Sandip Roy's Dispatches from Kolkata

Sandip Roy's Dispatches from Kolkata


"A lot has been written about the changing India," says writer and NPR contributor Sandip Roy. "But reporting about a changing India is one thing. Living in it and dealing with a country where newspapers are still being launched instead of folding, Internet rumors spark mass exoduses, and cricketers advertise skin-whitening creams called Fair and Handsome is another thing." Sandip delivers an audio diary from Kolkata India every weekMore from Sandip Roy's Dispatches from Kolkata »

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Sandip Roy: Monsoon on Stage

Monsoon Wedding by Mira Nair was an unlikely hit in 2001.

Sandip Roy: Mother Leila

This mother's Day I was thinking about a very particular mother. Not mine but a woman named Leila Seth.

Sandip Roy: Air India to the rescue?

Air India's reputation is of a sort of futzy dowager, very uncool. Even its mascot a Maharajah in a red coat and turban with a pointy mustache seems very quaint, harking back to an old colonial India.

Sandip Roy: Cow Vigilantes

There's a new political force center stage in India these days. The cow.

Sandip Roy: A rose by any other name

There have been other mob attacks in India before thre Nigerians were beaten in a mall in Delhi on March 27. Each time the government promises stringent action.

Sandip Roy: Same Old Chickens

Used as Indian Americans are to being heralded as the model minority, their feathers might be ruffled by the stories of harassment coming out of the US

Sandip Roy: Bad Karma on the Ganga

I was in the holy city of Varanasi and I saw what CNN showed the world on the new show Believer with Reza Aslan. I saw the Ganga, the holy river of the Hindus polluted.

Sandip Roy: Outsourcing the Dream?

Perhaps an unwelcoming America is not such a bad thing for the rest of the world.

Sandip Roy: English Vinglish

When I landed in the US I had one advantage over many other immigrants from different parts of the world. I spoke English. Other Indians are less lucky.

Sandip Roy: The Real Saroo

When I was a little boy I once lost my parents in a busy market in Kolkata. I was probably lost for all of 15 minutes.

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