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A distant bugle

There’s little reason for whoops of joy in Delhi’s corridors of power because the People’s Democratic Party trounced the ruling Druk Phuensum Tshogpa in Bhutan’s second parliamentary election. If one bunch of Bhutanese politicians leans towards India, another is bound to lean towards China ...   | Read..
 
Avoidable tragedies
It is now nearing a month since disaster struck the upper reaches of Uttarakhand, unleashing nature’s fury and shattering the lives of thousands of pilgrims and local people...  | Read.. 
 
 
Letters to the Editor
Red alert
Sir — Three years back, I had visited the picturesque hill station of Shillong. I was shocked to se ...  | Read.. 
 
Courage under fire
Sir — The Indian cricket team and its captain, M.S. Dhoni, deserve to be congratulated for their te ...  | Read.. 
 
Parting shot
Sir — Two-wheelers are a menace. Motorcyclists have scant respect for road rules. They often park t ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL

POISON IN THE SYSTEM

How can a form of criminality encompassing a vast chain of corruption, negligence and greed, and kept going for years by a ...   | Read..
 
REVIEW ARTS
Generous voices and colourful styles
It was a shower of colours, an outburst of passion and a reflection of nature. The evening was a gift from the young classical vocalist, Ankan Bandyopadhyay, to the audience l...  | Read.. 
 
Earnest endeavours
Calcutta’s English theatre has not only activated its social conscience of late, but has also taken up Indian drama originally written in English. A milestone is Stagecraft’s ...  | Read.. 
 
The dance of six seasons
Rabindranath Tagore Centre (ICCR) presented Laya Ritu Mala by Layavinyas at the Satyajit Ray Auditorium as part of its Horizon series on July 12. Conceived and c...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
No wonder male religious leaders so often say that humans were born in sin —because we were born to female creatures. Only by obeying the rules of the patriarchy can we be reborn through men. No wonder priests and ministers in skirts sprinkle imitation birth fluid over our heads, give us new names, and promise rebirth into everlasting life. — GLORIA STEINEM