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Those dear maharajas

India’s tricolour on a tug in Queen Elizabeth’s river pageant recalled for me the elderly woman in pearls and twin set who said on the train to Caernarvon for Prince Charles’s investiture as Prince of Wales, “I don’t care what you say but royal occasions haven’t been the same since those dear maharajas stopped coming!” Judging by TV coverage of the diamond jubilee...   | Read..
 
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Smoke alarm
Sir — The number of teenagers consuming tobacco products is on the rise in India. This is basically ...  | Read.. 
 
Golden heart
Sir — While alighting from a bus near Lalbazar recently, I noticed a man trying to make his way out ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL

BROUGHT TO THE TEST

Two kinds of story have been jostling for news space as the temperatures rose to unbearable levels over the last few days. Fi...   | Read..
 
OPED
Myriad shades of the mystic
It’s a simple watercolour by an unknown artist: radiant white cranes in flight against a laden, inky sky. But it records a significant episode in the life of the 19th century ...  | Read.. 
 
The world within
What is amazing about Sudip Gupta’s puppets is the balance between realistic detail and a magical beauty. The sophisticated materials, techniques and skill of the puppeteers m...  | Read.. 
 
Lively conversations
Among the jamboree of international conferences sponsored by the government for the Tagore jubilee, our embassy in a European country pulled out its funding because the organi...  | Read.. 
 
THIS ABOVE ALL
A bitter pill called reality
Years ago, when I was working as the editor of the monthly journal, Yojana, Balmukund Arsh Malsiyani (1908-1979) was ...  | Read.. 
 
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After all, reading is arguably a far more creative and imaginative process than writing; when the reader creates emotion in their head, or the colours of the sky during the setting sun, or the smell of a warm summer’s breeze on their face, they should reserve as much praise for themselves as they do for the writer — perhaps more. — JASPER FFORDE