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| Remembering intimate illusions |
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In the late 1960s, when I was six or seven years old, I had a brief passion for wrestling. Of course, since my life itself had been brief till that point, my passion, to my parents, seemed inordinately long-lived, taking an alarming number of months to wane. The death of Dara Singh brought back to m... | Read..
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| The silent worker |
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Sir — We have been taught from our schooldays that real and constructive work can be accomplished i ... |
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| Star child |
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Sir — Devi Kar has emphasized a very crucial aspect of education by questioning the myth of the ‘av ... |
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| Parting shot |
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Sir — While travelling in a South Bengal State Transport Corporation bus from Calcutta to Durgapur, ... |
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who is a father? If his identity turns on impregnating the mother, then the notion of fatherhood looks truly fragile, its ex... | Read..
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There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till.— RALPH WALDO EMERSON
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