I showed Gritz the links and he was like, “why is this stuff always happening in India? What is it about India that gives people magical powers?” It’s an interesting question, Gritz. One that I aim to answer for you…for vous.
We all remember the “Little Injun That Could,” that five year old boy who ran from Puri to Bhubaneswar (a distance of about 40 miles), and we also remember Ghandi, the dude who magically didn’t need to eat for several years. Harvard students might recall Richie Banerji, my freshman year roommate. He was from Calcutta and astoundingly good-natured.
I’m actually not going to speculate as to why some people from India are particularly noteworthy, because I don’t want to run the risk of sounding xenophobic, but I will say this…they’re courageous and historically resilient. I’m sure William, my brother and business partner, could speak more intelligently on the matter since he’s spending the spring in Mumbai, but for now your guess is as good as mine.
I frequently wonder what life would be like as a formidably miniature human or a dude without an arm or something like that. I guess I’ll never know until I’m rolling around with a peg-leg and no eyes, but I really hope that when that day comes, I’ll take a page out of the parable of Helen Keller and keep a positive perspective.
This little Rockstar seems to be enjoying her size with the perspective of a sage. “I am proud of being small,” she says. “I love all the attention I get.” Well fuck yeah, little Jyoti! Keep killing it. CheddarTed.com is proud of you too!
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My people salute you.
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