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The Genesis: I started this site as a one-off blog. It was to host pieces that I would not be penning anywhere else. I would not be writing these elsewhere because publishers may have vehemently disagreed with what I might have articulated. Or, they might have agreed with me in principle, but would have been more inclined not to rub their patrons and advertisers the wrong way.

I started the "a critique of the times" as a sort of anonymous blog, based on a nick I used for chatting earlier. The blog ended up being neither here nor there. It was anonymous only to the extent of it not carrying my name. But there were scores of people who knew I used the nick "write2kill" on chat sites. So much for anonymity.

The Relaunch: If you care to browse through the archives, you will know how much I happened to write here. The idea of writing anonymously never appealed to me, and the blog, therefore, was doomed to be a non-starter. It was not that I craved for a name, but because I had always loathed anonymous blogs and their bloggers who took advantage of the anonymity offered by the Net to indulge in cheapshot shadow-boxing. I am an ardent advocate of the right to free expression, and anonymous expressions have never appealed to me.

The site, if it had to continue, had to be under my own name. And so it is now. For more about I, me, myself, see click on the "About the writer" link on the left panel. For more about the "write2kill" nick, follow the link on the same panel.

The New Site: This site incorporates the other blogs that I had been publishing elsewhere — primarily Media Culpa, The Expressionist, and Human Nature Online. Maintaining a blog regularly is not a joke. The joke is certainly on you, if you try running more than one — all the blogs suffer. So it did. It was a better idea to assimilate my other blogs into this site, which now includes other new sections — First Person, needless to say, would be first-hand accounts.

Over the last 16 years or so, I must have had a few thousand published pieces. I don't remember when I stopped keeping track of what I wrote. I don't maintain my clippings as diligently and methodically as I did, say, in the first 5-6 years of my writing career. Neither do I bookmark/print what is published online. The site will now help me keep track of whatever I write.

Subir Ghosh
May 14, 2007
Random articles

I feel betrayed by the Indian government, says Muivah on Manipur visit

I feel betrayed by the Indian government, says Muivah on Manipur visit
For a man on a mission of reaching out to his people, the National Socialist Council of Nagalim (NSCN) general secretary has been a busy man. The backdrop of talks with the Indian government makes Thuingaleng Muivah busier still. But he doesn’t keep you waiting. He doesn’t keep you waiting because he is not the kind. The glint in his eyes is unmistakable, as he comes forward to greet me. As he exchanges pleasantries, it is evident he doesn’t forget things. He recollects my interactions with him long before the NSCN signed the ongoing ceasefire with the Indian government in 1997. You don’t expect such a man to forget his homeland, much though he may have been away for years at a length. And he couldn’t forget his own home either. So the home front is what we start talking about. I feel betrayed by the Indian government, says Muivah on Manipur visit

The BlackBerry, the elite, and a question of civil liberties

The BlackBerry, the elite, and a question of civil liberties
The Indian elite is known for many things good, bad and ugly, its ostrich syndrome being one. Any ill that does not plague it, simply does not exist. A liberalised socio-economic regime gives it all the privileges that it barefacedly demands; civil liberties always go to hell and stay there. So when civil liberties activists raised the alarm after the Indian laws governing cyberspace and online activities came into force, no one took any cognizance of them. Street dogs after all are wont to bark. At every one, at everything. India Inc was gung ho about development, never mind what that means, and the media was dutifully reflecting this misplaced euphoria. Everyone used the Internet, the Internet made money for everyone, this way and that. Till one fine day. The BlackBerry, the elite, and a question of civil liberties