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“Take art and music. Why has contemporary Indian painting, music, architecture and sculpture been such a flop? Because it keeps harking back to BC. Harking back would be all right if it did not become a pattern—a deadweight. If it does, then we are in a cul-de-sac of art forms. We explain the unattractive by pretending it is esoteric. Or we break out altogether—like modern Indian music of the films. It is all tango and rhumba or samba played on Hawaiian guitars, violins, accordions and clarinets. It is ugly. It must be scrapped like the rest.”

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Book:Train to Pakistan
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Train to Pakistan

This novel delves into the tumultuous period of the partition of India and Pakistan in 1947, focusing on the lives of the people in a small Pakistani village. It portrays the impact of religious tensions and communal violence on the characters, offering a poignant and insightful look at the human cost of political upheaval. more

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Khushwant Singh
Khushwant Singh

Khushwant Singh was an Indian novelist known for his satirical and humorous writing style. His works often focused on Indian society, delving into themes such as class, religion, and gender. His notable works include the 'India Trilogy' and 'The Indians'. more

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