Good Tiger

Dear Tiger,

You have balls. You went around having sex with anything that you found attractive, hid it from the world for a very long time, got caught red handed, escaped from gasping mothers to undergo sex therapy, and three months later, stood strong and faced your sins. At today's press conference, you were brutally honest and I loved it. I thought what you did was super courageous, seriously. You were sincere and you laid it all down. That's cool. Everyone makes mistakes, some great golfers make massive mistakes, but overcoming them is the important bit. You hit the right spots, you did. Kudos.

Amidst all this shamefulness and embarrassment that you created for yourself, you have at least become the most colorful personality in the history of sport. You kicked ass on the golf course and got ass off it. You then became a man, owned up to your mistakes, and created a little movie magic for yourself. You will obviously not be forgotten in the near future, even if it's not for the right things. Convenient, right? Almost. You might be the most celebrated unfaithful person, ever. Sorry Tiger, sometimes being famous is not all that fun.

Now, you should come back  on to the golf course sooner than later and and get back to kicking everyone's ass. That usually shuts everyone up. And I prefer you in your Nike cap.

Good luck.

P.S. Who was the best? And after answering that, also let me know why would you cheat on someone as hot as your wife? http://easytigermodels.com/images/ellen%20nodgren%20with%20hawk.jpg

by Anish Malpani

Why It Is Hard To Blog

My inconsistency or more like outright negligence to my "personal" blog does involve lethargy. But, a larger aspect looms over this laziness which just shatters all possible motivations to blog.

So http://anishmalpani.com is as public an environment as any electronic media can provide. Any individual in the whole wide world with a half decent internet connection, be it my best friends or my uncle in Timbuktu, can access my website. Whatever I say is pretty darn public. So it obviously comes down to what I say. I can be interesting and talk about movies, music and sport. I can be writing politically correct blogposts that bleed fake-ness and that border dull. Or I can write an honest take on where my head is, what my thoughts are and what I feel. But then if I choose this oh-so-therapeutic third option, I will risk exposing my deepest inhibitions and feelings. I could possibly hurt and disturb fellow "friends" with my cut-throat honesty. I could stun my uncle from Timbuktu who will take my consumption of alcohol only with spite and judgment. And let's assume some other sensitive soul happens to unleash his/her anger on my honest expression, won't I then be afflicted with needless regret? I don't want to cause this dis-settlement of thoughts by just a honest expression of how I feel. But alas, this "honest expression" is exactly what I want to write about. So what confronts my over-thinking mind is a genuine dilemma. Should I care to post something that could possibly lead to a trend of tremors that is going to leave me contemplating over and over again - "should I have written that?" or should I just not write?

Yes, "I shouldn't care" because "nobody really cares" but the mere filtering of posts is such a turn off. It is a like an extremely attractive girl with pokey, carepety legs. I want to indulge in the pleasure of public expression, but the pokey, carpety nature of this sexy expression is just a bloody downer.

P.S. I really don't think this is an excuse. Lethargy is, though.

by Anish Malpani