So, to borrow the title of an American bestseller,
Dude, where's my country? In the autumnal fog
of 2003, even if the vision of the stocktaker
is impaired by that familiar annual malady of
calendar fetish, can't you really see where it
is? No, it is not a stagnant shame in the backyard
of civilisation-and if you want to see one, look
in the distant deserts of Mesopotamia. And, sorry,
India is not an oriental remoteness in tatters.
CURRENT ISSUE JANUARY 05, 2004
