Bohemia in Calcutta

oh no! not another blog.





Before you groan another victorian sigh, let us first tell you why this salon is like no other. it does not belong to anyone. Voila. Ca suffit?

Image:Jean François de Troy (Paris 1679 - Rome 1752), Reading from Molière around 1728, Oil on canvas, 72.4 x 90.8 cm; Collection late Marchioness of Cholmondeley, Houghton. Source : Wikipedia.

in a world where everything belongs to someone, one hearkens back for a little common, a meadow where all can graze. or if you would be more urbane, a little parlor, a recreation in 21 st century virtuality of an enlightenment salon. where you can jus sit down, flirt, gossip, write down what you want others to read. a little bohemian. in Calcutta.





If you amble down the streets of Calcutta, little snatches of distant tunes come to you. not of all awwwww thats me of course :D

at a ripe ole 23

it makes sense. the city of aintels, we say, that strange species that feeds on conversation. Adda. we need to talk, to get together, to communicate. otherwise we'll be dead.





this is a forum for jus that. you, me, our friends, our friends to be, we hope to conect with the world. on the wings of just a hope. everyone has closet dreams. why don't we talk about it?





come in, sweetheart. just talk bout what is important to you. arts. literature. music. your poems and paintings. you.





come home.





Scio Amo. you will find me in orkut, the web community.


mail: scio.immortal@google.com