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Caught in a cleft stick
The passing of great men, makers of our recent history, leaves a hollow that we fail to see filled by younger generations of leaders in whichever field. We are wrong of course, great men and women of the future are possibly being born every day, but ...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Poison in the air
Sir — The failure of the democratic process in India is proved, among other things, by the fact tha ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
POOR STANDARD
This is the season for constitutional improprieties. Take for one the inclusion of the name of the speaker of the Lok Sabha i...| Read.. 
 
DANGER AHEAD
Everybody in this city, from political leaders to pavement-dwellers, knows about the deadly air pollution that has been killi...| Read.. 
 
FIFTH COLUMN
 
Chinese Chequers
The war of words between the Congress-led government and the Left over the contentious Indo-US nuclear deal has led to intens...  | Read.. 
OPED
Give us this day our daily mush
Sometimes, while browsing in Calcutta’s glittering bookshops with dangerously slippery floors, I make the mistake of sliding to a stop at the Philosophy shelf. Nothing can be ...  | Read.. 
 
Bird flew
Is it true that most people read Jonathan Livingston Seagull for the first time after being gifted it by their love interests? It must be, or all the members of this au...  | Read.. 
 
Mate for the soul
I still remember the maudlin expression on my friend’s face as she gushingly described her new lover to me. Although I was too intrigued by that look of unqualified idiocy on ...  | Read.. 
 
Till you’re Fountaindead
The continuing popularity of Ayn Rand, especially her ability to draw even the irregular reader to her oeuvre of inelegant, often repugnant prose, is mystifying. It is even mo...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
There is little pride in writers. They know they are human and shall some day die and be forgotten. Knowing all this a writer is gentle and kindly where another man is severe and unkind. — WILLIAM SAROYAN