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The quiet Indian
The importance of the India International Centre in New Delhi is gauged, in part, by the number of armed security men who pass through its portals. These come to accompany — and, one supposes, protect — the big shots, the fat cats, the ministers and ...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Wrong signal
Sir — The report, “China in mind, salute & port plea to Vietnam” (Sept 17) was disconcerting. N ...  | Read.. 
 
Long wait
Sir — The politicization of the police was a legacy of the Left Front regime. The police had become ...  | Read.. 
 
Parting shot
Sir — The Congress is in disarray. The time is just right for its rivals to strike. The Grand Old M ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
RETREAT OF FATE?
Men make their own history. But do they make it just as they please? Mansur Ali Khan Pataudi was born to purple and it needed...| Read.. 
 
REVIEW ARTS
All the world’s a theatre troupe
The growing traffic should bring greater exposure to artwork from countries that have remained unfairly peripheral to our eyes. But it hasn’t, because of the worldwide fascina...  | Read.. 
 
Out of touch
That the mention of Santiniketan alone is no guarantee of refinement and high quality was evident from the exhibition (from September 15 to 21) organized at the Academy of Fin...  | Read.. 
 
Looking at dance as a way of life
Performing arts should be considered an indispensable part of one’s life. Ranan aimed at exploring imaginative, practical and accessible ways of bringing art, artists and audi...  | Read.. 
 
THIS ABOVE ALL
Death be not proud
Whenever Anees Jung wanted to pull my self-esteem down by a few rungs, she accused me of telling lies and contradicted me ...  | Read.. 
 
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Everything she had won, the happiness of it,/ You collected/ As your compensation/ For having lost. Which left her absolutely/ Nothing. Even her life was/ Trapped in the heap you took. She had nothing./ Too late you saw what had happened./ It made no difference that she was dead./ Now that you had all she had ever had/ You had much too much./ Only you/ Saw her smile, as she took some./ At first, just a little. — TED HUGHES