‘It might just work,’ Sinha says and nods at Ratan approvingly, ‘I can see where you’re going with that, Ratan, please explain the idea.’

‘People alwaysh complain that the Internet ish a dangeroush place for children because of child pornography etshetra. Shoshial networking shite Fashebook ish already in newsh—there was a hate shite on Shivaji on Fashebook and the webshite got into trouble with Shiv Shena over it in January—we could link mishing kidsh with Internet—’

‘Shtop … Stop right there,’ Ed says. ‘How does it all link in?’

Ratan looks at Sinha imploringly, like a puppy would look at its master.

‘We can do something on the lines of “When children go missing …” We can list the possible dangers—twenty-first-century dangers—that exist for children and that a parent needs to be aware of. It can be an ongoing series and every week we can list a new danger. The first danger can be Internet or social networking sites, since Facebook is already in the news,’ Sinha explains.

‘That’s fucking good, Sinha,’ Ed says, pleased. ‘Anything else?’

‘I have a story on the Internet,’ Ragini says somewhat tentatively.

She looks at Sinha—I don’t think Ragini wants to miss out on another big project. I really admire the way she fights to get a byline every week. If only I could do the same with Comma.

Sinha nods at Ragini to continue.

‘I read this blog Vindaloo & Vibrators … It’s written anonymously by this woman, she calls herself the Virgin Bride—’

‘What’s the point of writing about an international blogger? We are a Delhi newspaper Ragini, remember?’ Sinha interjects.

‘Oh, she’s a Delhi blogger,’ Ragini says quickly before Sinha can dismiss her idea. ‘As in I’m pretty sure she’s a Delhi blogger. I want to investigate and try and find out who she is because right now she is the biggest rage in the Indian blogging circuit. Her forthright writing, particularly about her sex life, has caused major controversy in the—’

‘I don’t think so,’ Sinha says. ‘Ratan’s Internet story idea has repercussions in real life. Why should we give so much importance to a random blogger ranting about her imaginary sex life?’

Poor Ragini, it’s just not her day today. I know the blogger she’s talking about and I regularly read Vindaloo & Vibrators. In fact, I had introduced Ragini to the blog. Initially she had laughed at me for reading ‘trash’ but now she too reads it regularly.