com | Jinoy Jose P |Ilangovan Rajasekaran |Vaishna Roy

Dear reader,Fear of the dead—and of death—is the reason I live the way I do. My relationship with death is somewhat pathological; it always has been. According to my Ammachi (mother), it began when I was just four years old. Strangely enough, I still remember the day. The afternoon, to be precise. I was in shorts and a tucked-in shirt, standing beside my mother. My father wasn’t there—I’m sure of that. If he had been, perhaps I wouldn’t have been so afraid of what I saw that day.