The Telegraph
Saturday , July 12 , 2014
 

Triumphant victimhood

In his recent book, History in the Making, J.H. Elliot makes an interesting distinction between two different kinds of nationalist ideologies. On the one hand, there is the “chosen nation” syndrome, where a country is said to have special “spiritual, biological, [or] racial characteristics” ...   | Read..
 
Lessons from Japan
Testing times lie ahead of, and for, the new government in New Delhi and for India’s defence industry as well as defence ...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Old trick
Sir —There is no difference between the Bharatiya Janata Party and the Congress. Narendra Modi had ...  | Read.. 
 
Slow decay
Sir — After going through Gopalkrishna Gandhi’s article,“The sacred in history” (July 6), I realize ...  | Read.. 
 
Absurd idea
Sir — C. Rangarajan, the former chairman of the prime minister’s economic advisory council, should ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL

SPLIT WIDE OPEN

There were not too many brows raised when the deal for the release of Gilad Shalit, an Israeli soldier held in captivity by ...   | Read..
 
REVIEW ARTS
An incurable affliction
For a state under the draconian Armed Forces (Special Powers) Act, Macbeth invariably carries strong resonances. But the Manipuri tryst with Shakespeare’s tragedy goes ...  | Read.. 
 
Elusive art
If art calls for creativity, so do illustrations, layouts, designing and whatever else commercial art demands. But there’s an invisible line between the two categories that im...  | Read.. 
 
Sweet surprise
The phrase, “Abar bachhor kuri pore”, has a nostalgic ring for the new generation of Bengali music lovers. It formed the name of a path-breaking album by the group, Moh...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
Things are better in Milan./ Things are a lot better in Milan./ My adventure has sweetened./ I met a girl and a poet./ One of them was dead/ and one of them was alive./ The poet was from Peru/ and the girl was a doctor./ She was taking antibiotics./ I will never forget her./ She took me into a dark church/ consecrated to Mary./ Long live the horses and the sandles./ The poet gave me back my spirit/ which I had lost in prayer./ He was a great man out of the civil war./ He said his death was in my hands/ because I was the next one/ to explain the weakness of love. — LEONARD COHEN