It’s the late 1980s and Anirban Roy, fresh from the dustbowls of Inner India, arrives on an alternative planet called JNU. Here Marx rules the graffiti, the pamphlets and the suggested reading list. But Freud, at least his sex thing, rules most minds.
Anirban has a fixed goal: get through the ‘civil services’. Every day he hurries through his ablutions, eats a slippery fried egg with a half-burnt toast, quickly scans The Hindu (the preferred newspaper of long-term civil services aspirants), stuffs a notebook into his jhola and sets out to...
It’s the late 1980s and Anirban Roy, fresh from the dustbowls of Inner India, arrives on an alternative planet called ...
