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Wednesday, August 31, 2022
On Ganesha Vinayaka Chaturthi
Tuesday, August 30, 2022
The Lucifer Principle
Monday, August 29, 2022
The Terrorists Eat Their Own
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Stallone with Afghan mujahideen In Rambo III |
Sunday, August 28, 2022
Petroleum: The Devil’s Excrement
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First oil well in Saudi Arabia struck in March 1938 |
Saturday, August 27, 2022
When Jihad Was U.S. Strategy: The Forgotten Roots of Modern Extremism in Cold War Politics
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Reagan with Afghan Mujahideen in the Oval Office (1983) |
Friday, August 26, 2022
The Battle of the Sexes: Patriarchy versus Feminism
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Simone de Beauvoir |
Thursday, August 25, 2022
The Hindu Poet Who Wrote Pakistan’s First National Anthem
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Jagan Nath Azad |
Wednesday, August 24, 2022
Mahatma Gandhi’s First Trip to Kashmir
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Hari Singh in 1931 |
Tuesday, August 23, 2022
The Individual and the Infinite: Reflections on Midnight’s Children
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Salman Rushdie |
Monday, August 22, 2022
Pathaan: A Trailer, A Travesty, and A Triumph of Testosterone-Lite Cinema

In the interest of full disclosure—and because honesty is still a virtue in some circles—I must confess: I’ve only seen the trailer of Pathaan. That’s right, just the trailer. But rest assured, that was more than enough. I now feel spiritually qualified to not watch the film in its entirety. Why? Because sometimes, even a glimpse into the abyss is sufficient to comprehend its depth.
Let’s start with the title. Pathaan. A name that once evoked images of hardened warriors from the rugged mountains of Central Asia—men who carved empires with swords, not selfies. But in this cinematic rendition, the only thing being carved is Shah Rukh Khan’s dignity, courtesy of botox, pancake makeup, and a pair of CGI abs that deserve their own VFX team credit.
One might have expected a hint of Alauddin Khalji’s ruthless charisma. Instead, we’re served a bizarre hybrid of Mad Max meets Mumbai metrosexual—minus the madness and most certainly minus the masculinity. Shah Rukh, bless his high-cheekboned heart, tries to look menacing. What emerges instead is a character with the emotional depth of a hotel minibar and the menace of a scented candle.
The trailer, in its infinite generosity, offers us an orgy of car chases—none of which inspire awe, unless you're the sort who finds traffic jams thrilling. Clearly, someone in the production team was told, "Just make it look like Fast & Furious," and they responded, "What if Fast & Furious had no adrenaline and was edited on Microsoft PowerPoint?"
Then comes the romance. Enter Deepika Padukone: part femme fatale, part taxidermy experiment. Their chemistry is less smoldering and more smothering—a sort of emotional vacuum where passion goes to die. Watching Shah Rukh attempt seduction feels like watching a peacock try to waltz in a cement mixer.
John Abraham, meanwhile, floats through the trailer like a protein shake with eyebrows. He contributes nothing but a mildly constipated expression and the haunting sense that he was promised a different script. Together, he and Shah Rukh seem to be on a mission to normalize creepiness as an aesthetic.
But let’s not be naive. There is intent behind all this. Pathaan wants to make the Pathans seem cool. Not the historically accurate ones, mind you—the ones who razed cities, toppled dynasties, and considered plunder a weekend hobby. No, this is about the "woke Pathan": sensitive, shirtless, and possibly vegan. Shah Rukh would have us forget the delightful imperial adventures of the Khaljis, Lodis, Suris, and Durranis. Historical trauma? What trauma? Have a dance number.
And so, the trailer ends—mercifully. You’re left not exhilarated, but existential. You begin to question not just Bollywood, but the very trajectory of civilization. Was this the cultural zenith we were promised? Is this what centuries of subcontinental storytelling have led to?
The answer, dear reader, is no. Unless you are a wide-eyed devotee of Bollywoodian melodrama—unflinchingly loyal to the gospel of cringe—Pathaan will test your tolerance for mediocrity in high definition.
To sum it up: Pathaan is puerile, plastic, and profoundly pointless. A cinematic headache dressed as a high-octane thriller. It is, if the trailer is any guide, less a film and more a two-hour Instagram filter stitched together with bad lighting and worse dialogue.
You have been warned. #BoycottPathaan #ShahRukhKhan #CinemaDespair
Sunday, August 21, 2022
The Historic Blunder of 1937 & the Direct Action Day
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Sarat Chandra Bose |
Saturday, August 20, 2022
The Date When the Muslims Became a Minority
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Lt. Gen AAK Niazi signing the Instrument of Surrender |
Friday, August 19, 2022
On India’s Frog-in-the-well Foreign Policy
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Modi and Netanyahu (July 2017) |
Thursday, August 18, 2022
Acharya Kripalani: On The Orgy of Violence in 1947
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Acharya Kripalani and Sardar Patel |
Wednesday, August 17, 2022
Salman Rushdie’s Portrayal of Indira Gandhi
Feroze and Indira Gandhi |
Tuesday, August 16, 2022
The Communal Politics of Muhammad Iqbal
Monday, August 15, 2022
The Religion of Peace in Our Time
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Peace dove statue Togo, Africa |
Sunday, August 14, 2022
When the Fatwa finds the West: Faith, freedom, and the long arm of history
It is, perhaps, unsurprising that the long shadow of the fatwa eventually found Salman Rushdie not in the East, where it was first proclaimed, but in the heart of the West—New York City.
The ironies of history often unfold in reverse: what once appeared as distant echoes from distant lands now resonate in the metropoles of modernity. The United States, long conceived as a bastion of secular liberalism, is increasingly encountering the paradoxes of pluralism, where the freedom to believe may inadvertently become the freedom to radicalize.
This tension forms the backdrop of Joel Richardson’s provocative 2009 work, The Islamic Antichrist, a text which explores the eschatological parallels between Christian and Islamic traditions. In the opening chapter, tellingly titled “Why This Book? Waking up to the Islamic Revival,” Richardson posits a future that many would have once dismissed as implausible: the potential Islamization of America by the mid-21st century.
Richardson cites demographic and sociological trends to support his thesis. Islam, he argues, has been expanding in the United States at a rate of approximately 4 percent annually, with some estimates suggesting that the figure may have doubled in recent years. Prior to 2001, it was reported that around 25,000 Americans converted to Islam each year—a figure that, according to certain Muslim clerics, may have quadrupled since the 9/11 attacks. That moment of national trauma, far from curbing curiosity or conversions, appears to have catalyzed a spiritual reorientation among segments of the population.
Geography, too, plays a role in this unfolding narrative. Richardson notes that urban America—its cities of commerce, learning, and cultural production—is where Islam’s new adherents are most concentrated. The greater Chicago area, he observes, is home to over 350,000 Muslims, while New York City’s Muslim population surpasses 700,000. These numbers, while modest in relation to total populations, point to deeper undercurrents—of migration, identity-seeking, and ideological flux.
Yet it is not mere numbers that concern Richardson, but the character of the conversions. He expresses alarm at the possibility that some new adherents are being drawn not just to the spiritual dimensions of Islam, but to its more militant or political interpretations. He claims that elite American universities, progressive as they are in self-image, may unwittingly serve as fertile ground for radical thought—alongside certain urban mosques, which mirror the ideological ferment of madrasas in the non-Western world. In his view, the crisis is not confined to the peripheries of failed states; it is incubating within the very institutions that once prided themselves on their Enlightenment heritage.
Richardson extends his gaze to Western Europe, identifying similar patterns of growth and ideological fragmentation. Across France, Germany, and the United Kingdom, he sees not a seamless integration of communities but a fracturing of secular consensus. The question he raises—though not without controversy—is whether the liberal state, in its earnest attempt to protect religious expression, may have underestimated the transformative power of belief systems that carry their own political theologies.
To reflect on these matters is not to indict Islam or its followers wholesale. It is, rather, to grapple with a deeper philosophical question: can modern secular democracies accommodate faith traditions whose ultimate vision of society may not be secular? Where does tolerance end and complicity begin? And is it possible, in a world increasingly shaped by transnational flows of belief, identity, and grievance, to uphold both freedom of religion and freedom from religious coercion?
The attack on Rushdie—decades after The Satanic Verses and far from the lands where his book was first banned—serves as a somber reminder that ideas, like their authors, travel. And sometimes, so do the forces that seek to silence them.
Saturday, August 13, 2022
The Fatwa Catches Up With Salman Rushdie
Truschke’s Rewriting of Aurangzeb: Between Apologia and Amnesia
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Kashi Vishwanatha Temple |
Thursday, August 11, 2022
Laal Singh Chaddha: A Flop of Forrest Gumpian Proportions
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Aamir as Laal Singh Chaddha |
Wednesday, August 10, 2022
V. D. Savarkar On Mahatma Gandhi’s Politics
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V. D. Savarkar |
Tuesday, August 9, 2022
Cultures Don’t Survive
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Descent of Ganga |
Monday, August 8, 2022
Jadunath Sarkar’s History and the Truth About the Mughals
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Jadunath Sarkar |
Sunday, August 7, 2022
The Profound Revolution: The Battle of Plassey
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1762 painting of Clive meeting Mir Jafar after the Battle of Plassey |