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Saturday, May 5, 2012
Vol. 6 No. 18
LOUNGE THE WEEKEND MAGAZINE
Saadat Hasan Manto’s birth centenary is being celebrated by his readers.
BUSINESS LOUNGE WITH OUP’S NIGEL PORTWOOD >Page 8
VINTAGE VERVE
Stylist and designer Pernia Qureshi prefers timelessness and minimalism in her wardrobe >Page 6
VERTICAL LIMIT
HERE LIES
A young rookie and a wizened veteran are injecting new life into mountaineering in India with their recordbreaking ascents >Pages 1213
MANTO A hundred years after he was born, there is little evidence that Saadat Hasan Manto, one of 20th century’s great shortstory writers, once lived and worked in Mumbai >Pages 1011 IMPARTIAL SPECTATOR
THE DEATH & RETURN OF ROSHIK BABU
The online reaction that followed the arrest of a professor indicates that the ageold culture of Bengali satire is alive >Page 18
THE GOOD LIFE
N. RAJADHYAKSHA
OUR DAILY BREAD
SHOBA NARAYAN
SAMAR HALARNKAR
DON’T MISS
in today’s edition of
SOCIAL CONVENTION SUMMER’S MANY SAN FRANCISCO, DISTINCT FLAVOURS ’TIS HARD TO LEAVE OVER RIGID RULES
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few years ago, I attended a fascinating lecture by game theorist Avinash Dixit. He showed the audience two videos as part of his presentation on how societies coordinate activities. The first video was of a busy traffic intersection in St Petersburg, Russia. People drove at high speeds in the belief that everybody would be paying attention to the traffic lights, but every now and then they were blindsided by a truant driver who jumped the signal. There were car crashes galore on that busy traffic intersection in St Petersburg. >Page 4
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irius, twice as big as our sun and the brightest star in the night sky, is on the move. Ancient Greeks viewed this Dog Star with trepidation, believing it to be responsible for the “dog days of summer” that will grip much of India in the coming months. Dazed dung beetles lie still on the parched earth, wishing for trickles of rain. Stunned dragonflies ride the humid air, their transparent wings unmoving as they coast on waves of heat. Spider webs sag... >Page 4
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o you really have boar?” The young man ran his hand through his rough, blond hair and hesitated at my question. “Well, unfortunately, not today,” he said from behind a table laden with untidily strewn packets of various kinds of meat. It was a glorious Berkeley spring day, 16 degrees Celsius, bright and sunny at 7pm. The young farmer, clad in a plaid shirt, saw my eyes fall again to the board, where in chalk he had clearly scribbled that he was selling grass-fed pork, beef and boar. >Page 9
PHOTO ESSAY
BIRDMEN OF KAZAKHSTAN