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A history of stillness
Research into colonial photography is endlessly challenging. The sepia-tinted calotypes, the salt-and-albumen prints and the occasional silvered daguerreotypes available in various libraries, museums and private holdings the world over are only a fra...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Mixed bag
Sir — The Unlawful Activities (Prevention) Amendment Bill, 2008, tabled in the Lok Sabha in the wak ...  | Read.. 
 
Flawed practice
Sir — The Union ministry of education has various schemes offering scholarships to needy students. ...  | Read.. 
 
Better than the rest
Sir — It is wrongly believed that government airlines provide poor service to customers. Recently, ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
DOWN AND OUT
Populist noises notwithstanding, the principal aim of higher education is the pursuit of excellence. Research degrees, like d...| Read.. 
 
WON’T BUDGE
Slight flutter followed by business as usual: this has been the pattern during attempts at getting Calcutta’s old and polluti...| Read.. 
 
CHINA DIARY
 
Fourth estate in trouble
Contrary to popular perception, reporting in China isn’t just about accepting party handouts. Beijing’s China Youth Daily...  | Read.. 
OPED
Keep the fruit cakes in the family
The only photograph on the walls of Nahoum’s is of Solomon Nahoum with the workers of the bakery. The framed picture hangs just above the red refrigerator that stores the Blac...  | Read.. 
 
Winter light
I remember the festive season in England as a time of bleakness and vexation, when a nation naturally given to gloom wakes up to the hideous business of making merry. O the b...  | Read.. 
 
Bright with an ancient joy
Christmas comes here with lights, music, delicate paper decorations strung across, above and along the road, and shared joy around a beautiful little model of the miraculous b...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
Cats, no less liquid than their shadows,/ Offer no angles to the wind./ They slip, diminished, neat, through loopholes/ Less than themselves. — A.S.J. TESSIMOND