NYC peeps,

The West India Day Parade, one of the coolest parades in NYC, is happening today. For those who want to check it out, come to B’lyn.

Bipasha Basu was reportedly mistreated by a couple of New Jersey parade organizers

i read about this in a local newspaper also. She was supposed to be the Grand Marshall, but couldn’t make it due to this mishap.

You can watch the world from the sidelines, or you can jump in and change the world a little. The problem with desis is that being educated and somewhat affluent, we are not joiners. Look at the St.Patrick’s Day parades. Hordes of poor Irish people in NY and Chicago saw it as their only opportunity to show off, and there they went parading. Before you knew it, the non-Irish found out it was a good party and joined in the parade. I just don’t see hordes of Indians joining anything – buying tickets to listen to Himesh Reshamiya does NOT count.

Infact, if it were an official India Trade Fair, it would be better, bigger and more people would attend. Shun the nationalistic slogans. Use it to make money (and keep the chicks dancing & food tasty).

Capitalism Zindabad.

missed the prade itself. Ignored the ‘stage performers’.

Interested in two things:

1. Quality & Quantity of pretty ladies
2. Food

Both were fine. I left happy.

I strongly disagree. The Thanksgiving parade and the St Patricks Day parade is one of the most colorful, fun, crowded parades of all parades, not counting a ton of other country pride parades that are huge in the city. As someone who works right on 5th Ave this is one of those rare pleasures of life I am grateful for. I love parades. A lame parade is a lame parade is a lame parade. All parades are NOT lame parades. The Indian parade however IS lame.

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