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neha really likes blogs

On some days you decide that you simply don’t have your hands full. And on those days, DesiPundit invites you to join them! Ta-da!
From today, Neha joins the ranks of DesiPundit and hopes to dig deeper to find amazing posts! :)

ode to weather

When I was in India, and read a few Brit blogs, I used to wonder why there seemed to be an obsession about the weather. Invariably, a reference to clouds, sunshine and wind would be made, with the regularity and sincerity of a worshipper. It didn’t matter what the post was about – no post [...]

a wall in china, guidebook and democracy

I’ve been with Global Voices Online for just about two and a half months. And it’s made me more conscious of censorship than ever before. Chinese authorities have become famous for building a different kind of a wall over the years. And China’s getting noticed because the firewall has had an impact on even big [...]

Women, media, mob and the others

It’s incredible how two separate pieces of news can trigger a strong reaction. Even worse, how the news is reported. First is the case of Kushboo. Yup, the same star who had temples built to her name in the early 90s. Well, the lady had ideas about premarital sex, and the mob didn’t quite like [...]

happy birthday google!

The GOOG (which is how you’d know it if you started paying attention to it once the NASDAQ fell in love with it!) is now seven years old! There is enough evidence to suggest that Google placed its paws on Sep 7 1998, but the cake got here today! (Well, whenever you want to celebrate [...]

“You got them too?” said the dog!

It is the job of every citizen to keep his mouth open – Gunther Grass
And with those words, we enable commenting! But basic rules apply – No hatespeech, no exchange of phone numbers, no spells. No biting, some snapping. Lizards, bats and dragonflies are always welcome. Don’t get personal. Bark all ya like! Oh and [...]

while in Leicester Square

How yesterday’s memory is now
snoring, sleeping on the evening’s
soul.
Exagerrated Italian in 6 point
font, and salad for the laughing
lover.
Someone else’s cigarette smoke
glued to our coats, gliding night in a
train.
Mother tongue cussing, and kissed
into unchaste, with me sits fellow
traveller.