This space is mine. I am more than ready to share it with like-minded people. Be warned though, the contents here will reflect my choices and my biases. Which means zero tolerance for religious bigots, fascists, human rights violators, corrupt politicians, pompous bureaucrats, journalists who take themselves too seriously, autocratic cricket administrators (not necessarily in that order). Also means while I have never been particularly enamoured of the Right, I can't stand the Indian Left doublespeak either. And at some point in the near future, I might put up a picture of Greg Chapell and organise a dart-throwing competition. In this blogspace, possibly there will be more words written on Murighonto and Butter Chicken than say Shahi Paneer and Navaratan Korma. On regular days here, Bachchan will prevail over Bach, Ritwik over Ray, vodka over gin, sea over land, Port Blair over Port of Pain, oops, Spain, cricket over soccer and Katrina Kaif over, well, almost anyobdy else.
2 comments:
wow rajan uncle this is amazing. I cannot half imagine growing up in a paradise such as this =D
wow Rajan Uncle this is amazing. I can only imagine what it must have been like growing up here =D great photography
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