Reading Amit Varma´s post today, I suddenly remembered Khushwant Singh. The man loves his whiskey, women and meat just as Amit does. He would suddenly visit Pakistan on a whim and write about it. His columns were a hotchpotch of random writers he wanted to promote, articles he was recommended but that he never read and the column usually finished off with a sardarji joke sent in by a female reader.
Continuing this silly analogy, the Maanga is (was?) a bit like Dhiren Bhagat. Sharp of wit and acerbic of tone, he even wrote a mock obituary of Khushwant Singh, but then died in a car accident, allowing the Sardarji to write a real obituary of Dhiren. While Khushwant´s books still sell in the thousands, Dhiren´s book can be found only in the rare bookstores.
I could try, but I am no Dom Moraes to write of our bloggers.