I don’t know where you are or what you are doing as you read this. But I can tell you where I am and what I am doing. I write this in the transit lounge of an Asian airport, waiting for a connection. Like nearly everybody else, I have a snack in front of me. And, in common with most other people in the lounge, I am staring at a hamburger. Earlier, I queued up at a McDonald’s outlet and bought myself a Big Mac.
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Why hide the papers? Why keep the conspiracy theories related to Netaji Subhas Bose’s death alive? And why deny India the truth about the death of one of its great freedom fighters?