Monthly Archive for September, 2006

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Dance Dance

[This post has some video clips (each less than 2 minutes) I uploaded to Youtube. You need to keep "sound on" to appreciate them to the fullest extent]

Agar tujhe halwa khana hain, to tujhe dance karna parega. Dance dance.

–Dance Dance

I love dance. Indian movie dance specifically, not the ta-thaiiya classical stuff. I am way too much of a Philistine to understand the subtle interplay between Abhinaya, Laya and Ang. Accepted.

But of late I have become jaded by the endless stream of remixes, item numbers and special appearances all of which feature girls who are virtually indistinguishable from each other, possessing unrealistic curves, wearing little more than lingerie dancing under flashing lights or pouring rain.

Jaded yes. By the mind-numbing predictability. And by the sheer disconnect the moves of the dancers have with those of real-life folk —you, me, Sujata auntie and Probir uncle.

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Vande Mataram

So I get an email which asks me my opinion on the “Vande Mataram” controversy.

Simple. Making it mandatory to sing “Vande Mataram” is a gross infringement on individual freedom. No government has the authority to force a word out of my larynx. Or block me from reading a blog. Or prevent me from reading a book (like say for instance “Satanic Verses”) . End of story.

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Oh Yaara Silly Silly (Updated)

I have been tagged by Vulturo. The object of the meme is simple: post a silly picture of yourself. So here to the left is one that I believe meets universally-accepted standards of silliness. Sufficiently high on Sambuca shots, I donned my Halloween priest costume (Halloween was a few days away) and became a whisky priest for an evening.

No offense is meant to any community/religion—-this is just silliness. No flames and no fatwas please. Just to show I am an equal opportunities offender, I will confess to the fact that I dressed up as a not-so-holy Hindu sadhu for a fancy dress competition when I was 10 years old. I wish I had that image scanned.

[Update: My mother sent the scanned picture. Here it is].

Since we are on silliness, I have this pending tag that Bidi-K insists I go through especially because I have cribbed before at not getting tag-love. Let’s get that done while your attention is diverted by the picture above.

I am thinking about [the lessons relevant for India in super-talented Kevin Pietersen migrating to England because of 'positive discrimination' in South Africa i.e. racial quotas in team selection for which he lost his place in the team to a certain Goolam Bodi, simply because Bodi was non-white and Pietersen was not.]

I said ["Please Shakira. Please just shake your Yudhistirian hips (since her hips "don't lie") Colombian style and do not bother to do Indian dance steps. Cause even with Farah Khan doing the choreography, your desi dance number sucked at the MTV Music Video Awards." ]

I want to [know why Darrell Hair was asking for hush money from the ICC like a lady of easy virtue who has taken secret photos------I thought the issue was whether Pakistan tampered with cricket balls and not whether they tampered with Darrell Hair's]

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