I can read!

I used to be able to read a newspaper every morning. Well, that died when newspapers could not be bothered to hire real writers that knew how to spell or use grammar and journalists who could report on a story without filling up 90% of their piece with quotes from hitherto-unknown people. And of course, since moving to the hardworking, git-’er-done environment of North America, a huge contrast from the chalta-hai attitude of Calcutta, coupled with the…

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