I badly mistook this Nepal Tara dudette and apologize for it. I thought he was just that pathetic, certified psychopath from Down Under--you know, the total failure, bichara, who clamors for attention by being childishly disruptive--you know, the one who sometimes vists Sajha when he forgets to take his medications for his sad deteriorating mental condition (come to think of it, we must be long-lost twins, him from bharyang muni!). I am truly sorry for being so off the mark. Turns out this sistah is not only a flamboyant dancer/singer (an original member of the cho-chweet Nepali Village People, the policeman), but a bona fide comic as well. Have we ever laughed so hard AT a nut case before? But wait, the dudette is also a blistering racist polemicist, an English spelling teacher, a semiotician, a metereologist AND a gay fabulist (check out all the anal imagery in his oh so cute, literate and creative writing). Can you believe the talent on this beauty, meow?!! So let's not shun or attack this multitalented twisted sistah, this most sensitive wilting flower. Let us understand that this dudette suffered an abusive childhood (not funny), due to which he is confused of his sexual identity. Let us not forget that this twisted sistah's violent heart and rough tongue (meow) is only a sign of impotence, his confused inability to express himself clearly, all of which is of course the result fo repressing his ebullient happy self, poor thang! Let us instead give him a group hug (not too close now, meow) so as to enable him to slither out of his pupal closet and fly away from Sajha like a brightly colored butterfly (or stay for tighter group hugs, meow, I am willing. We do after all need someone to laugh AT every now and then!!!!