The Maanga

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.