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Since 1st March, 1999
 
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A touch too much
Many years ago, I went to interview the journalist, Sham Lal, about his friendship with the anthropologist, Verrier Elwin. After he had told me how he first met the Englishman-turned-Indian, and got him to review novels pseudonymously for The Time...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
From the manger to the mall
Sir — It is sad to see Christmas being glamorized by the world of entertainment and commercials. Ev ...  | Read.. 
 
Border line
Sir — Aveek Sen has painted the tale of Khukuli Khatun with a lot of emotion, but not enough facts. ...  | Read.. 
 
Good cheer
Sir — These are troubled times for our country, and we need some news to cheer us up. I found one o ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
JUST TEA AND MADELEINE
Shakespeare is shrinking. A recent survey conducted by a British newspaper shows that of his thirty-odd plays, numerous sonne...| Read.. 
 
REVIEW ARTS
Chronicler of discarded spaces
The untitled black-and-white photographs in Shahid Datawala’s exhibition (Shadow Boxing, December 5-13, The Seagull Arts and Media Resource Centre) compel the viewer t...  | Read.. 
 
Neither strange nor beautiful
The Kerala-born Roy Thomas conveys the essence of his recent works in the title of his exhibition at The Seagull Arts and Media Resource Centre: From the vanishing point...  | Read.. 
 
Darkness and demons
As temperatures fall, Calcutta greets the winter rush of performers from outside. Nandikar’s National Theatre Festival commenced this week and a bouquet of Bangladeshi troupes...  | Read.. 
 
THIS ABOVE ALL
Donkeys, stars, chief ministers
I don’t mean the silly asses of Bollywood who are hired at fancy prices by political parties to draw crowds during elections:...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!/ You shall not sneer at me./ Pick up your hat and stethoscope,/ Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;/ I contemplate a joy exquisite / I’m not paying you for your visit./ I did not call you to be told/ My malady is a common cold. — OGDEN NASH
 
 
 
 
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