The Telegraph
Since 1st March, 1999
Cattle-class anguish
The man sitting next to me in Bangkok airport’s departure lounge raised his arms over his head and remained with hands clasped in the air in yogic posture. A few inches from my nose, his armpit stank. No labourer on roads and bridges he, but a well-d...  | Read.. 
Letters to the Editor
State of the beach
Sir — We visited the Mandarmoni seaside in East Midnapore two days after the news of the ban impose ...  | Read.. 
Hungry, yet ignored
Sir — The fact that the reports, “Millionaire count up 68% in 5 years” and “Death lends fistful of ...  | Read.. 
Clearing the air
Sir — We were shocked and surprised to read the Diary item, “No one listens to the colonel” (Aug 20 ...  | Read.. 
The gap between astronomy and astrology can be measured by the fact that while the underworld flourishes — presumably with th...| Read.. 
Readers’ digest
There was a time in my younger days when the desire to show off one’s learning by reeling off titles of books and their autho...  | Read.. 
A writer needs a desert island in the morning and the big city at night. As William Faulkner once declared, the perfect home for a writer is a brothel — because in the morning hours it’s always calm and in contrast at night there’s always a party atmosphere. — GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ
Bad Hair Days
Is Darrell Hair an umpire who fights for fair play or is he just a big bad Aussie'...  | Read..