a confession to make after all

today i completed 'a year in merde' and at the end of this process i have a confession to make.

i enjoyed clarke's on the face innuendo and other direct form of [no, it is not at all pervert or such] comic literature and his endless account of shagging females innumerable times but towards the end when he speaks of this half-indian girl who the protagonist beds on his first pre-date, i was taken aback and i din't enjoy it [a lot, :p]. i mean i knew that the female was more french that indian but somehow my indian prejudice or my cliched belief in audacious indian female mentality kept me from believing that an indian girl can not be open to such accounts. i know i am being what i don't like to be - subjective.