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Touching, Feeling...

Contributors respond to an invitation from <i >Outlook</i> to revisit their memories and describe their defining Indian experience.

INTRODUCTION
Touching,Feeling...
Contributorsrespond to an invitation from Outlook to revisit their memories anddescribe their defining Indian experience.

Is it possible to get beyond current buzzwordslike India Shining, or Not Shining, and 9 per cent growth, with or withoutequity, and 60 years of this, that and the other, while writing and reflectingon India? The short answer is yes. The long answer is contained in this seriesof memorable essays by contributors who have experienced India in differentways. They all responded to an invitation from Outlook to revisit their memoriesand describe their defining Indian experience. A Pakistani experience of Indiawas sorely needed, repeatedly promised, but alas, not delivered. Perhaps theyhave other things on their minds. Meanwhile, what did arrive was delightfullyvaried, ranging from the uproariously funny and wry, to the sentimental andsombre.

And should we be surprised that no twoexperiences are the same?

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PATRICK FRENCH

IHereby Attest Thee... Man And Wife
So we were married, followed by laddoos and theinstruction: You may now cross-feed



TASLIMA NASREEN

IAm But A Disembodied Voice, The Living Dead

What have I done that I can neither cross my ownthreshold nor enjoy human company?



JAN MORRIS

APanchatantra Of My Very Own

Encountering Gandhi's Dandi, rare Raj relics, apickpocket, a wanderer and a cool cabbie



MUKUL KESAVAN

AndThe Alarm Would Go, One, Two, Cha-Cha-Cha

Refugees from the streets, killers from next door, theterrible violence inside us



IAN JACK

LifeFlowing On The Ganga, As Seen From My Sick-Bed

A steadily accreting generosity amid the bedlam thatwraps one in a lasting warmth



LORD MEGHNAD DESAI

ThreeEncounters, One Enduring Image

I once chanced upon my hero, the PM. But it was twodeaths that showed me the real India.



LAILA TYABJI
Jungle,Bihar, Night, Apparition... Read On

The badland backdrop lingered. Until both sides got toknow the face behind the image.



DOMINIQUE LAPIERRE
Calcutta:One Saintly Morning, 26 Years Ago
That encounter with Mother Teresa changed my whole lifeand worldview



LLOYD I. & SUSANNE RUDOLPH

Emergency:Notes In Transit

Metaphor, analogy, circumlocution, we tried it all


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STEVE MCCURRY

TheBefore, During And After

It was my best time, the summer I spent chasing theMonsoon



JASON OVERDORF

ObjectiveObservations By A Ludicrous Freak

Often, it all ends up as a strange, involuntary, one-mancircus act by a bald white man



MANJUSHREE THAPA

WhenIndia Was Legible

Big Brother helped in the democracy battle. But I can'tread more.



EDWARD LUCE

AnydayThe Better Half Of The World

Being "married to India" means one is alreadydefined by the experience


CATHERINE CLEMENT
TheMan I Met In Mid-Flight

There was something about KRN: a child of Nehru, deep,smiling



NANDITA HAKSAR
Democracy,Hang Down Your Head And Cry

A young man's painful death in a Manipur village; anindelible taint on the Indian dream



M.G. VASSANJI

WeDidn't See The Inner Courtyard

Partition, we didn't relate to, except as event in thefamily chronicle. Till, we went back.



MARK TULLY
Ah,It All Comes Out Right In The End
The 'chalne do' precept has a lot going for it. Or doesit? A Pune trip offers few conclusions.



RAMESH RAMANATHAN
"Nope,I Just Quit..."

That final leap of faith: dropping out, tuning in withIndia

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