Hails, comrades.

Welcome friends, for I very much doubt anyone not of that description cares to read this, nor should anyone. After all, we know my firm belief that things that happen on the internet haven't really happened. To that end, this blog does not actually exist. Furthermore, internet-only content, as a general rule, is garbage and this collection of my observations about India will be no exception. Expect nothing profound. I mostly want you all to know that my pulse beats strongly despite the Indo-Gangetic summer's best attempts to smother me, and its attempts are very much in earnest.

I will be giving some narrative, but I hope to mostly deal with things thematically. You will, I hope, forgive my idiosyncratic style of writing here. My formal writing is far more succinct, but it lacks a certain je nais se quois, personality perhaps. Now with a personality such as mine, this may be desirable, but I would prefer not to be too stilted with you all. So, the poor punctuation and run-on sentences are meant to imitate my manner of speaking. Just think, it's like having me right in the comfort of your room, though, I regret, without the mellifluous baritone.

Two final warnings. One, I will post sporadically, sorry, that's me and, more importantly, that's the Subcontinent. Two, you may well disagree with something I write, but know that I won't be taking up arguments in the comments section. Having an argument over the internet is about as useful as bacon at an Eid celebration, which is to say, not at all useful and actually quite counterproductive, not to mention haram. So, save it for when I get back, or, if it's really bothering you, buy a ticket and fly on over to Indira "Sikh-slayer/Sikh slain" Gandhi International Airport.

I miss you all, even you, Ross. Check back sometime, ok?

Oh, but until then, check out this link to a video from Jarvis Cocker's (ex-PULP) solo album. The song is called "Don't Let Him Waste Your Time". It kind of owns: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1oMtwmTaNQ