Selective Amnesia

Just in case I do forget

There used to be a great band of people in this world-famous in India blogosphere. They, we, called ourselves the Cartel. In short, the Libertarian Grand Cartel of Indian blogosphere, headquarters Bombay.
Our stated mission was to spread libertarian PJs and, if the chance presented itself, drink Ethiopian Qahwahs. If, in the process, we managed to change to way the world thinks, (for instance, accept that Nehru infact sucked big time) well, that’s just a bonus. Some of you (dunces) might think the term Cartel doesn’t gel well (heh, a rhyme and all) with a set of people who believed in free market and non governmental-interference. Well, that is just because you are a stupid person who refuses to grow up.
But seriously, the term Cartel was dubbed upon us, tongue firmly in cheek, by our God Mother – Shanti Aunty. And since we dared not (publicly) disagree with her, let the name stick. Besides, the poor woman was letting us cartel members (well, some of us) win the Blog mela every time, this was the least we could do.

So anyway, here are the Cartel members.

Yazad Jal – the Grand Pooh Bah
Ravikiran Rao – The Grand Bah Pooh
Madhu Menon – The Grand Orient
Amit Varma – The Bah
Kingsley Joseph – Writer of the Cartellian Tag Line
Gaurav Sabnis – He who makes ears bleed with bad PJs (Roam wasn’t built in a day)
Gautam Bastian – He who gets confused with Gaurav
Aadisht Khanna – Tam in Punjabi coat
Kunal Sawardekar – (Dude, what do I describe you as?)
Chandrachoodan Gopalakrishnan – Er, nothing fancy

When two cartellians (or even 1) meet, we fix the price for global oil, regulate fiscal reforms in India, change a prime minister and drink coffee. Or, more importantly, decide which one of our astras we let loose on the unsuspecting public.

That’s how formidable the cartel was. Note. Was.
You see, the Cartel has broken up. (Rumours are that a bunch of typists did us in, in return for 30 pieces of ration ticket)
And we are no longer able to exercise our clout, as Chetan feeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllssssss we do. But more importantly, we are no longer able to come up with those stinking bad PJs. Even Ravikiran, who was a natural, has stopped.

A bad day, indeed, for Indian Blogosphere.