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Calm above the storm

A story doing the rounds last week had Mamata Banerjee as Pranab Mukherjee’s ardent secret champion...   | Read..
 
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Sir — The European championship, co-hosted by Poland and Ukraine, has revealed a rather disturbing ...  | Read.. 
 
Wrong line
Sir — The United Progressive Alliance government had surrendered its foreign policy to the United ...  | Read.. 
 
Fond memory
Sir — Reading about nor’westers on a stifling, sultry morning was refreshing (“In the eye of the st ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL

THE INDIAN LEFT LUGGAGE

Communists everywhere are slow to change, but Indian comrades are the slowest of them all. The parties in Moscow and ...   | Read..
 
Review Arts
Pictures of a paradise lost
As with most artists groomed there, the ashram-like atmosphere of Santiniketan, its idyllic environs (if only they knew what Arcadia was fated to), and its charmingly b...  | Read.. 
 
Intriguing link
Naye Natuya’s Osama in Bengali, which director Goutam Halder should acknowledge he adapted from it, grasps only some of Sartre’s multiple satirical layers. He successfu...  | Read.. 
 
Earthy and soulful
To celebrate World Music Day, You & i organized a show of music and recitation at the G.D. Birla Sabhaghar on June 19. The celebrations kicked off two days in advance — Wo...  | Read.. 
 
THIS ABOVE ALL
Men without gods
After many months of silence, Preetam Giani, who lives in Abbotabad (Pakistan), sent me a long letter with some translations ...  | Read.. 
 
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I’ve been in love before, it’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them — PAULO COELHO