This is a post I thought of writing when I took the decision to migrate from Blogspot to my own hosted domain where I am using WordPress as my blogging platform. By doing so, I hope to encapsulate my experiences and wisdom so that generations of Indian bloggers (after all I am a “wannabe” politician and thus am allowed to be a bit presumptuous and grandiloquent) can benefit from my knowledge.
This post is a bit long. But as we all know, brevity is not a virtue here at RTDM.
On this Valentine’s day buy a diamond for the special woman in your life—-it will be something she will remember for ever.
I let out a small imprecation under my breath as I heard this on the radio while driving home from work. Not because I had not bought a diamond for my wife (I am a big miser) but because of the way the media brainwashes us into believing that love is directly proportional to the cash you spend on the object of your affections. And that a diamond is the best way of expressing what’s in your heart.
Why a diamond? Why not bubblegum?
Because it’s the most expensive thing you can think of.
This is my new blog address. I am now snowed in New York and havent gotten around to answering the comments from my last post. Which I shall do asap (as soon as I figure out how to get back to DC). Do adjust your bookmarks accordingly ( the redirect from my oldsite will be up soon). Kindly put all new comments here.
If anyone is having speed issues with the new site, kindly do tell.
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“Looking for comedy in the Muslim world” is a movie in which Albert Brooks tries to find out what makes Muslims laugh. It’s another thing that the movie’s protagonist travels to India and Pakistan in order to find out the answer to his question—-reflecting the general cluelessness of Americans in figuring out even the definition of what the “Muslim world” is.
I don’t know if Mr Brooks found the answer to his question mainly because he was in the wrong place, but for the last few days we have been privy to what does not make Muslims laugh.
Caricatures/cartoons of the Prophet to be precise. Of course, we have countless examples of evil long-nosed Jews being used in text books as a focal point of communal hatred across the “real” Muslim world—-but that of course is kosher. Or halal.
[Okay here is another bit of fiction from the Greatbong. After all of you (well almost all) panned my last post, this is my revenge---another short story. I shall keep on writing such posts till I get positive comments.
This is also my review of the movie "Zinda"]
Sanjay Gupta, director of “Kaante”, “Zinda” and other Bollywood classics, wakes up one morning. His mind is reeling—last memory he had was a drunk evening with Sanjay Dutt, Mahesh Manjrekar groveling in front of Dubai Bhai on the phone and doing screen tests for some actresses.
But where is he now? A small room with one television set, a rack full of DVDs—it is obvious to him he has been kidnapped.
But by whom? He had given the overseas rights to Bhai, sought the “blessings” of the Balasaheb–in all discharged all the duties of a Mumbai director/producer. And yet why is he in this solitary room with just a TV set , DVDs and a plate of pao bhaji inserted through a hole in the door?
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