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As Sachin Tendulkar walked back to the pavilion after being bowled for a low score in the first innings of the second Test against New Zealand, I heard a man in the row behind me say: “Time to think of retirement.” This was a heartlessly cruel remark, especially in Bangalore, where India’s greatest batsman has played some magical innings over the past 20 years.... | Read.. |
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| Lost beauty |
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Sir — I had the opportunity to visit the Khasi and Jaintia hills in Meghalaya recently. While journ ... |
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| Ugly view |
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Sir — Ever since Ansar Alam, an honest engineer of the Municipal Corporation of Delhi, was brutally ... |
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| Bitter truth |
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Sir — Recently, I overheard a conversation among a group of students who were discussing a gruesome ... |
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| Parting shot |
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Sir — I boarded an autorickshaw from Jadavpur to go to Gariahat. On reaching Golpark, the auto driv ... |
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In the game of cricket there is nothing more humiliating for a batsman than to be clean bowled. That happens to the best bats... | Read..
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| But the heart did not stop |
| With a mind-boggling title like An Interstitial Intimacy (whatever it means) — an exhibition of prints which ends today at Aakriti Art Gallery — one expects that it wou... |
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| From fun to monotony |
| Shakespeare has caught the fancy of group theatre in recent months, but a fresh band of youths had beaten them to it with an ebullient Bengali pastiche of Hamlet. 4th B... |
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| Vibrant and chaotic |
| When a senior artist has a solo show in her home town, it is news. And Anita Roy Chowdhury belongs to that generation of artists who began redefining modern art in the post-Be... |
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My lady can sleep/ Upon a handkerchief/ Or if it be Fall/ Upon a fallen leaf./ I have seen the hunters/ Kneel before her hem/ Even in her sleep/ She turns away from them./ The only gift they offer/ Is their abiding grief/ I pull out my pockets/ For a handkerchief or leaf.
— LEONARD COHEN
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