A paradox and a half

Contrary to the popular prelude set by the title, this article isn’t about the falling rupee or the recent survey, that the corruption rate in India is double than that of the global average. *Haw! * Also, Dear Presses of the world, we don’t need a survey to tell us about the corruption rate. We bloody LIVE it! *Boo Yaah!* I am going to talk (rather, write), about a beautiful love story that couldn’t have been spun in anymore splendid fashion than Lootera. I’ll admit, am not much of a Bollywood film critic. Heck! My Bollywood IQ’s the size of a peanut, or even less so. This disinterest grows from watching mind-numbingly stupid and narcissist approach of the cliché that are Hindi film heroes, according to whom, disrespecting a woman and forcing themselves on her makes them somehow attractive to Ms. Bee Stung lips (Rockstar) and even so unappealing is another R.K. movie where he goes, “ Tum jaisi ladkiyaan flirting key liye nahin, ishq key liye banaayee gayi hai. ” And Bam! Ms. ...

Alright, so we are all aware of that initial zumba when Mc. Donald’s just came in Ahmedabad. Yes! When going to Mc. Donald’s wasn’t about cheap hangouts, but the coolest thing imaginable. Fickle? Yes! But then, we Indians have always loved Videsi Maal (and No! I don’t mean Sunny Leone, you Idiots!) Today, Mc. Donald’s is part of our growing food culture, right next to our panipuris and choley bhatureys. I mean they did start a Mc. Aloo tikki at 25 bucks and put some masala over a truly American French fires, that gotta earn them some respect! Clearly, the way to each one of our hearts is through teasing that extra Spicy Masala Hindustani in each one of us. So yes, Mr. Obama! FDI in retail? Trying hovering on some desi tadka over it and am sure, even a rather unflavoured Sitaram Yechury would oblige. So, while I swear by my Veggie burger with medium fries, extra chilli sauce and a coke float that there isn’t an end to my Mc. Donald’s obsession, there is also a rather unnerving cult...