I was feeling down and out and depressed after reading this and penning my previous post.
But then just to show that there is still hope for reform, Rediff comes up with the feel-good news of the month.
And the best picture of the year—-hands down.
No this picture is not doctored. Nor is this BJP’s newly elected MP.
I will let Rediff take over.
Getting up in the morning, my inbox had a minor deluge of “Happy Independence Day” mails. What’s this “Happy Independence” thing anyways?
Yes I know it means one more rerun of “Gandhi”, one more “Aye Mere Watan Ke Logon”, a tricolor logo on MTV, Anu Malik in a India-colored bandana singing, in a voice that wants me to bring back the British “We love you O India, Tumhe na chorenge”.
All aspiring Bollywood thriller makers…hear ye. Let me tell you, some of the ways *not* to make an action-filled, edge of the seat international espionage drama. The wisdom I shall now dispense has been gleaned after spending a few painful hours watching “Dus”.
For those who haven’t seen the movie, some minor spoilers follow—-normally I hate putting spoilers, even minor, but in this case its like the surgeon general’s warning on a pack of cigs—-noone calls that a spoiler do they?
Indian bloggers have at last made it to prime time—-many of the big names were featured recently on NDTV.
Here is Samit Basu on his experience as a TV star.
No this post is not about me going into a long-winded boo-hooo why I never get press coverage. Instead it is going to be about how I almost became Cyrus Broacha.
Well almost.
I was planning to write something funny today. But no matter how much I tried, I came to the conclusion that I would never be able to beat this.
I have posted about Shahgufta Kabir before where I pointed out her claim to fame— she has been accused of carrying on an affair with Babulal Gaur, the chief minister of Madhya Pradesh. And also of having broken her husband’s bones.
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