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Filtered Culture

I’ve been out of touch with the Bengali language for the past 12 years, barring the occasional visits to Kolkata. I sought a quick-fix a few weeks ago by subscribing to Bengali feeds from YouTube.

The feeds vividly reflect our mindset: the only thing we are obsessed with is porn. My newsreader has been so inundated by graphic videos that I’ve had to use Yahoo! Pipes to filter them. Sometimes, even that isn’t enough.

Keeping exceptions aside, here’s what I feel: we are outright uncultured. I am truly ashamed.

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saurabh said…
you are filtering out porn!!! VOLUNTARILY!!! Dude...
Saturday, September 20, 2008 11:40:00 AM
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