One tragedy of being an academic, besides eventually succumbing to the corruption of one’s discourse with articulations such as one’s discourse, is that one is doomed to a life of perpetual panic.
I am an Indian living in England — a former journalist, now an academic.
There is this four-letter word in English that many of us are severely allergic to — and no, this one doesn’t start with ‘F’.
In my many years of marking student journalism, nothing has given me more pain than the apostrophe: my teeth are all gnashed-out now, and I think I am in need of an urgent hair transplant.
The most interesting part of an academic year is the first couple of weeks. I love the buzz it brings.
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