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Amit Baruah, Resident Editor of The Hindu is going to deliver a lecture on "Outmoded or Valid? Centres and Margins in the Age of Digital Journalism" at the Vivekananda Kendra Auditorium, Uzanbazar, Guwahati on Sunday, October 18. Samudra Gupta Kashyap will moderate the programme.  The programme is being organised by Munin Barkotoki Memorial Trust Centenary Celebration Committee. 

 

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