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2 weeks ago |
theweek.in | Philip Mathew
THE APRIL 8, 1984, issue of THE WEEK has Squadron Leader Rakesh Sharma (later wing commander) and his fellow fliers on the cover. But I am in a fix about what to call the first Indian in space. He is an astronaut, yes. But the Soviets prefer cosmonaut; he went to space on a Soyuz craft. And, India now prefers gaganauts. There is so much to remember April 1984 by—the Rothmans Asia Cup in Sharjah, for one.
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3 weeks ago |
theweek.in | Philip Mathew
IN MY YOUNGER DAYS, a drone denoted a male bee without a stinger. He had a cushy life, mating with the queen, being fed by worker bees and hanging out with his mates. But his end was something no playboy would want to experience. Ejected from the hive by workers, and dying hungry, lonely, scared…. The primary meaning of the verb has undergone a radical change in my lifetime. Now drones are present at weddings, along international borders, under the sea, over crop fields… and on battlefields.
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4 weeks ago |
theweek.in | Philip Mathew
LASTING CHANGE OFTEN comes without fanfare. Like a running stream cutting into rock, like a sliver of water becoming a river. This week’s cover marks a historic moment for us as a nation, as the first batch of women officers graduate from the National Defence Academy, Khadakwasla. To be recognised as a barrister, Cornelia Sorabji had to wait 26 years after passing the exam. She became India’s first female lawyer in 1923.
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1 month ago |
theweek.in | Philip Mathew
HAVE YOU RECEIVED calls or emails about being the winner of a lottery or the beneficiary in some unknown person’s will? I know of a lady who got a call about a windfall. She rang up her son, an editor with THE WEEK, to tell him the good news. His answer: “Amma, in a world where no one gives us a cup of coffee for free, who would bequeath millions to you or me?” Simple logic. With lakhs of Indians being swindled of their hard-earned money, this cover story was waiting to be done.
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1 month ago |
theweek.in | Philip Mathew
RECIPES AND DIPLOMATIC notes often confuse me. The language is only for practitioners and not for the public. And when you understand the language, you realise that some things are not as grand as they sound. Mulligatawny soup is an example. Nine times out of ten, it has tasted like the humble and wholesome pepper rasam to me. Gourmets may haul me over the coals for saying this. Diplomatese does the same.
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