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One cheer for the IPL
I must admit that some good came out of the Indian Premier League after all — the great Sri Lankan batsman, Sanath Jayasuriya, withdrew his retirement from international cricket....  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Cash current to shock thieves
Sir — Electricity theft can now be controlled in a novel way. Dakshin Haryana Bijli Vitran Nigam in ...  | Read.. 
 
Class apart
Sir — The teachers in West Bengal face utter humiliation during elections and census. Election and ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
OPEN UP THE MIND
A harbinger of modernity cannot be bound by prejudice. Buddhadeb Bhattacharjee, the chief minister of West Bengal, sees himse...| Read.. 
 
REVIEW ARTS
Faith and despair
In his book, Joy Baba Felunath, Satyajit Ray gives a wonderful account of the sights and smells of Benaras. The ancient, ornate houses with tiny figures in bright paint...  | Read.. 
 
Virtual inscapes
Uttiya Majumdar’s exhibition of digital art prints, Grunge Matter (Gaganendranath Pradarshashala, June 28-30), looked experimental in Calcutta. But digital art is as ol...  | Read.. 
 
Staged to enthral
Debesh Chattopadhyay, director of one of the best Bengali productions at present — Sansriti’s Surya Pora Chhai — acknowledges inspiration from Primo Levi’s autobiograph...  | Read.. 
 
Muted celebration
Gallery K2 celebrated its first anniversary by holding an exhibition titled, Art and Industry (June 23 to July 7). Since it was a celebratory occasion, it was not wrong...  | Read.. 
 
THIS ABOVE ALL
Love in turbulent times
It is a sordid tale. But as told by Moni Mohsin in her novel, The End of Innocence, it is gripping. All the characters...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
You do not know/ The noxious smell untraceable in the drains,/ Inaccessible to the plumbers, that has its hour of the night; you do not know/ The unspoken voice of sorrow in the ancient bedroom/ At three o’clock in the morning. I am not speaking/ Of my own experience, but trying to give you/ Comparisons in a more familiar medium. — T.S. ELIOT