The Maanga

Reading idiotic opinion on the American primaries fueled one’s interest in other countries’ politics. The Russian elections were the ideal antidote. The Putin Project, which was aired on BBC’s SW service provided a reasonably lame and yet much better coverage that helped one beat Madras’ traffic and the Americanisation of stupidity[1].

Russia always makes me wonder: did not the Soviet Union supposedly achieve great results in education? Weren’t we always told that through NCERT text books? Whatever happened to all those well educated people? Surely, a country with a smart population can’t falter this long and so clumsily.

[1] — Think Amit Varma. A person who neither lives in America nor is he a citizen of that country. I don’t even think he has lived in America for a reasonable length of time in the past. And, he pretends to be obsessed with that nation’s primaries — not even the actual elections. There was an election in Meghalaya, just in case one needs perspective.

“The Americans always claim they won the war,” she said. “That’s rubbish. We won the war. They only joined in when it was already clear the Germans were going to lose.”

Now, I want to visit Russia more than ever. Please contribute generously to my holiday fund.

A blogger comes with a shelf life. And, when the said blogger’s chosen topic is either humor or shock, that shelf life only becomes shorter. With more serious consequences beyond.

In other words, stop reading.

Varma boy and his ilk may give several reasons which mean nothing.

The real reason is — if one has to make a cost analysis of marriage over a reasonably long period of time, one needs to know how much a woman will cost, for one night; or day. For sex, that is. If you want love, the answer lies in sexuality — not necessarily sex.

The problem with it being illegal is, there is no set price and we can’t have healthy competition decide the rate. Prostitution being illegal, I am sure, is one of the reasons why Hedge Fund Managers make horrendous mistakes and why we have a credit crunch. Greed is, after all, a result of insecurity.

It’s not enough if you don’t wear denim trousers, kid; you must also stop wearing sleeveless shirts.

PS: A reader (actually, a writer) writes in,

This P.R.E.E.T.I girl is something. Look at this one from last December

Priya- my awesomely fun, beautiful and entirely LOVABLE dido.

Isn’t there a spelling mistake somewhere there?

Our Hedge Fund type boys always tell us, it’s much cheaper to have call girls on call than marry. And that, the best option is to lease one’s wife.

I have now figured, what the real problem is. Our Hedge Fund type boys are also Mylapore type boys who get Engels spouting NGO type chicks who wear sleeveless shirts and have armpit hair. More importantly, make sure the spouting is in the language of the original spout.

Basically, women who assume they are either equal to or better than men.

A woman who makes her father pay for her to get fucked is unlikely to spew Communist crap or have armpit hair. Let alone, be of any significant cost.

This is rather obvious. The reason this is being restated is obvious as well. But then, as in cooking, so in blogging. It’s the timing.

I was at Saravana Bhavan today, having Pongal and Vadai for breakfast. A young man walked up to my table and asked me if I was Nilu and whether I write this blog. I have now decided, that was the required stimuli.

While the other contributors, when they do write, will entertain and enthrall you with their writing, I will attempt to do the following: define epistemology, its source, its extent and limits. Then draw the parameters of definition into political thought and explore the plausibility or the lack of it. Of the obvious.

I have also decided, I can do this while Amit Varma and Dilip D’Souza cannot. By the way, I have also concluded, Dilip is much more tolerable than Amit — at least his prose is worth reading.

PS: The title of this blog annoys me. It’s silly, immature and cliched. Not to mention, tiring. New ideas invited.