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Chilled out
This is meant to be the worst time of the year here. Three weeks or so after Christmas, the theoretically jolly festivities are but a distant memory of which we are now counting the expense, and we are consumed by winter depression with nothing furth...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Important question
Sir — Ashok Mitra has raised a pertinent question — “Does the prime minister matter?” — in his arti ...  | Read.. 
 
Without a future
Sir — The editorial, “Dismal state” (Jan 14), has rightly described the bitter rivalry between West ...  | Read.. 
 
Parting shot
Sir — It is shocking that books were stolen from the premises of the Calcutta High Court (“Books st ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
ROUGH PASSAGE
The body of a 15-year-old girl hanging from a barbed wire fence for hours is the latest symbol of the South Asian border trag...| Read.. 
 
CRY FREEDOM
From languishing at the bottom of all indices that symbolize the triumph of humanity, sub-Saharan Africa is on its way to bec...| Read.. 
 
CHINA DIARY
 
What the list does not say
The annual list of ten best investigative stories is out. Compiled by Xinhua, the official news agency, the list compr...  | Read.. 
OPED
What age cannot wither
An attractive woman of advanced years is often pronounced “well-preserved”. People agree she “maintains herself” very well. She could be an interesting, slightly decrepit, her...  | Read.. 
 
Whose problem is it anyway?
Often enough, in situations of some seriousness or in the midst of an epiphany, one hears people gravely intone, “Nothing lasts forever”. Recently, while watching a recording ...  | Read.. 
 
Size up
“Make it large.” Large is cool, large is the big life, large is fun — as long as it is a drink. Presented by a lithe, moody, po-facedly funny, immensely popular actor, support...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
It is the hour to be drunken! To escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish. — CHARLES BAUDELAIRE