The Telegraph
Saturday , August 3 , 2013
 

A shared language

England’s immigration pot is simmering again but not with Romanians and Bulgarians who gained free access in January. The Independent newspaper’s columnist, Pukkah Punjabi, reveals that anyone who calls the telephone number with the ad that has raised so many hackles...   | Read..
 
Loosen the purse strings
The Calcutta School of Music, in association with Braganza’s, held the fourth concert finals of their annual music competition ...  | Read.. 
 
 
Letters to the Editor
Similar spots
Sir — In “What about 1984?” (July 26), Mukul Kesavan has raised a relevant question. If Godhra make ...  | Read.. 
 
Big gaps
Sir — That state governments are insincere about the mid-day meal programme is evident from its tar ...  | Read.. 
 
Stay put
Sir — I had travelled to Montreal, Canada, to persuade my daughter — a scientist by profession...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL

ANSWER BLOWS IN THE WIND

A single step in the right direction is not a guarantee of the completion of the journey. Nonetheless, the importance ...   | Read..
 
Review Arts
Monsoon magic
Celebrating the arrival of monsoon with music and dance is an ancient North Indian tradition, which helped the improvisation of Indian classical art forms. It was a Banyan ...  | Read.. 
 
Beyond routine
When the curatorial note claims that the five participating artists in Ganges Gallery’s show of prints, on till August 14, “challenge the traditional frontiers of the print ...  | Read.. 
 
Electric and ambitious
The Calcutta School of Music, in association with Braganza’s, held the fourth concert finals of their annual music competition, Crescendo, at the Satyajit Ray ...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
Abandon the idea, Jeeves. I fear you have not studied the sex as I have. Missing her lunch means little or nothing to the female of the species. The feminine attitude toward lunch is notoriously airy and casual. Where you have made your bloomer is confusing lunch with tea. Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can’t get it. At such times the most amiable of the sex become mere bombs which a spark may ignite. — P.G. WODEHOUSE