Highlights included poetry readings by Jeet Thayil, Keki Daruwala and Jane Bhandari at a session held in honour of the late Dom Moraes, Nissim Ezekiel and Arun Kolatkar, and a conversation between Suketu Mehta and William Dalrymple that touched on encounter killings, bar girls and gangsters with a proclivity for hotel showers. But the undoubted pi&rsquoece de r&rsquosistance was the Salman Rushdie talk, the audience for which prudently took its seats more than an hour in advance. Rushdie deftly fended off Barkha Dutt&rsquos questions about the politics of his writing and regaled the audience instead with a stream of anecdotes about an Egyptian maitre&rsquod who told him proudly that he had read that book (a reference to Satanic Verses) the genesis of his atheism as a youngster (&lsquoIn London I saw a church that was so ugly I realised it was an empty house- and I promptly rushed out to buy myself a ham sandwich) and his brief acting stint, which ended when it was decreed that the words pork and sex couldn&rsquot be said on Pakistani TV.