Antara Dev Sen

Letters to Editor

Letters to Editor

Antara Dev Sen

Modi-fied Diwali

This Diwali was very special. The pollution levels in our cities shot up to unprecedented levels. It was expected to be about four to five times higher than normal.

For our children

First a hurrah for the two child rights activists — one of them a child herself — for winning the Nobel Peace Prize.

Let there be noise

Nobody knows how many they were in number. Official figures say at least 30,000. Unofficial figures go up to 1,00,000. But one thing is certain: what had started as a dharna and a students’ appeal to the vice-chancellor of Jadavpur University (JU) to punish the in-campus molesters of a girl student, had suddenly become a sea of passionate protest that flooded the streets of Kolkata last week.

Pride in prejudice

How much progressive liberalism can our dear old right-thinking government take? How can it unflinchingly fall in line when our highest court looks below the belt? The avuncular, ostensibly God-fearing sarkar also needs to protect our revered social conventions, our cultural traditions, our delicate sensibilities.

From Abu Dhabi to a nightmare

It is not every day that I have the good fortune to agree enthusiastically with the venerable Dr Subramanian Swamy. Right now, I am in luck. Dr Swamy has been trying to quash a deal between Jet Airways and UAE’s national carrier Etihad Airways; and this week the Supreme Court has asked the Centre to respond quickly to his charge that the government wrongfully facilitated this deal against the public interest.

The humble Prime Servant

In whatever he does, Narendra Modi likes to change the script. But for his maiden Independence Day speech at the Red Fort as Prime Minister he got rid of the script altogether. He spoke extempore. He spoke for more than an hour, he spoke with passion and sensitivity. And in general he talked sense.

In Bengal, the joy of paribartan is over

Act like a man! Act like a man!” Steve Martin mutters in the film All of Me. Lily Tomlin’s spirit is lodged inside him, making his every gesture peculiarly feminine and ladylike.

Democracy of disgust

The personal is political. And the political is personal too. Only the incurably innocent or doggedly somnambulant would refuse to recognise this.

Increasingly of late, Prof.

I have always believed that the mission of most movies made after the Fred & Ginger era has been to reduce, insofar as it is possible, the manners and morals of the community.