Monthly Archive for August, 2005

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The Rocks That I Got

Don’t be fooled by the rocks that I got,
I am still the MP for your block,
Used to have a little now I have a lot
—-JLo ( modified) [Jenny From the Block]

Our politicians are goin gangsta ! And a good thing yo cause frankly I am sick and tired of us being portrayed as devious and cowardly people by the Pakistanis. I am through with Indian citizens falsely accused of spying and being put on deathrow in “Terrorist’s Own Country—Pakistan”. And of our politicos talking about world peace and world hunger and neighborly love when we are surrounded by countries that wanna smack our bitch up. I say its time we got medieval on their sorry asses.

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The Redemption of the Don

mafiaWhen and if I ever have a child, I shall definitely ask him/her to consider joining the Mafia Cadre as a career option.

It is a bit too late for me I am afraid. Many a pound overweight, I would be a sitting duck for sharpshooters. I also don’t have a chilling voice, am dreadfully afraid of the police and could never shoot balloons properly.

I also happened to think that murder and extortion aren’t honorable ways to earn a living.

This is of course because I was brought up that way. My parents told me what was right and what was wrong—a mistake I shall never repeat.

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Go Showty

Go Showty,
It’s your Birthday
We gonna party like it’s yo birthday
We gonna sip Bacardi like it’s yo birthday
And we don’t give a f*** it’s not yo birthday.

–Fifty Cent

Well it’s my birthday. My blog’s birthday. My blog turns one year old on August 20.

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Born Into Brothels

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Yesterday something happened which I thought I would never ever get a chance to experience–
watching on Cable TV (Cinemax) in US, about 2 minutes of uninterrupted Bengali abuse (technically called “Kancha Khisti” ) of the type that would make the legendary milk-vendor (gowala) of Santoshpur named Dulu (he was a legend for his innovative swear words) cringe.

I was watching “Born Into Brothels” —Zana Briski and Ross Kaufmann’s Oscar-winning documentary about kids born into the red-light region of Calcutta—-which one reviewer describes as the “nearest thing to hell on earth”.

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The Rising—-Fact or Fiction?

Amit Varma, one of my favorite bloggers (and indeed of many Indians in the blogosphere) agrees with the criticism of “The Rising—the Ballad of Mangal Pandey” in the Telegraph where British historians have accused the movie of demonizing British Rule.

Despite not having seen the movie myself and basing my assessment solely on what the Telegraph and Amit says the movie contains , I shall have to disagree.

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