The Telegraph
Saturday , August 9 , 2014

The other illiteracy

In her recent book, Green Wars, the environmental journalist Bahar Dutt, writes: “The editor of a leading media house, everytime I pitched a green story, would invariably complain: ‘Environmentalism is stalling growth; all I am interested in is double-digit growth for this country.’” ...   | Read..
Letters to the Editor
Sticks and stones
Sir — India occupied the fifth position on the medals’ tally in the Commonwealth Games in Glasgow. ...  | Read.. 
Broken promise
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Parting shot
Sir — The Goa Regional Plan, which is long overdue, should be a priority. In its absence, the build ...  | Read.. 


it aims to remove a specific individual known to be particularly obnoxious....   | Read..
Opening the door of possibilities
The recent music festival organized by Sangeet Ashram in G.D. Birla Sabhagar seemed to be aimed at proving that the present generation of practitioners bears the tradition of ...  | Read.. 
Melodrama and realism
Discovering unusual work by little-known artists makes a critic’s job worthwhile. I had no expectations from the inaugural production of Jadavpur Manthan, rank newcomers in Be...  | Read.. 
Powerful rhythms
Training in Hindustani classical vocals is advantageous for a Rabindrasangeet singer, when some amount of ‘unlearning’ or re-working is involved. Saunak Chattopadhyay, a young...  | Read.. 
Women in the police force
Employment of women in the police was initially viewed with scepticism and disfavour. When the Punjab police commission (1961...  | Read.. 
There are all kinds of pedants around with more time to read and imitate Lynne Truss and John Humphrys than to write poems, love-letters, novels and stories it seems. They whip out their Sharpies and take away and add apostrophes from public signs, shake their heads at prepositions which end sentences and mutter at split infinitives and misspellings, but do they bubble and froth and slobber and cream with joy at language? Do they ever let the tripping of the tips of their tongues against the tops of their teeth transport them to giddy euphoric bliss? Do they ever yoke impossible words together for the sound-sex of it? Do they use language to seduce, charm, excite, please, affirm and tickle those they talk to? Do they? I doubt it. They’re too farting busy sneering at a greengrocer’s less than perfect use of the apostrophe. Well sod them to Hades. They think they’re guardians of language. They’re no more guardians of language than the Kennel Club is the guardian of dogkind. — STEPHEN FRY