Any good society survives on a circulation of favours.

Go to the tea shop anywhere along the Ganga, sir, and look at the men working in that tea shop - men, I say, but better to call them human spiders that go crawling in between and under the tables with rags in their hands, crushed humans in crushed uniforms, sluggish, unshaven, in their thirties or forties or fifties but still "boys." But that is your fate if you do your job well - with honesty, dedication, and sincerity, the way Gandhi would have done it, no doubt.

I want to read Keats and Wordsworth, Hemingway, George Orwell.

I’ve lived in several countries and been a disaster everywhere.

Mangalore, the coastal Indian town where I lived until I was almost 16, is now a booming city of malls and call-centres. But, in the 1980s, it was a provincial town in a socialist country.

I am coming back to New York after five years, and it seems that psychics are taking over the city.

Inconvenience in progress, work is regretted.