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Saturday, April 23, 2011
Vol. 5 No. 17
LOUNGE THE WEEKEND MAGAZINE
Qawwals Chand Nizami (centre) and his nephews, Shadab (right) and Sohrab, at the Nizamuddin dargah.
BUSINESS LOUNGE WITH CALLAWAY’S THOMAS YANG >Page 8
THE NEXT KING OF THE COURT? Serbia’s Novak Djokovic exemplifies how big hitters from this little country with a laidback approach have gotten so good >Page 9
A RAINY DAY WITH RUSKIN BOND Mussoorie’s living landmark has completed 60 years of writing >Page 14
THE REST IS MUSIC
THE COFFEE POT HAS RUN DRY
The rivalry between Delhi’s two leading ‘qawwal’ dynasties illustrates the tension between the classical and the modern >Page 10 THE GOOD LIFE
OUR DAILY BREAD
SHOBA NARAYAN
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CULT FICTION
SAMAR HALARNKAR
HOW TO SURVIVE THE DELICIOUS SUMMER HOLIDAYS TALE OF THE BASA don’t know about you, but it is around now—three weeks into the summer holidays that began 1 April here in Bangalore—that I feel like killing myself. Either that, or give those saintly schoolteachers a Nobel Peace Prize. How on earth do they manage a class full of nine-year-olds and manage to stay sane? As I write this, my kitchen has been taken over by five children, all under 10, who are engaged in the sweet if messy process of baking chocolate-chip cookies. The floor is... >Page 4
A roundup of the valuable lessons to be learnt from season 3 of ‘Koffee with Karan’ >Page 17
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et me tell you the strange tale of Pangasius hypophthalmus—in a paragraph. For centuries, this strange creature kept to itself in the riverine depths of south-western Vietnam. Then, the trade engine of the flattened world of the 21st century dragged it out of the Mekong river delta, plonked it in a fish farm and passed it off as something it is not. Via Kolkata, it finally wound up in my New Delhi kitchen, where, in a bamboo steamer imported from Chinatown in the North American... >Page 5
R. SUKUMAR
DON’T MISS
in today’s edition of
CONSTANTINE’S QUARTERCENTURY
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would say the cigarette that’s forever hanging from his lips is cool but I know that it isn’t. There was a time in my teens when I thought cigarettes were cool. A decade and several tens of thousands of cigarettes later I gave up smoking because it bored me. And I immediately put on weight, going from 62kg to 80 in just around a year. Back when I smoked I was lean and mean. Like him. The trench coat is definitely cool. I’ve often considered getting one like it (but good sense has prevailed)... >Page 15
FILM REVIEW
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