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The modern Hazare
In the winter of 1947-48, the Indian cricket team visited Australia to play four Test matches. Australia, led by Don Bradman, were by some distance the finest team in world cricket. India, on the other hand, were greenhorns, having only played 10 Tes...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Play it safe
Sir — As a cricket lover, I have not been able to understand Mahendra Singh Dhoni’s decision not to ...  | Read.. 
 
Pet theory
Sir — One way of improving the health of one’s family members, scientists and psychologists have su ...  | Read.. 
 
New era
Sir — Citizens of South Sudan have every reason to be happy: their dream of an independent nation h ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
LIVING IN FEAR
The image of James Bond, flamboyant, flashy and with a licence to kill, is the bane of the intelligence world. The reality of...| Read.. 
 
REVIEW ARTS
A good and nostalgic feeling
If the alarming rate at which the worst of the West keeps invading this already battered city of ours does not decelerate, and ‘developers’ continue to delete old buildings ir...  | Read.. 
 
Monsoon magic
Baitalik, a premier institution of Rabindrasangeet, organized its annual programme at Rabindrasadan on July 8. The programme, titled Shesh Barshan, deserved praise. Spe...  | Read.. 
 
For a noble cause
Gallery Gold’s current display, Parampara: Traditions of Incredible India (June 26-July 17), presents what can be called a standard assortment of folk arts and crafts f...  | Read.. 
 
THIS ABOVE ALL
Last but not the least
The Icelandic Phallological Museum, in the fishing village of Húsavik in Iceland, is a museum devoted to penises. It was set...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes and hearts ears, bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, killed by dissembling, buried by ingratitude, and this is love. Fair lady, will you any? — JOHN LYLY
 
 
 
 
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