After imbibing several portions of sweet Muscat (to set the record straight I am not referring to the Omani capital but a wine produced by type of grape) I was letting the old noggin wander. And then the frustration set in when new questions without answers arose from the fog. Such poignant ones as - 1. Why have I not seen an Indian woman in a Victoria Secret ad? I mean its one thing to not have a single gold medal winner in the largest organized scam of the Olympics for years even with a billion citizens secured within the borders but to not produce a Secret worthy model? 2. Why have I not seen Cambodian gay men eating at a local In N Out burger? Is it because they will not settle for anything less exotic than crocodile meat? 3. Can I ever again enter a public swimming pool anywhere in the world? This after an official (its okay till it was not official) publication of a survey indicating 20% of poolees are pissing in the pool. This too in the civilized world like the USofA....
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!