EK CUP CHAI

I’ll be assuming charge of Ekcupchai from this day forth and as the customs of the blogging world require, I commence to do the Shree Ganesh of ek-cup-chai, on the event of its back-from-the-dead return to life with the ritualistic post of the what’s and the why’s and the how’s.

Mr. Peta, who FYI does not bear any remote connection to any let-us-save-the-animals-from-our-race organization and does not come plush with the endorsements of various bollywood actors of the female gender and page 3 party boppers shouting the slogans of ‘say no to meat’ and ‘say no to the circus’ throughout the week for the entertainment supplements of many a national dailies, while throwing away cocktail parties with sushi accompaniments on the weekend; is now no more associated with this blog. His footprints, however, have been immortalized on these pages and he will always be recipient to the right amount of nostalgia. And with this I propose to bring my ‘You will be missed Mr. Peta’ dialogue to an abrupt end and proceed to feed my ego and talk about my favourite person instead- ‘me’.

I begin with what I consider to be the fatal Indian disclaimer: I am a woman. And yes, I am one of those swarming scores of people who think they can actually earn a living by putting together words in proper grammatical sentences. Additionally, I had to literally beg the owners of the blog to let me assume charge and rant out my frustration on their virtual estate. I, to my delight and to the agony of the people who would be visiting this blog in the days to come, was successful in my noble endeavours and promise to run this blog with as much integrity as is possible in a human in this age.

Forever

Nalini Jain (Its not a pseudonym)