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Mitali Saran: Just love, actually

Just to be clear, "love jihad" - a concept that claims that Muslim men court Hindu women to convert them to Islam purely to take over India - doesn't exist

Mitali Saran: Media after Modi: Married to the mob

The media has, in fact, allowed politics - in real life as much as on Twitter - to tame and control its journalistic instincts

Oh what a circus, oh what a show

Our patriotism problem is not new, but it's a lot bigger now, and a lot uglier

Mitali Saran: So, about those breasts

Mitali Saran: Yes, and no, and yes, and no...

Bringing down the mouse

I sing all the time... Sadly, I emit only a kind of thin nasal wail that chokes and trembles and cracks, and occasionally lands foul of the note

Mitali Saran: Come September

Four years later

Mitali Saran: Ebola - think global, act local

Trashing the house

Mitali Saran: Back to school

On finally growing up

When you're a child they tell you that you can do whatever you want when you grow up; and then, when you're an adult doing whatever you want, they tell you to grow up

Mitali Saran: Waiter, there's 153 µg/m3 in my pea-souper

Notes on faking it

Mitali Saran: The flat earth society of sex education

Buy buy Delhi, hello Himachal

Mitali Saran: Comfort-zoning laws

Heat and dust in Delhi

We should be back just in time for the monsoon to fail to show up; apparently it has decided that things are nicer down south, so it should maybe just hang out there

Mitali Saran: A man-on-man fantasy

Absolutely no politics, please

I bet you're thinking that if one more stupid newspaper columnist says one more stupid thing about the stupid elections, you're going to just go ahead and burn the stupid newspaper. Well, don't be has