The young and restless Kashmir has arrived big time on the web. All these years it has sliced quite a bit of the network pie. Action-filled videos are posted every

The big daddies and their spunky kids will sit out of the Lower House. Six unknown faces, with no or little repute in Delhi circles, will walk into the Lok

Jammu's ace lensman Ashok Sodhi's love for stills will live on even after his death. The hands that spared Rs 50,000 for a branded camera, now part of an urn,

Winter in Kashmir is music. It lives in the notes of Santoor, in the long icicles creaking down from the sun-beaten roof of the desolate Gulmarg church. On the whoosh

Ismatullah Jami hates tears, emotions and Kashmir's extensive hospitality. He calls them Satan's inventions. Today, as he clung hesitantly onto the state's unkempt green and white bus, his face is

Not many sightseers know they are being cheated on Kashmir. They hear more about it but end up seeing little. Very little. Trust me, the Valley is not a postcard

Kashmir, mumbled, the unkempt gray-haired sage of Anantnag, needs a nurse, a big towel to soak tears and a lot of loud cries and weeping. One understands the

Kashmir will log on to 2006 on Sunday, and like the holiday, things will move very slowly, perhaps not much should be expected to change in the next 12 months: