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VAT, CAS, MSP, etc.
It seems ages ago, but it is only five years since the Bharatiya Janata Party won enough seats to capture power. It did so by attracting new voters; it won especially strong support amongst literate, middle-class, politically conscious voters. They w...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Encouraging difference
Sir — If Kashmir were like Hindi films, India and Pakistan would be in agreement. The futility o ...  | Read.. 
 
Not a time to party
Sir — In the Seventies, the Congress reaped the advantage of a division in anti-Congress votes. The ...  | Read.. 
 
Climb every mountain
Sir— It was quite an experience to be “In the land of the gods” (July 7) with Sayomdeb Mukherjee. H ...  | Read.. 
 
Twin courage
Sir — The death of the Iranian twin sisters, Laleh and Ladan Bijani, is being mourned by the countr ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
MORE THE MERRIER
It looks now as if Parliament could even be physically rearranged to accommodate more female parliamentarians. Such is the Ce...| Read.. 
 
PSEUDO SAFFRON
The colour saffron, like the colour red, is seldom, if ever, a fast one. It fades quickly when it comes into contact with pow...| Read.. 
 
FIFTH COLUMN
 
Behind a state policy
In a landmark decision, the supreme court in the United States of America recently ruled that it is legal to give preferentia...  | Read.. 
OPED
A world fit for children is a world fit for all
After three days of discussion and debate during the children’s forum, an event preceding the United Nations special session on children, some 400 young people agreed on a sta...  | Read.. 
 
Vietnam and Iraq
During my years in the Indian foreign service, I was posted to Hanoi (1968-69) around the time the Democratic candidate, Hubert Humphrey, lost to the Republican, Richard Nixon...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
A sweet disorder in the dress/ Kindles in clothes a wantonness:/ A lawn about the shoulders thrown/ Into a fine distraction.../ A careless shoe-string, in whose tie/ I see a wild civility:/ Do more bewitch me, than when Art/ Is too precise in every part. — ROBERT HERRICK