AN Roy
AN Roy
Anami Narayan Roy was the Director General of Police, Maharashtra, India and the former Police Commissioner of Mumbai...
sorry views people
Many people have accused me of having a romantic view, whereas I personally I feel sorry for those who have lost romance in their lives.
scams dollars billions
The UID is a corporate scam which funnels billions of dollars into the IT sector
data world bills
Nilekani's technocratic obsession with gathering data is consistent with that of Bill Gates, as though lack of information is what is causing world hunger.
beautiful please-me please
There is nothing that pleases me more than a beautiful sentence ... It is something that satisfies me.
people bombs four
the truth is that it's far easier to make a bomb than to educate four hundred million people.
real confused writing
People say to me, Oh, it's so wonderful that you're writing about real things, and that it's a political thing to do, and I say, look-to be in my position and not say anything is a hell of a political thing. You need to think politically, otherwise you'll be one of these people who says, Oh, this person's saying this and that person's saying that, and I'm confused. And I say, yeah, because you want to be confused.
imagination racist anti-american
To call someone 'anti-American', indeed, to be anti-American, is not just racist, it's a failure of the imagination.
jobs real salary
The NGO-ization of politics threatens to turn resistance into a well-mannered, reasonable, salaried, 9-to-5 job. With a few perks thrown in. Real resistance has real consequences. And no salary.
country freedom numbers
The world's 'freeest' country has the highest number in prison.
lonely alive
Let's leave one alive so that it can be lonely.
heart writing ambitious
In a way, writing is an incredible act of individualism, producing your language, and yet to use it from the heart of a crowd as opposed to as an individual performance is a conflicting thing. I do stand alone, and yet it's not about being an individual or being ambitious.
growing-up eye trying
They would grow up grappling with ways of living with what happened. They would try to tell themselves that in terms of geological time it was an insignificant event. Just a blink of the Earth Woman's eye. That Worse Things had happened. That Worse Things kept happening. But they would find no comfort in the thought.
jobs memories loss
It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined. Over the years, as the memory of Sophie Mol ... slowly faded, the Loss of Sophie Mol grew robust and alive. It was always there. Like a fruit in season. Every season. As permanent as a government job.
memories water heaven
Heaven opened and the water hammered down, reviving the reluctant old well, greenmossing the pigless pigsty, carpet bombing still, tea-colored puddles the way memory bombs still, tea-colored minds.