Update

I’ve joined GQ India as a staff writer. It’s possible to do so much in this country.

The magazine is out this September.

A public-private partnership

Perhaps government departments should get into private treaties with the TOI.

What I’d kill for

A collaboration between Rahman and Timbaland.

A Pratt alumnus dies

Of the thousands of television and radio advertisements on which Mr. Schwartz worked, none is as well known, or as controversial, as one that was broadcast exactly once: the so-called “daisy ad,” made for Lyndon B. Johnson’s presidential campaign in 1964.

Nothing to see here

If you haven’t visited yesterday and today, you haven’t missed much. For the rest of you, yep, it’s called chickening out (or being sensible).

The Happening

I wanted to kill myself.

Mayhem. Gorgeous mayhem

Life in Liberty City is good. Bought over the weekend. Much bloodshed since.

For your reading

The end of the world could come from space. Fantastic piece. While we’re here, this piece too is something else.

Dear Arun Lal

Please don’t ask us to save the tigers every time the Kolkata mascot is on television.

Best,

Rahul

 

Why Sanju’s better dead

The Max New York Life advert. Sanju leaves his shoes and socks on the floor in one room, his newspapers in another, his prescription medicines scattered on the counter, his laptop in yet another room (how many rooms does Sanju have?), and his wife finally finds him sprawled on a chair in their balcony, with his tea cup overturned and spilt. The wife’s thinking Sanju struggled from room to room before he died in the balcony. But we know Sanju’s not dead. He’s just being a pig. You feel sorry for her. She’s probably cleaning up after him everyday. So you wonder: Would life without Sanju be bad? And given how many rooms she has, is the life insurance necessary?