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Saturday, July 10, 2010
Vol. 4 No. 27
LOUNGE THE WEEKEND MAGAZINE
India’s biggest independent band has a new album out later this month. We look at how Indian Ocean stayed together, made music and faced the most challenging year of their twodecade existence >Page 10
BUSINESS LOUNGE WITH KINETIC’S SULAJJA FIRODIA MOTWANI >Page 8
THE EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES Affordable prices, a line of watches, bridal wear that doesn’t weigh you down—Tarun Tahiliani is thinking ahead >Page 7
OCEAN’S
THREE THE GOOD LIFE
OUR DAILY BREAD
SHOBA NARAYAN
FICTION’S GLOBAL CRIME WAVE
Detective novels from Japan, Nigeria, Germany and Korea are pouring into the US as publishers hunt for the next Stieg Larsson >Page 14
(from left) Rahul Ram, Amit Kilam and Susmit Sen of Indian Ocean at a concert in Singapore on 3 July.
DETOURS
SAMAR HALARNKAR
SALIL TRIPATHI
THE RELUCTANT MAFIOSO The author of ‘Black Friday’ analyses the appeal of the quintessential ‘Bombay don’ ahead of another Haji Mastan film >Page 18
DON’T MISS
in today’s edition of
HOW TO DEAL WITH WARY STEPS INTO A NEW YORK SNARKY PUTDOWNS BENGALI KITCHEN STATE OF MIND
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ore than personality flaws like chronic lateness or indecisiveness; more than failings like snoring or fidgeting; the one thing that seems to infuriate couples is the public put-down. It’s odd really, how much we value this public appearance of solidarity in a marriage (or relationship) when it ought to fall fairly low in the hierarchy of sins. Consider. Wife in her nightie talking on the phone with her husband: “Yes, I am ready. I was just getting into the car when you called. Yeah, sure, you can start driving. >Page 4
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f you are a Bengali, it might be a good idea to stop reading now. If you are a Bengali and are still reading, you are either (a) bored (b) curious or (c) liberal—enough to hear some upending of your traditions by a Konkani boy, who in turn had to abandon some grandmotherly advice in telling you what I am about to. Back in the 1970s when life was gentler, and children thought nothing of sharing their room with their grandmother, as my brother and I did, she often frowned upon... >Page 6
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ou can tell it is summer in New York by the bright light that invades your hotel room early in the morning. In other cities, you want to hide beneath the blanket and sleep longer. But New York does not allow indulgence; each moment is precious, and you have none to lose. You look down the street from your 25th-floor window, and there is already a line of cars crawling along those linear streets. The day began long before you woke up, because the night had never ended. >Page 13
PHOTO ESSAY
THE FINAL SHOWDOWN