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Contending visions
Books do not change lives, but books can change the way we look at the world. As a student of economics, I was a high modernist who believed in transforming rural communities through industrialization. Concern for the poor came with a heavy dose of c...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Travel free
Sir — On the night of December 23, I entered the Chandni Chowk Metro station to catch the Dumdum-bo ...  | Read.. 
 
Medieval rules
Sir — The report, “Tourist strays into Puri temple” (Dec 29), proves that some regressive aspects o ...  | Read.. 
 
Blame them
Sir — I fully agree with Sumanta Sen that this has been a winter of discontent for the Nepalese, Bh ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
BEYOND A WISH LIST
A new year invariably brings with it new expectations and anxieties. It is necessary, unless the expectations were to be rele...| Read.. 
 
REVIEW ARTS
Looks familiar
Déjà vu sums up my overall reaction to the shows from across India at Nandikar’s festival. Seen in a vacuum, many of them may strike first-time viewers as original or g...  | Read.. 
 
It felt like grace
When music leaves one with a sense of deep fulfilment that could just as easily be described as a yearning for more, one has been in the presence of something extraordinary. A...  | Read.. 
 
Democracy from a distance
When some American friends and associates of mine from my alma mater, the University of Texas, met me ...  | Read.. 
 
The mystical brand
There is something potently ironical about Ruhaniyat, the all-India Sufi and mystic music festival, whose Calcutta episode played itself out on the Tollygunge Club greens rece...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them. Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed. I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room.— RABINDRANATH TAGORE
 
 
 
 
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