The Telegraph
Saturday , June 29 , 2013

Hatred and suspicion

Earlier this year, I was discussing partisanship in Indian politics with a friend from Bangalore temporarily based in Boston. In no other democracy, I suggested, did the two major parties use such vile language about one another. When the government of India chose to allow foreign direct investment in the retail sector, the chief ...   | Read..
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