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Decline and fall

Puri illustrates one of the most pertinent reasons why there can never be a revolution in India. It has nothing to do with the sanctity of the Jagannath temple or the credulity of worshippers. It’s that the first of Lenin’s three prerequisites for a revolutionary situation — widespread discontent ...   | Read..
 
Union joys and woes
Well, here we are still in one piece, the United Kingdom still united — thank god — and whatever a large percentage of ...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Risky option
Sir — India has turned into a hotspot in international surrogacy ever since the legalization of the ...  | Read.. 
 
Huge loss
Sir — The goings-on in West Indian cricket have deeply disappointed the Board of Control for Crick ...  | Read.. 
 
Parting shot
Sir — Now that the Maharashtra Navnirman Sena has been decimated in the state, Raj Thackeray should ...  | Read.. 
 
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EDITORIAL

RULING THE DANCE

Gopal is the name of the playful and impish child-Krishna. In the profane world of the Bengali literati, Gopal is what ...   | Read..
 
REVIEW ARTS
A nation without borders
Though the word desh is translated in English as country, land or motherland, these meanings certainly don’t cover all the suggestions implicit in its Indian usage ...  | Read.. 
 
Welcome revival
Each of the Bengali-theatre triumvirate of the 1960s-70s — Sombhu Mitra, Utpal Dutt, Badal Sircar — left a legacy handled differently by their inheritors, the groups they ....  | Read.. 
 
Sweltering strains
The success of a concert or musical presentation in the city depends on many factors: the venue, its acoustics and its capacity, the season, and the presentation itself. ...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an’ tho’ a cloud’s shape nor hue nor size don’t stay the same, it’s still a cloud an’ so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud’s blowed from or who the soul’ll be ‘morrow? Only Sonmi the east an’ the west an’ the compass an’ the atlas, yay, only the atlas o’ clouds. — DAVID MITCHELL