Goals
Its official goals are:
- to serve as a major resource centre for Indian arts, especially written, oral and visual source materials;
- to conduct research on the arts and humanities, and to publish reference works, glossaries, dictionaries and encyclopedias;
- to establish a tribal and folk arts division with a core collection for conducting systematic scientific studies and live presentations;
- to provide a forum for dialogue through performances, exhibitions, multi-media projections, conferences, seminars and workshops on traditional and cotemporary Indian arts;
- to foster dialogue between the arts and current ideas in philosophy, science and technology, with a view toward bridging the gap in intellectual understanding between modern sciences and arts and culture;
- to evolve models of research programmes and arts administration pertinent to the Indian ethos;
- to elucidate the formative and dynamic factors in the complex web of interactions between diverse social strata, communities and regions;
- to interact with other national and international institutions; and
- to conduct related research in the arts, humanities and culture.
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