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The sensitive sociologist
I have been reading the collected essays of M.N. Srinivas, who in his lifetime was widely regarded as the country’s foremost sociologist and social anthropologist. But public memory is short, and although Srinivas died less than a decade ago (in 199...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Diplomacy over patriotism
Sir — Ashok V. Desai has exposed the nexus of criminals, police and politicians, and the inability ...  | Read.. 
 
Not human
Sir — The report about the death of a patient, Kanak Kumar Auddy, at the Calcutta National Medical ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
CHANDNI CHOWK TO CHINA
Corruption and ignorance have their own sleights of hand. The transport minister, Subhas Chakraborty, has now thought up — if...| Read.. 
 
REVIEW ARTS
Traditions, twisted or transformed
A spellbinding recital by Ajoy Chakraborty was the pièce de résistance of the Gunidas Sangeet Sammelan, organized by the Maharashtra Lalit Kala Nidhi at the G.D. Birla ...  | Read.. 
 
Off the beaten track
What becomes clear in hindsight often remains obscure when viewed in present time. The exhibition titled Beyond Convention (Anant Art Gallery, till January 10) offers “...  | Read.. 
 
Icons and influence
It is easy to confuse any of Bageshree Dutta’s works with those of Ramananda Bandapadhyay, so steeped she is in her mentor’s signature style. Dutta’s recently concluded solo e...  | Read.. 
 
Seasons’ songs
Artists of Kshanika presented a collection of Tagore’s songs of the seasons at Sisir Mancha on December 7. Choral songs like Aj bari jhare jharo jharo and E ki maya ...  | Read.. 
 
THIS ABOVE ALL
Well beyond redemption
My father was a great one for making New Year resolutions. I inherited the habit from him. His resolutions were earthy, usual...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
For god’s sake, hold your tongue, and let me love,/ Or chide my palsy, or my gout,/ My five grey hairs, or ruined fortune flout,/ ...Take you a course, get you a place,/ Observe his honour, or his grace,/ Or the King’s real, or his stamped face/ Contemplate; what you will, approve,/ So you will let me love. — JOHN DONNE