Shah Nawaz Mohal

And why we keep on falling for them over and over againAnswer this: Do you think of ideology as a man-made monster, hatched to experience a feel-good gush within ourselves and act sanctimoniou

And why beating war drums and jingoism peaks and falls sporadically When in trouble, escalate. When things at home seem bleak, escalate. When a distraction is desperately needed, esca

How certain lawyers came to not give a fig about anything or anyoneThey are indifferent, violent, hell bent on being aggressive and all set to destroy whatever finds itself in their way. The h

Sans purpose, without roots, free from any and every ideology; behold Mankind in all its cluelessness For centuries, mankind has strived to achieve ‘enough’. Enough food, enough

Are we prepared for the aftermath? Democracy, dear reader, is all set to bid us farewell for it is well on its way to spend the rest of eternity in perdition. We have murdered its ess

How unreality of cinema provides an oasis to those sick and buried in real lives Some things- they could be a quote, a picture, a face, a joke, a voice- leave a very lasting impression on us.

Witnessing the rise and rise of pulpit via politics of protest Two years back, a different Maulana was at it. Today, in the here and now, another Maulana is at the government’s thr

And how to live, laugh, cry and die in a sheepdom Let’s take the road we’ve never traversed before. Without deviating from the usual practice of ending our column with a quote, th

And how it is bought, sold and used for the greater stratification of society To buy, sell, bag profits, and possess novelty is what humanity has reduced to. We are voracious consume

And why journalism needs a thorough overhaul the world over I, like a million other journalists, enjoy my brief forays into other people’s misery. Also, I am in the business of maki

The only choice we have is to persevere with patience and persistence  You win some, you lose some. No one wins it all, no one loses it forever. And the above two sentences are neither copy-

And how they shape and reshape our world Nothing, I repeat, nothing is what it seems to be. Behind every facade of power lies subservience. Scratch the surface of the bravest of souls