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Bhay ho!!

Bhay ho!! Bhay - as in fear , in hindi . bhoy in bengali.
The fake ipl player blog , has done just that , infused fear in the mind of hitherto untouchable , unreachables. Basically ,it's a blog written by someone who claimes to be a part of the Kolkata knight riders team - it's irreverent, dripping sarcasm , and witty . So you say, what's different ? scores of bloggers are that and more.. but here is a revolution. here is perfect testimony to the power of the blogging world. A blog being discussed on national news channels, having it's own space in the sports section of the daily news paper!! I won't be surprised if it gets published as a collecters item , a coffee table book or something..
The real world lives in fear of the virtual world.. real life decisions now involve and revolve around the 'anonymous' .
Whatever be the fake ipl platers motives, but he has taken blogging to a new level.. and if used responsibly can truly be a weapon of change.JAI HO !! BHAI HO!!

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