Selective Amnesia There was a point to this. But I forgot.

A find.

This is possibly one of the best tracks I’ve listened to, in a long time. Brilliant.

Update: The people who created this number are Yogi B & Natchathira. They have a website – check it out – Vallavan.

No rest for the wicked

Desi Devil tags me. And when the Devil tells you something, you listen. The Devil wants me to write a wicked post and save the Desi Blogosphere from boredom. I listen up, for this is something I believe in. As I’ve amply demonstrated, in the past. Especially because the really wicked folks in the blogosphere are being pedestrian, lately.

I search hard for a victim for my wickedness. The usual suspects, I cast aside – no point in being wicked to the folks you believe are the leading lights of the blogosphere.

I scour the net. Look deep into the darkest recesses of it. (I are a committed person, when it comes to tags. I take it seriously) I try recalling the really wicked things I have said/done/thought of. I believe I am more wicked than others, for I don’t let my wickedness cloud my judgement. Yet, nothing worthy of the devil. I even refer to this new blog I’ve come across – Bad News India – for some inspiration. Nope. Nada. Nyet.

So, with my head bowed in shame, I pass the tag/torch on to my other wicked friends – I, Suman, Chenthil and Kingsley