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Kabul then, Myanmar now
On my first trip to New York — back in the mid- Eighties — I paid a visit to the United Nations, an institution then held in somewhat higher esteem than it is now. In the plaza outside, a demonstration was in progress. The protesters were Afghan men,...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Harsh lessons
Sir — In Thrissur, Kerala, a teacher reportedly forced a child of three to drink urine after she ...  | Read.. 
 
Spoilt by choice
Sir — In India, the people’s fascination for official privileges and free lunches makes them crave ...  | Read.. 
 
Parting shot
Sir — After having lived and driven in Delhi and Bangalore, I found a couple of things peculiar to ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
NOT LETTING IT GO
Artists love to go for the suppressed possibility, the dark hint. While scientists, research organizations, bureaucrats, poli...| Read.. 
 
REVIEW ARTS
Canvas in continuous motion
Photographer Soumitra Datta, who has been shooting landscapes for more than twenty years now, presents his current exhibition of colour prints, shot in both film and digital m...  | Read.. 
 
Smell of earth and sweat
Bengal’s folk tradition has a distinctive style and a lot of variety. The main streams of this tradition are baul, bhatiali, and sari. Baul songs have a high spi...  | Read.. 
 
Pretty pictures, broken forms
Two painters and one senior sculptor, who have little in common, recently got together to organize an exhibition titled Glimpses & Traces at the Birla Academy of Ar...  | Read.. 
 
Perfectly timed
Arnold Wesker made his name with his Roots trilogy, which examined the crisis ...  | Read.. 
 
THIS ABOVE ALL
Weep away the life of care
There is an expression that one often comes across in Urdu poetry, but in no other language that one knows. It is gareeban...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
‘There won’t be any revolution in America,’ said Isadore. Nikitin agreed. ‘The people are too clean. They spend all their time changing their shirts and washing themselves. You can’t feel fierce and revolutionary in a bathroom.’ — ERIC LINKLATER