The Internet has become a place for documenting projects and other professional activities. But the personal had disappeared. The flavour of the individual — around which the early Internet had sprouted — has disappeared. The informal individual either survives in a parody, as a small island, or not at all.
So with this thought, Huma and me are flagging off the safarnama space for documenting our individual lives freely. What happens? When? In which way? And when things happen, is there a broader plot? Or do things happen randomly?
A lot of things do, do not have any professional intent. They are just a part of our personalities. Somehow they form a core part of who we are.