When you are free
Even urine is ghee.
With all due respect to cousin Moorarji Desai, who actually thought urine was ghee and duly peed on his chappati/roti/naan to "save our country butter" when his goal should have been to "serve our country better". And that's how Operation Flood and Amul originated. And had record production, because the Prime Min-Pisster didn't steal half of their produce/products.
Anyway, we're a Bollywood blog, not realpolitricking Machiavelli's-in-the-making. We've covered that base back when we were toddlers. These days, we focus our energies on issues of great consequence to the world, such as Bollywood plagiarism, Bollywood goof-ups, Bollywood wannabes, Bollywood gossip and the like. Keyword density and search engine optimization, I bow down to thine power.
So yeah, after all those red herrings, back to the issue on hand. Scentsorship. Should we allow smelly Indian-hating Indians like myself into Bollywood parties? Should we drag them to the supermarket and show them the deodorant aisle? Or should we show them the

Censorship is great. What other excuse could someone like Sharmila