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Watch it come down
Well, phew! I am almost at a loss. Any time this month until early last week, I could have covered pages on the political state of affairs here but, against all the odds, the status quo wobbles on with Gordon Brown as our almost painfully dama...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
The global language
Sir — With reference to “Million-word march? Nothing but sham,” June 16, two corrections are in ord ...  | Read.. 
 
Royally stripped
Sir — Since Independence, India has dispensed with the zamindari and the feudal systems. Abo ...  | Read.. 
 
Health horror
Sir — I was horrified to hear about the conditions at the Beleghata hospital (“Swine flu ‘suspect’ ...  | Read.. 
 
Plastic menace
Sir — Even if the government’s notification on the health warning to be displayed on all tobacco pr ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
BAND OF TERROR
The rule of law, one of the pillars of a democratic polity and society, is based on an element of trust and reciprocity. It i...| Read.. 
 
TALK TIME
There is something distinctly odd about citizens of a modern democracy being taught manners by the State. But mobile phones h...| Read.. 
 
WORDCAGE
 
Not Quite the Same
I like making large pronouncements on large issues of English, don’t I? But let’s look at a small one: the words but a...  | Read.. 
LAW
Sex, lies and loopholes
Did Shiney Ahuja do it? Or didn’t he? The debate continues as to whether or not the Bollywood actor raped his 18-year-old domestic help or had consensual sex with her. Though ...  | Read.. 
 
Street Legal
A woman who died of burns gave a dying declaration that her husband had poured kerosene all over her before setting her on fire with a matchstick....  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
Our freedom as free lances / Advances towards its end; / The earth compels, upon it / Sonnets and birds descend; / And soon, my friend, / We shall have no time for dances. — LOUIS MACNEICE