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[h1]Blogger enraptures and enrages India [/h1] By Amrit Dhillon in Delhi Last Updated: 10:59am BST 07/10/2007 Brazen from the beginning, the young Bombay-based blogger decided to call her internet journal "The Compulsive Confessor", issuing a titillating invitation to share even the most intimate details of her life. wblog107.jpg The Compulsive Confessor regales her blogs readers with tales of drinking, smoking and sexual encounters In breezy postings, the 25-year-old girl-about-town India's answer to Bridget Jones told thousands of readers of her partying, smoking and binge drinking, along with candid musings about sexual techniques and escapades. Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan writes her Sex and the City-style blog under the pseudonym "EM", aware that although her material would not seem outrageous to a British audience, in India sex remains a taboo and anti-obscenity laws are strict. Earlier this year, the actor Richard Gere sparked angry street protests for kissing Shilpa Shetty, the Bollywood star, during an anti-Aids event. A senior Indian political leader recently denounced sex education as an evil that would "corrupt" children. Murli Manohar Joshi, the former minister for human resources development, said it would lead to an "immoral society". Although Madhaven's true identity is known among the chattering classes of Delhi and Bombay, on her blog she drops only tantalising clues: 5ft 3in tall, a Sagittarian "only child, from India's English-speaking/educated elite" who does "pretty much as I please, not hampered by my gender". She has been called "slut" and "*****" in comments posted on her blog, yet she cares little for traditional ideas about demure and submissive behaviour. "There are people who love to hate you, just because you're a woman," she muses online. "Just because you write about going out and having fun because, 'God forbid an Indian woman should have any fun'." She chats boldly about trips to the gynaecologist, swigging Bailey's from the bottle, and the phallic-shaped cake at a friend's hen night. Fittingly for a creature of the internet age, when EM recently found a boyfriend whom she nicknamed "Volt" for his energy she announced it first on Facebook, the social networking site. "Volt" does not read her blog; nor would she want him to. "He knows I've written about my past boyfriends, so I think it would be a bit awkward for him," she told The Sunday Telegraph. Does she worry that men might be put off by her explicit blog? "I suppose I'm aware of that, but if they're put off, that's their problem," she reflected. "It's who I am." Madhavan, a Delhi-born writer for a news magazine, Outlook, launched The Compulsive Confessor during a dull day at the office in 2004. While her critics grow daily more scandalised, her thousands of fans believe she is changing the face of modern Indian womanhood. Her blog is among the most popular in India, receiving 400-500 hits a day, although only two per cent of India's 1.1?billion population have internet access. Unsurprisingly perhaps, the publisher Penguin India has commissioned Madhavan to write a semi-autobiographical novel, hoping she will rival the success of Candace Bushnell, the American author of Sex and the City, in giving voice to a new generation. Her book, due out early next year, promises to be racier than previous Indian chick-lit novels, yet some Indians believe that will not help sales. A fellow blogger, who did not wish to be identified, said: "She has a dedicated following but I'm sure a lot are voyeuristic men seeking titillation. I find it a bit superficial myself." Meanwhile, Madhavan is apprehensive that news of her real identity will spread even further when the book is published, making it harder to be frank in her internet journal. "It will be harder to write when you're no longer anonymous," she said. Will she carry on? "My blog is an integral part of my life but it's not my life," she said. "I'd be upset if it vanished tomorrow, but I wouldn't be heartbroken." The Compulsive Confessor, it seems, is defiant to the last. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2007/10/07/wblog107.xml

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After reading a few of her entries, i don't see what the fuss is all about ? What is so "enrapturing" about some dull, sexually frustrated Indian chick sitting on her @ss and elaborating on the boring details of her everyday life - being published, whining about not seeing any d*cks at bachelorette parties, how all the men she is surrounded by happen to be lady-boys (anyone who hangs out with this wench would probably become one) and of course - no sh*tty blog could ever be complete without a few samples of cringeworthy poetry...:whatchutalkingabout I don't feel enraged at all - well, maybe i do - just because i wasted about 3 good minutes of my life sifting through that rabble. I could have spent that time scratching my balls or engaging in some other compartively productive activity. Nothing worth reading whatsoever. Explicit, my @ss. For starters, anyone who even bothers reading through most of her tedious verbal bile needs to get a life. Why don't these bloggers ever talk about something remotely interesting ? Like how they intend on playing in traffic and getting run over by one of those rickety trucks with mirchi hanging off them or even JIF peanut butter. mmm...peanut butter.

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