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Contentedly together
An Indian who sets eyes on the exquisitely carved Jaipur Gate overlooking the English Channel at Hove will at once claim it as his own and expect the strains of a shehnai to wail from the domed naqqar khana that crowns the pavilion. Yet...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Poor analysis
Sir— In “Vulnerable, but united”, (Oct 26) Githa Hariharan laments the lack of basic amenities for ...  | Read.. 
 
Hail the king
Sir — The Battle of Bonn finally ended with a decisive win for India’s Viswanathan Anand who succee ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
TERROR ALL THE TIME
How many times will the administration try to shut an ill-fitting door after the horse has bolted? If the chief minister of A...| Read.. 
 
REVIEW ARTS
Large and small
It was an excellent idea to show some of the recent paintings of Rao Kodanda and Basist Kumar together (Bose Pacia, until today). Instead of choosing to paint on large canvase...  | Read.. 
 
In the beginning, there was the force
Shinjan Nrityalay presented Nrityanjali at Rabindra Sadan on October 26. Under the guidance of Aloka Kanungo, an established Odissi dancer and a senior disciple of Kelu...  | Read.. 
 
Telling the tale
Gabriel García Márquez wrote in 1967 that “A character is a kind of a collage, is a mixture of different people you know”. In this sense, the exhibition of photographs on Gar...  | Read.. 
 
Youth with experience
Utshaho-udbhash brought together Sayan Bandopadhyay and Rahul Mitra in an evening of Rabindrasangeet titled...  | Read.. 
 
THIS ABOVE ALL
The dark side of the nation
I have long been disillusioned by the literary quality of works that win prestigious literary awards like the Nobel, Booker, ...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
Yet now despair itself is mild,/ Even as the winds and waters are;/ I could lie down like a tired child,/ And weep away the life of care/ Which I have borne and yet must bear,/ Till death like sleep might steal on me. — PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY