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Marxist of the masses
The gentle silence of a last goodbye began to seep through the Calcutta dusk on January 6 as Jyoti Basu's city began to absorb the final drift of an icon from the shadow of age to the darkness of eternity. It had heard the code words ‘critical' and ventilator'. There was nothing left to say. Jyoti Basu bid a formal farewell many years ago, without fuss. If he felt a human tinge of regret as he stepped out of the office that had become synonymous with his name, he did not show it. Perhaps he was born amid the sophisticated pre-Partition gentry of East Bengal with a stiff upper lip. Maybe he acquired it in England. More at the link Posted by: Glimp Chinert2976 2010-01-18 |
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