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Since 1st March, 1999
 
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Sylvan joy diminished
As Mamata Banerjee’s silence over the resort that is neither vedic nor a village reaches a deafening crescendo, I am reminded of an episode in Dhaka with Bhutan’s long-serving foreign minister, the late Dawa Tsering. Dawa had never heard of s...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Fall from the perch
Sir — As a frequent traveller on the Sealdah-Delhi Rajdhani Express, I have noticed that its condit ...  | Read.. 
 
Trial and error
Sir — The Secondary Board of Education of Assam has decided to make Hindi compulsory in Class X, in ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
THEY ARE NOT AMUSED
It is amazingly difficult to define fun. The concept is rich and confusing, culture-specific yet universal, innocent yet inca...| Read.. 
 
OPED
Decidedly un-real
In her notes for a talk on the problems of writing poetry, made in the Sixties, the American poet, Elizabeth Bishop, remembers that her maternal grandmother had a glass eye. Q...  | Read.. 
 
Two different acts altogether
The most moving theatrical experience at the Rabindra Utsav (organized by Happenings), quite unexpectedly, came in the newly-introduced category of children’s theatre, ...  | Read.. 
 
A mind in music
The blurring of the distinction between the loved one and the worshipped one in some of Tagore’s songs and the consequent problems of their classification under the ...  | Read.. 
 
Pleasing strings
Santoor Ashram presented three young singers and musicians at the Birla Academy on July 28. The first artist, Amrita, was...  | Read.. 
 
THIS ABOVE ALL
The Rajput who was expelled
I have known Jaswant Singh for nearly 30 years — almost all the time since he had been an important pillar of the Bharatiya ...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
Of acute sorrow I suppose that I know comparatively little. My saddest and most genuine sorrows are apt to be but transient regrets. The place of sorrow is supplied, perchance, by a certain hard and proportionately barren indifference. I am of kin to the sod, and partake of its dull patience — in winter expecting the sun of spring. — HENRY DAVID THOREAU
 
 
 
 
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