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Hitler’s character

Hitler’s character

Posted by on Mar 15, 2016 in Miscellaneous Jottings | 0 comments

The personality of the Nazi Führer is shrouded in mystery. The republication of two documents* reveals a man at once courteous and choleric and nurtured crazy ambitions. A visionary who knew how to benefit from events for a long time? A tactician who came very close to winning his bet? More than seventy years after his suicide in his bunker, Hitler’s...

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Picasso’s tribute to Apollinaire

Picasso’s tribute to Apollinaire

Posted by on Mar 14, 2016 in Miscellaneous Jottings | 0 comments

The French poet Guillaume Apollinaire’s (1880-1918) death centenary will be celebrated in two years. Before that Le Musée de l”Orangerie have planned for an exhibition on this ‘bard of modernity’. The exhibition will focus on the period when Guillaume Apollinaire was active as an art critic, mainly between 1902 and 1918. Those long...

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Hannah Arendt’s hidden face

Hannah Arendt’s hidden face

Posted by on Mar 9, 2016 in Miscellaneous Jottings | 0 comments

An unclassifiable figure in the world of ideas, Hannah Arendt provoked both adoration and controversy. A compulsive smoker and an unpretentious woman, she could conceptualize the twentieth century through the publication of books such as The Origins of Totalitarianism (1951), The Human Condition (1958) and The Crisis in Culture (1961). If we know of her...

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Who feeds India?

Who feeds India?

Posted by on Jan 14, 2016 in Miscellaneous Jottings | 0 comments

Who provides cooked food and drinks to such a huge population? Perhaps these small, non-descript roadside snacks shops and eateries? They open so early in the morning and refuse to close before late at night. In the morning they serve tea (chai). Late morning you could have a variety of snacks for breakfast: puri, kachori, parantha, samosa, jalebi. You...

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Camaraderie

Posted by on Dec 12, 2015 in Miscellaneous Jottings | 0 comments

I do miss those places where I have been — they were neither towns nor villages. They had their own distinctive character. I miss the clean air, the bright sunlight, the foliage. I also miss the silence and the camaraderie of the rickshaw-pullers who would never miss a chance to ride side-by-side and have a chat.   They would talk about their...

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