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Foibles of historians
Irfan Habib is the doyen of historians of the Mughal age. He published a book on the Mughal agrarian system 45 years ago, when most of the world’s people were not even born. He was soon appointed professor in Aligarh, which has been a formidable vant...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Without basis
Sir — On December 11, a report in The Telegraph stated that a Mumbai police officer has “con ...  | Read.. 
 
False promises
Sir — I would like to warn the readers of The Telegraph against the unethical business pract ...  | Read.. 
 
For a place in the sun
Sir — The Onges people, some of whom died after consuming spurious liquor in Little Andaman, are us ...  | Read.. 
 
Sharp contrast
Sir — I visit my relatives in Ranchi every Durga Puja, and with each passing year, I am more and mo ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
DECLINE AND FALL
Declining growth is something that Indians have got painfully used to in recent months. Quarterly growth of gross domestic pr...| Read.. 
 
JUST VISION
The extent to which inequality is fundamental to Indian society becomes shockingly clear when systemic reforms that are imper...| Read.. 
 
MALA FIDE
 
A New Future waits
A severe winter has descended on Kashmir but this year the biting cold has brought a sense of warmth and a fresh ‘zing’ of ho...  | Read.. 
OPED
Notes from a ghost town
Every night, at 11 pm, Moumita Pan waits in the dark with her schoolbooks for the electric light to come on. A student of Class XI, she has to race through her studies before ...  | Read.. 
 
Closed gates and desolation
There are two slogans boldly painted on the wall near the closed gates of the Dunlop factory in Sahagunj. One declares that the building, now deserted and forlorn, is India’s ...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
We were a self-centred army without parade or gesture, devoted to freedom, the second of man’s creeds, a purpose so ravenous that it devoured all our strength, a hope so transcendent that our earlier ambitions faded in its glare. — T.E. LAWRENCE