Humbled yet again.

Since I joined the current company, I have been humbled once too often.
First it was a group of blind singers[here], then, today.

Our company gives out an award to people who have made a difference, every quarter.
This quarter it was to a Doctor couple. The husband couldn't make it, maybe he was busy treating Tribal patients. His wife could come. And She talked. We gave a standing ovation.
My eyes swelled.

Back home I grew up in a strict environment where I was given corporal punishments quite so often being wild, yet I wasn't allowed to cry, for a cry warranted me further whips. No pain ever made me cry as a child, but there are moments like today when my eyes do get a little wet. Maybe it is all the tears that I fought back. It made me physically tough, but give a sweet touching speech and I am :-( !!!

The couple was none other than Dr Abhay and Dr Rani Bang. I had the good fortune of listening to Dr Rani, who could come to our company's monthly meet and accept the award. Extremely qualified doctors, who 21 years back turned down offers from Geneva, Mumbai and othercities to work with a group of tribals who would eat grass-roots (no pun) for survival during the rainy seasons when they are cut off from civilisation by flooded canals. When they could have chosen luxury and riches, they chose to work with the down trodden and contributed not just to the immediate tribes they touched but to the world at large. Their studies have made many study materials for rural health care.

This couple, gold medalists in their MD, who went on to do their superspecialisation at the John Hopkins, and came back to India looking for WHAT they could do. They wanted to make a difference, but didn't know where to look or start. This lady was reading a Birbal story to her boy child who also is a doctor today. The story of 10 fools, where birbal found the 10th fool searching for his lost diamond ring under a light on the other side of the yamuna when in fact he lost the ring on the other side. Since it was dark on the other side he was tryin to find it on the side which was lighted. Birbal found the 10th fool, and the Lady her Clue [she narrated thi story to us]. Alas! They have been busy looking elshwhere when they should have gone to darkness, the problem lie in the darker innards of India. She and her Husband went to Gadchiroli, a region in Maharastra inhabited by the gonds. And the couple started their journey, and started a trust called SEARCH [Society for Education, Action and Research in Community Health] .
[Note: I am writing what I have registered on my mind listening to the speech, and have not googled anything yet. I wanted to give it a human touch. I will link only what she mentioned.]

The work this couple have carried out have been exemplary in the truest sense. Their work have set many trends in rural healthcare and are being followed by the WHO and other organisations including India Govt.

They found that Pneumonia and not Diarrhoea was the main cause of most child deaths, and since the nearest hospital was very far, most child deaths occur because basic medication or care could not be provided. The couple started training Village/tribal women on basic health care and teach them how to treat children with pneumonia. The results have been phenomenal, child mortality[which is the no. of death of child per 1000 child before they attend the age of 1 year] reduced from 130+ (I didn't note down the exact number) to about 80 [in a modle sample of 36 villages they have chosen for the research]. They also developed what they would term as Verbal Autopsy which came to be recognised all over the world.

Again they found that most child deaths occur before they attend the age of 1 month. This was something she termed Neo-natal care. They also learnt/discoverd also that a women have many reproductive woes or problems between the time they fist have menstruation till they attend menopause which laid a foundation of the reproductive healthcare foundation. I can't recollect exactly what the terms were, but a line of study that was erstwhile called some other term was recoined after their research.

Now, since the tribal people were ignorant of neo-natal care and they rarely went to the hospital, there were many child deaths before they attend the age of 1 month. They started traing mid-wifes and other tribal women on neo-natal care and now they take care of the tribes' neo-natal needs.Since they started the training, child mortality at the model villages have gone down further to...... take a deep breath 30 which is the target the GOI have set to achive by 2010 for INDIA. The system is being followed all over the world.


They have also started a Hospital there in a way the tribals wanted because the Tribals never visited the Govt. Hospitals which was because
-the concrete look very alien to them and had no element of the nature
-every one is clothed in white which reminded them of the Death sinch the death are wraped in White.
-And the doctors act like god and they had only one God.


The Time magazine have honored the couple as Heroes of global Health.[here]
Just saw that Sepiamutiny had mentioned the same on a post.[here]

I salute you Dr Abhay and Dr Rani Bang.
And I love my company for recognising the same, and bringing them to the dias.

Many more to read about the couple. I suggest that you google for more.

Update: My other Blog is updated

Today is Nupi Lal

Today is Nupi Lal. It is a state Holiday in Manipur.

It means Women's War or A War fought by Women. I had written about it earlier in my Blog on Manipur .

Women have also played major roles in the politics of Manipur. Not that there have been many many politicians, but women groups do have a say in many matters. This can be dated back to 1931, when a very important event took place called the Nupi Lan. Nupi Lan marked an important event in the history of Manipur. Nupi Lan means the women's war, Nupi meaning women and Lan meaning war, when women stood up in an uprising againts what we called chak tangba( inflation of food ie rice). The war or uprising started at the said Ema Keithel, when women protested against exports of Rice to Assam to feed the Brittish when Rice itself became scarce in Manipur. But since the British were paying, more local prices shot up making it very expensive in Manipur thereby causing a lot of problems for the local populace. We rememeber the brave women who fought in nupi lan with state holiday every december the 12th. More.........

It marked a very important event in the History of Manipur and on empowerment of Manipuri Women. I don't know of any other war on a War or uprising solely by women other than for a cause solely feminist[ eg. Bra Burning]. We have also heard of Women Warriors in Jhansi Ki Rani or Joan of Arc, But Nupi Lal, was uprising by women solely for a social cause. We call elderly Manipuri women by the loving word "Ema" meaning Mother and the uprising was led by most elderly women. Even today, women groups are very strong today in Manipur as everybody must recall the Manorama Incident[Read more], when some elderly women had protested in front of the military. Even today, an informal network of local Emas (motheras) roam the streets of manipur with improvised torches. These women are called Meira Paibis or torch bearers. Started out as an informal group to punish drunkards and other social evils, they are now a very strong force who even have a say in political matters. Read about Meira paibi here.

And I believe seeds of the empowerment of women in Manipur was sown during the Nupi Lal. Everybody could learn a lesson from this historic event that equal participation of sexes can only but uplift a society. Note that, Manipur is not a Matriarchal society and the Men are not lazybums and have a history of being fierce warriors. But women have been very effective in many an event. In Manipur, women don't beg or fight for their rights and respects, they earn it and the men are fiercely protective about their women and vice versa. Do link this post and let the world know.. Crossposted at my Blog on Manipur.

# Update:
Had an eventful day, couldn't do justice to the post. It was written in less than 10 minutes, that I managed to squeeze out my schedule today. Many things had to happen today. Believe me I took 10 minutes to finish my lunch and back today, but I had to write this post. And I had to give a paper too, fortunately I passed. It indeed was a historic event for the Manipuris, and I had almost forgotten about it when my father called me up from home and told me today was Nupi lal. It is spelt as Nupi lan too. I am not so good in linguistics but both the words are used interchangeably.. You will get google results for both Nupi Lal as well as Nupi Lan. We say "Lal-hou" for uprising but "Lan-mi" for Soldier. But, now I realise we use Lan for war, but somehow I felt that Nupi Lal was what had registered in my head than did Nupi Lan.

More about Women of Manipur.

I have mentioned that Manipur is not a Matriarchal Society. But let me take this chance to explain more about the Women of Manipur. Manipuri women are not very outspoken either. In Manipur also women leave men to do the job of men, and you will find it very rare when you see a women joining in the discussions of affairs considered to be of Men. Not because, we are sexist and don't allow women to enter a converstaion of the elderly male, out of respect. The respect for men is women is Manipur is also awe-inspiring , and Men return the respect and women are not restricted by society to do anything. I have never seen a women without a head cover in front of his husband's elder brother, and I have never seen them talking too. But where it matters, women have shown enormous courage and men have never stopped them.

Women groups form small imformal credit unions and do what could be termed as microfinancing at the most grass root of levels. Though the interests are huge, there have been no case of suicide and since most the imformal financiers are women who lend to women business women, they are much more responsible and I have seen debts in lakhs written off. The knowledge of Finance like returns and yield that mother demonstarted to me made me dumdfounded. I promised my mom, if I turned entrepreneur, she will be the Finance consultant. I learnt the concept of amortization from my mother, not the definition but the concept. She who doesn't know who the Finance minister of India is.

I was just thinking what made Manipuri women what they are today. they learnt the strength of unity early on. If Shri Mahila Griha Udyog could do a lijjat papad, which was no mean feat, why can't the rest of India follow.

Manipur today is in a very bad shape, embroiled in unimaginable problems, yet I always say that I haven't lost hope. Our women are empowered.

And then things like this do happen, still.[Read at mumbaigirl's]

What do you say in Hindi, "ek se bhale do, do se bhale chaar". Unite Women Unite!!!!! Take on the World..

##Update:
This post is linked at IndianWriting , Globalvoices and our beloved Desipundit. My Heartiest thanks.

BTW, I just found out that this is my 50th post here on A Journey called Life, of course I haven't counted my posts on my old blog and other blogs. I am becoming a blog fanatic and more than 2 yrs old .. Silverine also had her 50th post.

Indian Advertising and Sex.

Does Sex sell?
This used to be one very common GD topic, and a subject marketers and Ad-men love to discuss at the drop of a hat. [more]
Gives much fodder for controversy among the moral police brigades as well.
To the right is the imfamous Ad from Tuffs that started it all. It created a small flutter from the Moral Brigands. [image from here.]


Wait! I am not here to debate on whether sex sells or otherwise.
My question," if the ads mentioned were SEX afterall"?
To me, showing a little skin is not sex, just a little improvement to the torn Cobweb scenes of Ganga Jamuna Saraswati or two flowers banging each other.

Some creative head of a famous ad company once gave a guest lecture( no, he was not a guest faculty from Wharton, just an Admen who was kind enough to give us some insights on Indian Advertising). He showed us some very beautiful ad campaigns from around the world from a video. I rememeber what he told about the Indian Ad making, "We are just not bold enough". Then, he proceeded to show us a series of bold commercials.

I particularly liked the ad about the fruit flavored condom.
It showed a very polished lady (in a restaurant or waiting for something I don't remember), and a fly was hovering around her mouth. It didn't suggest anything till the product was shown. A fruit flavoured condom. It was funny as hell, but the commercial didn't end there. The Coup de grace was the ending when it showed another scene and the fly was buzzing around a guy's mouth. Now that was bold. No skin, no sex. Plain creativity. Have a Dekko here.

I like the Ikea ad campaigns as well. Very clear Messages. Tidy up, or see what your kid nis playing with... trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

To be bold, and to convey a sexual tone, one don't have to be so gross silly as in the new condom ad where the girl riding pillion on a bike is nibbling at the earlobes and neck of her man. And to the scene where the maid was servant hiding her face and giggling when she discovered the packet of condom..( Was it durex long last, or was it extra ribbed? I don't quite remember) . But then we have come a long way since the Nirodh campaigns..

Have a look at this Puma Ad... A little gross but.... BANG ON ..literally

Barkis is Willing...

Barkis is willing! And Miss Peggotty's family who lived in a Boat. One of my earliest memories, as early as I remember the ghost who Walk. I have read David Copperfield many times, different versions. Just as Charles Dickens, David was my favorite child too. Around the time when I used to dream of being Dante and Monte Cristo. I don't know if I remember the spelling right. Let me see who or what else I remember; John Silver, The drunk captain of treasure island, what was his name. He used to sing 'yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.' And of course Oliver Twist. But David Copperfield remain my favorite child. Oh! how I hated Aunt Trotwood, though always loved her later. And, that sinister Mr. Uriah Heep. He forged the signatures of Mr Wickfield, didn't he? Maggie Smith as Betsey Trotwood was both hated and loved.

David Copperfield sometimes used to give me nightmares. What if I were suddenly orphaned? I used to think up how I would survive with my brother, funny, I have never told this to anyone in my life. My Childhood secrets, something ominous that I never felt it right even think about it. Remembered it as I watch David Copperfield, I felt like writing it today, and open up to the world, those childhood fears. I was always afraid of such a possibility and spent many afternoons thinking how I would bring up my kid brother who always fought with me though. I was maybe 10 or younger; ten because I remember it was before I had left for boarding school.

I wanted to watch some good international movies, and since we didn't have a Netflix, I thought the best place to start would be the British council library. I had my company's corporate membership card, but learnt they don't issue DVD on corporate membership, so without checking out the collection of DVDs that they had, I enrolled for one in haste, and made myself 1800 bucks poorer. Well, I couldn't find any Akiro Kurosawa or Polanski, I should have known better. He was no British. So, I rented David Copperfield(TV) and Jabberwocky( because I thought Jabberwock must have chosen the namesake after this movie, which also I learnt wasn't to be).

But ah! David Copperfield opened many a floodgate of memories. I was watching the movie just as a movie, feeling sad for David, wanting to crush the head of Mr Murdstone againts the head of miss Murdstones, feeling helpless and frustrated at watching Mrs David Copperfield being manipulated by the Murdstones than the magic words "Barkis is Willing" open a sudden floodgate of memories. This was something I always remembered. I don't now why? When Barkis, the coach driver, asked David if he could convey the message that Barkis is willing to Peggotty, I remembered my childhood. And of course the movie did justice to my memories and Daniel Radcliffe was so adorable as kid David. Better than Harry Potter.

But I still feel pissed at the fact that I didn't check thier DVD collection before fishing out my CC even though I carried the corporate membership card. And, I really wanted to watch Mifune's walk. Where do I get them other than at Amazon.com?

English and Bloggers

Time and again, mostly by professional writers who blog, have pointed out how awfully most of the bloggers write. Bloggers don't care about grammatical mistakes, typing mistakes, punctuations, have-has-had, Plural-singular, 's . Which is quite true, I would say. Many bloggers, I believe, started writing only after they started to blog. I don't remember writing anything since my Class-X English paper, but for the tons of emails that have done more harm to our writing skills than 4 years of engineering could have done. We started neglecting even capital letters to start a sentence, writing i in capital, an interrogation mark, what!!!

I ran a "ctr+f" for the word wierd (not weird) and yes I got two of those on my blog. More often this are typing mistakes, not having learnt typing via the lazy fox route, we often type O for I or P, I have written "fpr" in place of for many a times. Grammar! well, many of us are indeed poor in grammar. Problem could be, not enough of grammar in the curriculum or the habit of reading just the story in a book not the language. I would have mastered the intricacies of English Grammar, I was indeed privately tutored by a great teacher, famous for his peculiar way of teaching, but he died after the second lesson. May his soul rest in peace. This teacher, who used to stay a few houses away from mine, had quit a teaching job to coach anyone and everyone and "make them better than MAs in English grammar", he used to say. He used to give his own degree sans the certificates, and introduced me to other students who will complete his MA or BA. Mind you one had to begin at scrath. But he was already old when I was old enough to attend his class, and he expired as we started the basics. I didn't take a private lesson after that, and resorted to gorging on Sidney Sheldon, Harrold Robbins and Louis L Amour for the story of course. I was such a sucker for a good story, and by the age of 13-14 there was no "Novel" in any best seller list I haven't read, from Ken Follet, Archer, Grisham just name it. For the story, of course. And, I never learnt Grammar.

And of course there is someone else to blame for my grammar. Remember, Raj Bapna. The Indian mail order guru of How to read faster. Well, I had subscribed to his read fast technique, and eversince I read his course on "how to read fast", my formative years were spent counting how many words I read in the last minute. I still do it, his technique of reading sentences in glance, reading 4-5 words at a glance. That way one end up reading just the story, and that have trickled down to writing as well. You must have seen that many times I miss out very crucial words froma sentence. "How did I ____ it"? I sometimes write with a missing miss.

And, since we are not used to copywriting or editing, we just press the publish button and forget about it. I have corrected my posts many a times. In fact I have had to edit some posts 4 or 5 times. We, the non-writers, always happen to miss or ignore those small mistakes, but imagine a Copy writer or an editor or a proof readers who earns a living by doing just that. To their trained eye, a "wierd" stands out like a puss filled sore thumb. We non-writers of course don't even notice where it is wrong. And I bet some people are still wondering...

Not your fault friend, it is the human brain.

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod actulaly uesdnatnrd waht I was rdgnieg The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwaht oredr the ltteersin a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos notraed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorantt!

We just know how to read. If all of us start to write and edit as well as the professional writers, their jobs will be in danger. So we blog some, we work some. BTW, I still haven't editted my post today though I was a little more careful as I wrote it.(or is it carefull)

Also read these definately...
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Update:

But seduction, to me, isn’t making someone do what they don’t want to do. Seduction is enticing someone into doing what they secretly want to do already. More here

Empowering Women

I have writen about the women of Manipur, how the women are comparatively empowered, here. No, the society is not matriarchal (though some ignorant people have often asked me).
I believe in empowering of women for the overall development of a society, and the reason I still haven't given up hope on our state is because of the status that Manipuri women enjoys. Exceptions, however occur.

So, It was pretty depressing when I came this post by Uma, here. Quite a lot of links, all leading to some sad but true facts. But then again, I came across an article today in Time(latest edition), an interview with Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf, the first women elected to head an African Country. An excerp:

You are the first woman elected to head an African Country. What does that mean to you?

It means that I have a great responsibility to meet the expectations of Liberian and [other] African women. I'm humbled by the challenge. I will be under the microscope all the time--whatever I do and say, how well I am able to move the Liberian development agenda, how I am able to promote peace and reconciliation. I'll have a lot of detractors who want to see me fail, not only because of my long years of political activism in Liberia but because they aren't really convinced that women can be leaders. More...

We maybe walking slow, but we aren't walking back..--Abe Lincoln

What goes on in the North East cybercafés

Rediff takes a peek at what goes on in cybercafés around the country. North East India's turn here.

My mind goes back to when I used to pay 60 bucks and hour to chat on mirc. I wonder where all those chat friends have gone...

Story behind my Name-Anthony

An Ode to the Big B


What is the one thing that belongs exclusively to you but that you use very rarely is used mostly by others. Yes! It’s your name. Your identity, the one thing that identifies you.

My name is Anthony. I prefer to be called just that or sometimes Tony in short. Tony is to Anthony as Bill is to William.

I am often asked, if I am a catholic. Some presume I am. Even though I am not very religiously inclined to any sects, not that I am atheist though, I am not a Christian. Nor has my name Anthony got to do anything with any religion pertaining to any God. Well, if Amitabh Bachchan is not God ie. I heard that some people worship the Big B. So maybe, there is a religion there afterall.

I got named Anthony, after the Big B. I am living tribute to the Big B.

I am writing this post after I saw a limp Amitabh curled up into a semi-foetal position in his car( today's TOI). The photographer could have avoided that. It was so unlike the big B, but apparently the Big B was admitted to the Escorts in Delhi and later to Lilavati in Mumbai. For some abdominal problems, probably gastritis,’Just stomach problem caused by food poisoning’ says Dr Trehan of Escorts. Hope it is just that. Get well soon Amitabh.

Amitabh had much more impact roles with names such as Vijay or Jay than the role he played as Anthony, but somehow the name stuck and Anthony sounds more Amitabh than Jai, so as the story goes,’ when I was born It was destined that I would be named after Amitabh’ After all my father was such a fan of Amitabh’s. Or so, my Aunts thought.

Yes that is how I got my name. I grew up among Aunts and Uncles who couldn’t dare to tease my father who was elder and was known to have a temper. So they just started calling me Anthony and the name stuck, so when I got admitted into nursery school, it was the name that was chosen. And I don’t know if I would want any other name than Anthony.

But He did had the same hair cut and the swagger that Amitabh is famous for. But nobody could say it to his face, though I am sure he wouldn’t have mind. Why else did he collect those “Yeh hain Amitabh” audio tapes and who bought that LP of “Muqqadar ka sikandar”, "Sholay", "Zanjeer", "Zameer", "Silsila", and of course "Amar Akbar Anthony", with dialogues and everything.

Surprisingly My father never looked like Big B to me though. Maybe he has changed his style and gait by the time I was born and grew up. But I never saw him looking like Amitabh Bachchan. Oh! he is hansome, but not like Amitabh though. The reason why people think he looks like Amitabh was perhaps because of his height. In a place where the average height used to be 5.5 or 5.6( its increased though) my father’s 6 foot tall lean frame must make him look like Big B. And stories are that he was such a heart throb, something (sob sob) I didn’t inherit. Nevertheless, I was named Anthony as a tribute the One man who everyone at my home is crazy about. Oh! it also helped that My mom is just as tall as Jaya Badhuri, and that her name is Madhuri which is often confused with Badhuri, lol. People keep asking me if my Mom’s name is Madhuri or Badhuri.

I am also a great fan myself of Amitabh Bachchan, his swagger( a swagger that could whip Clint Eastwood's ass anyday), his Baritone voice and I am going to dedicate a blog to his name soon. The Man more than the Actor. People remember Actors for the part that they played, we remember Amitabh not for the roles he played but for the man himself, The Big B.( Shah Rukh Khan is trying that hard, The King). But as JaiArjun of jabberwocky, pointed out in a comment, 'his being everywhere-like God-is-omnipresent’ selling everything from Pen to Paint is a little too much to take for fans like me but then he must know what he is doing. “It is better to burn out than to fade away”, but his second comeback after almost fading out makes him even a bigger hero.

Get well soon.

## Do read the links to swagger and omnipresent.. very good reads..
I first picked up the thread at balancing life here, then followed it here, and here


## I had my dad's pic up. Then, I suddenly remembered his temper ;-)

Isn't RediffBlogs suppose to be more desi than Blogspot?

I have known Deepak Jeswal for a long time now. Well, I have known his blog at Randomexpressions for a long time now. I am sure there must be more-than-1-year-old comments on his blog that I left. He is pretty famous among the rediffbloggers as DJ . His is one the 100+ comments blogs. And there many more of the 100+ comments rediffbloggers. But somehow Rediffbloggers don't show up on the desi blogging scene. Maybe because, its pretty difficult to set-up rediffblogs on technorati. I have been trying to claim my rediffblog via technorati and technorati cannot seem to trace it. Hmm... Is Rediff listening?? And try a search for whois-linking-to technorati search for any rediff bloggers and only links from Blogger users will be displayed. Technorati cannot trace links from rediffbloggers. I don't know if it is Technorati's shorthcoming or Rediff's.

But still Rediff bloggers rarely tend to migrate to Blogspot. Maybe because, Rediff also has its own set of goodies like the occasional sizzling blogs, where rediff picks a few blogs and display them on the main page often for more than months. Two of my blogs were there for about a month beginning of 2004, which was the reason I stuck there for so long, lol. And the post editor is also pretty user friendly. I myself couldn't shift for a long time. The reason I choose my blog's adress as anthonysmirror was because I started this as a mirror to my rediffblogs which was anthony.rediffblogs. I had opened this blogger account to write comments on blogger blogs which only allowed blogger users, and I thought I'd just copy my post from rediffblogs, so the name Anthonysmirror, funny though that the name stuck and I shifted to blogger.

Funnier though is the fact that a true desi blog( Isn't Rediff desier than Blogger or MT or WP) is not very popular among desi blogs. The few Rediffbloggers that I have often come across in Blogger Blogroll are AbsoluteLee and Jammy's Ouchmytoe. I believe Jammy's blog would have been more popular, had he shifted to Blogger. Other than those, I have come across very few rediffbloggers in the desi blogosphere. The reason, as I stated already, is the poor technological update of the rediff owners. No rediff blogs comes up on the result of any blog search engine. And technorati bots cannot trace them either.

With 50000 + hits already, Deepak Jeswal's Blog is a very popular Desi Blog, in the rediff blog world. Oh I haven't mentioned why I am writing about DJ today. Well, he had just written an excellent story piece, posted in episodes and Its been a week since he posted the story, and he has already posted 7 episodes. I know most of my visitors also know DJ, but for those who don't just go and read the story on DJ's Blog. Its amazing. And it can't get any desier, with a backdrop of India's freedom struggle.

1931 was a sad year in Indian history, and a dejected one. The deaths of Bhagat Singh and his friend shook the country, as also eroded its self-confidence. Rifts were increasing – between Indians and British; between Indians themselves s the rulers stoked the communal fire with a devilish glee. More

And if you are a video gaming enthusiast and you play those MMORPG, then
you could start dreaming of your millions, read more..... Enough for a sunday

Update: MayI also mention another very desi-blogger, The Comic Project for all Phantom lovers, not to mention Diana... Nothing can go desier than Indrajal Comics, as the blog says

DEDICATED TO A generation of children growing up on Harry Potter,Cartoon Network and television in general AND Lee Falk...more