Posted in 1971, books, comedy, desi fiction, economics, foreign policy, history, India, micro, movies, Rights, thriller, TV, War crimes by jrahman on July 20, 2012

Seven trashes collected by the senses.

– It’s Victoria.  It has always been Victoria.

– India cosying up to its other eastern neighbour.


– Aamir Khan is cool, but this is sooo depressing….

– And so it goes.  Don’t fear death, don’t mourn the dead, celebrate the life.  For Mr Mashuk Nana.  (Watching it for the first time as a schoolboy, I thought Goldfinger was Swarna-mrigo rip-off.  I suspect every literate Deshi of a certain age has a similar story.)

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  1. kgazi said, on July 30, 2012 at 8:18 am

    “Why take on such flak to protect a minor player? Unless.
    It is this latter story, initially whispered, but now on everyone’s lips that the prime minister will need to deal with. When one tries so hard to bury a story, there is always the doubt that the story is big. The Padma Bridge we might still get. The prime minister’s credibility gap will be a bigger bridge to cross.”

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