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| The West for the masses |
| Recent changes may disturb responsible Indians, not just bigots |
| Hearing a Gariahat shopkeeper mention a jewellery store down the road as he struggled to give directions to a stranger, I suggested that the Ramakrishna Mission cultural centre’s massive domed bulk directly opposite was a more recognizable landmark. ... |
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| Linked to failure |
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Sir — I went to the Calcutta Municipal Corporation office in Behala last week to pay domestic tax. ... |
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| Wealth is wisdom |
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Sir — Good education leads to prosperity (“Two sisters”, Feb 1). So Lakshmi and Saraswati can inhab ... |
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| Sound and silence |
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Sir — I am a resident of Gokhale Road. It feels good to tell people that my house is in the lane ne ... |
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| MAGIC CASEMENTS |
| Are children unhappier now because they have more freedom or less? They can watch more television and spend more money, but t...|
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| Soothing balm for sore ears |
| Like a magic balm, Ustad Amjad Ali Khan’s sarod recital soothed bruised minds and sore ears between 3 am and 7 am in the last session of the Dover Lane Music Conference (Nazru... |
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| Themes and variations |
| To think about the sheer diversity of themes on which programmes of Tagore’s songs are planned today is to give in to amazement. While these mark an increase of scholarly inte... |
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| Absence of imagination |
| There was a time, some decades ago, when art lovers from all walks of life used to look forward to the annual exhibition at the Academy of Fine Arts in which leading artists f... |
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| A clash of civilizations |
| The word, ‘fundoo’, is yet to find a place in the Oxford English Dictionary. It was coined in Pakistan. It is derived from ‘f... |
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I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far every time the door opens. — VIRGINIA WOOLF
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