The Great Indian Circus


Politics is stranger than reality. Masks come on, masks come off, masks are exchanged. Friends stab each other and foes shake hands.

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Maverick Journals


Warning: Written in a Dark tone. Starts a bit light and slowly becomes darker. January 28 –¬† 29, 2011 – Why am single? Was asked this question again by someone. As usual ducked. Changed topic of conversation. But going to quote or rather make own quote. Distorting Groucho Marx’s to suit purpose: “Wouldn’t want to … Continue reading