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Family romance

In Zareer Masani’s recent memoir of his parents, And All is Said, he quotes a letter written to him by his mother in 1968...   | Read..
 
White paper, black money
A white paper on black money was tabled in the Lok Sabha by the former finance minister, Pranab Mukherjee, on May 21, 2012 ...  | Read.. 
 
 
Letters to the Editor
Blood on the road
Sir — The Durga Puja at Bagbazar Sarbojonin is a top attraction each year. But the most dismal aspe ...  | Read.. 
 
Futile hunt
Sir — With elections to two states round the corner, it is not surprising that the top leaders of t ...  | Read.. 
 
Risky ride
Sir — Recently, on my way back from Calcutta airport, I saw a group of young boys riding motorbikes ...  | Read.. 
 
An apology
This refers to the item, “Patriotic fervour”, in Khushwant Singh’s satirical column, “This Above Al ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL

FICTIONS AND FORTUNES

When Film Studies began to be offered as part of undergraduate English in Oxford, sometime in the mid-Nineties, the purist do...   | Read..
 
REVIEW ARTS
Nature with a human face
Man has always tended to perceive human forms in nature, and this has given rise to many folk tales, the most obvious one being that of the man/old woman/rabbit in the moon, a...  | Read.. 
 
Icons in a new light
Biodrama deviating from conventional structures marks two Bengali tributes, as Tagore’s sesquicentenary segues into Vivekananda’s. Lok-krishti terms its Bilé (Vivekanan...  | Read.. 
 
Elegant postures and dramatic moves
Shinjan Nrityalaya organized a dance festival, Prativa, at Gyan Manch on November 1...  | Read.. 
 
THIS ABOVE ALL
White paper, black money
A white paper on black money was tabled in the Lok Sabha by the former finance minister, Pranab Mukherjee, on May 21, 2012. A...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
When you’re lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you’ve just wandered off the path, that you’ll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it’s time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don’t even know from which direction the sun rises anymore. — ELIZABETH GILBERT