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Ring for the butler
George Orwell describes somewhere the bustling arrival at a dak bungalow in Burma of a Burmese official of modest rank. The man stormed and shouted, threw his weight around, and having thereby established his superiority, squatted down to a co...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Dangerous ride
Sir — On my recent trip to Darjeeling, I was appalled by the people’s driving there. Previously, th ...  | Read.. 
 
Leading by example
Sir — Mamata Banerjee’s ‘walkout’ from her Kalighat residence has proved, once again, that she is a ...  | Read.. 
 
Parting shot
Sir — The picture titled “A march and a marathon: the great Indian divide” was a telling reminder ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
SEASONAL COMRADE
For the innumerable members of the Prakash Karat fan club this has been the week of surprise. The good comrade discovered tha...| Read.. 
 
REVIEW ARTS
The skeletons are out
Bengali theatre has outed homosexuality twice in quick succession. First, Theatron presented a translation of Vijay Tendulkar’s historic Mitrachi Goshta, on a lesbian s...  | Read.. 
 
Perfect stage for sun and shade
Rashmi Welfare Society and Nritya Mandir brought together Rabindrasangeet singer Rahul Mitra (picture) and poet Joy Goswami at Rabindra Sadan on October 29. Rabindrasangeet ha...  | Read.. 
 
Sweet but not sharp enough
Each classical dance format has its own style and demands a specific manner of presentation to establish the essence of that particular form. The brilliance of a dancer depend...  | Read.. 
 
THIS ABOVE ALL
Matilda’s death foretold
Matilda is a fifty-year-old widow living in a cottage with a stream running through its garden. It is close to a sea-side vil...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
Illness is the night-side of life, a more onerous citizenship. Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and the kingdom of the sick. Although we prefer to use only the good passport, sooner or later each of us is obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves as citizens of that other place. — SUSAN SONTAG