AN Roy
AN Roy
Anami Narayan Roy was the Director General of Police, Maharashtra, India and the former Police Commissioner of Mumbai...
war despise adore
There is a war that makes us adore our conquerors and despise ourselves.
country princess writing
The [Booker] prize was actually responsible in many ways for my political activism. I won this thing and I was suddenly the darling of the new emerging Indian middle class – they needed a princess. They had the wrong woman. I had this light shining on me at the time, and I knew that I had the stage to say something about what was happening in my country. What is exciting about what I have done since is that writing has become a weapon, some kind of ammunition.
given stills
He held her as though she was a gift. Given to him in love. Something still and small. Unbearably precious.
hurt children people
Ammu loved her children (of course), but their wide-eyed vulnerability and their willingness to love people who didn't really love them exasperated her and sometimes made her want to hurt them-- just as an education, a precaution.
punishment cupboards
Some things come with their own punishments.
military home greed
See, ma'am, frankly speaking this problem can't be solved by us police or military. The problem with these tribals is they don't understand greed. Unless they become greedy there's no hope for us. I have told my boss, remove the force and instead put a TV in every home. Everything will be automatically sorted out.
people come-up crisis
The people who created the crisis will not be the ones that come up with a solution
law made should
That it really began in the days when the Love Laws were made. The laws that lay down who should be loved, and how. And how much.
dream sea joy
Our dreams have been doctored.We belong no where. We sail unanchored on troubled seas.We may never be allowed ashore. Our sorrows will never be sad enough. Our joys never happy enough. Our dreams never big enough. Our lives never important enough. To matter..
healing acceptance teens
Change is one thing. Acceptance is another.
mother memories eye
Memory was that woman on the train. Insane in the way she sifted through dark things in a closet and emerged with the most unlikely ones - a fleeting look, a feeling. The smell of smoke. A windscreen wiper. A mother's marble eyes. Quite sane in the way she left huge tracts of darkness veiled. Unremembered.
relationship thinking world
Sometimes I think the world is divided into those who have a comfortable relationship with power and those who have a naturally adversarial relationship with power.
impossible unthinkable happened
It was a time when the unthinkable became the thinkable and the impossible really happened
real land class
Every strategy for real social change - land reform, education, public health, the equitable distribution of natural resources ... - has been cleverly, cunningly, and consistently scuttled and rendered ineffectual by those castes and that class of people which has a stranglehold on the political process.