In the night of the tyrants, Who calls my name from afar? I must climb the scaffolding of the gallows to see beyond the prison parapets. Have they waylaid the caravan of the new dawn? “Majrooh Sultanpuri”I had turned up in Mumbai to cover the aftermath of the 1993 bomb blasts. On my way to meet Rusi Karanjia editor of Blitz and journalist Olga Tellis, at the US Club in […]

Villagers smoke dead men, women and children like kippers They drain the fat from the dead bodies before and use it as cooking oil Practise has been banned sine 1975 but still carries on in remote parts From the cliffs of a village in Papua New Guinea’s Morobe highlands, charred corpses leer at passers-by. Their flesh is stained red, and they seem to be imprisoned within cages of bamboo, as […]