The Telegraph
Saturday , November 28 , 2009
Since 1st March, 1999
The burden of the future
Iraqis dismiss it as “aimless soul-searching”. Macaulay might have called it another of those “periodic fits of morality” that the public find so ridiculous. Yet, the lacklustre Gordon Brown’s courageous promise that “no British documents and no Brit...  | Read.. 
Letters to the Editor
Language lessons
Sir — During his inaugural address, the president of Afghanistan, Hamid Karzai, spoke in his mother ...  | Read.. 
Think anew
Sir —Tapan Raychaudhuri’s article argues that India’s education system is better off without interf ...  | Read.. 
Back on track
Sir — It is heartening to know that Sushma Swaraj will be the leader of the Opposition once L.K. Ad ...  | Read.. 
Few things are as potent as spectacle. The president of India in an anti-gravity suit and helmet, sitting in the co-pilot’s s...| Read.. 
Playing politics
Finally, a Death and the Maiden that I approve of, more complex than the black-and-white earlier versions from Mumbai (Alyque Padamsee), Dhaka, Calcutta and Kalyani. Cr...  | Read.. 
Something missing
Two musicians from South Africa, Albie van Schwalyk and Berthine van Schoor, were presented by the Calcutta School of Music on November 9 and 12. The first was particularly fo...  | Read.. 
Classics reinvented
Sharmila Biswas (picture) and Preeti Patel are serious dancers, always trying to conceive new ideas, even within the classical format. Poorvadhara, exploring the progre...  | Read.. 
Experiments with form
A very contemporary sensibility permeated Ashavari Majumdar and her troupe’s Kathak performance...  | Read.. 
Flowers appear on the plant
I refrained from writing about Gulzar as I know next to nothing about movies, and he is essentially a producer of films and a...  | Read.. 
After us they’ll fly in hot air balloons, coat styles will change, perhaps they’ll discover a sixth sense and cultivate it, but life will remain the same, a hard life full of secrets, but happy. And a thousand years from now man will still be sighing, “Oh! Life is so hard!” and will still, like now, be afraid of death and not want to die. — ANTON CHEKHOV