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| West Bengal can now learn a few things from Bangladesh |
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Of the countries close to or bordering India, I have been once to China and Afghanistan, twice to Sri Lanka and Nepal, and three times to Pakistan. I have declined several invitations to visit Bhutan, but were anyone to invite me to Bangladesh or Myanmar I would accept without hesitation. I am told Bhutan is pretty — very pretty ... | Read.. |
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| Vanishing art |
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Sir — “Intimations of mortality” (June 24), by Mukul Kesavan, is a decent piece of commentary. Test ... |
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| Deep mess |
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Sir — Initially, India did not produce enough food. Hence a substantial part of our population used ... |
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| Parting shot |
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Sir — The Indian Railways is in bad shape. Train journeys are now synonymous with dirty toilets, s ... |
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The ancients in India had it right. To them, fluidity in sexual identity was not news, as is clear from the ease with which d... | Read..
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| Innovative experiments |
| Bengali theatre continues its liberating excursions with Tagore, particularly his fiction, the realistic style of which makes it more easily accessible for audiences. A whole ... |
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| Bold combinations |
| It took quite a while to get to the music of the evening. There was the customary half-hour delay followed by long-winded, repetitive introductions, a CD launch and finally a ... |
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| Tilted clocks and clumsy sketches |
| An exhibition of paintings by the students of Swar Sangam — Summer Hues (June 20-26) at the central gallery of the Academy of Fine Arts — revealed an irregularity in th... |
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| A voice to remember |
| The news of the death of the ghazal maestro, Mehdi Hassan on June 13 was like a stab in the heart. I had all the CDs o... |
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And I’ll dance with you in Vienna,/ I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise./ The hyacinth wild on my shoulder/ My mouth on the dew of your thighs./ And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook,/ With the photographs there and the moss./ And I’ll yield to the flood of your beauty,/ My cheap violin and my cross.
— LEONARD COHEN
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