An year has passed since a bunch of goodwill ambassadors came from across the border showering the city of Mumbai with brotherly bonhomie, a very Pakistani kind of joi-d’ vivre springing from the well of affection that country has for us. The anniversary of that monumental event was observed recently with the lighting of candles, the singing of hymns and a serious series of allegations-counterallegations between widows of slain police officers and those who were in charge a year ago.
Monthly Archive for November, 2009
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The Indibloggies 2008 is taking place and Random Thoughts of a Demented Mind has been nominated, aap ki kripa se, in two categories: Indiblog Of The Year (Category 1) and Most Humorous Blog (Category 5)
In an ideal world, I would have been able to promise many things to get your vote—tubewells, blankets, quotas, the opening of an IIT or IIM in your neighborhood, free desi liquor or at least guarantee that my “friends” will not torch your house out of “spontaneous anger” should I lose.
But since we do not live in Utopia, I only appeal to the goodness of your heart.
If this blog has touched you in appropriate ways and in appropriate places, please vote for Random Thoughts of a Demented Mind in the Indiblog Of The Year and Most Humorous Blog categories. [direct link into voting area]
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A White tent in Monsoon Wedding style on the lawns of the White House. Music playing: Aja Nachle
Dr. Singh, the PM, ambles about.
Bill Clinton arrives.
“Hello there Dr. Singh. I had a favor to ask of you.”
Dr. Singh: “Oh Mr. Clinton, I thought you were not coming to the dinner.”
Bill: “See that’s the problem. That blasted wife of mine dragged me along—didnt want me to be alone with the new lady secretary I hired to look over my papers [wink]. Would it be possible for your country to invite Hillary over for like a week or two on some excuse?”
Any movie on post 911 Islamic terrorism that does not have “New York’s best brown bread” John Abraham and the delectably vacuous Katrina Kaif in a lead roles has gotten two things right straight off the bat.
Some readers have noted the lack of reviews on this blog recently. While the fact that I am finishing up my book is one of the reasons why movie-watching has taken a backseat, what has been an even more important contributory factor towards my reticence towards Bollywood has been the presence of a certain Miss Kaif in almost every other major release, an H1N1 of pain.
Make no mistake. Miss Kaif is undoubtedly hot and can do a fine Chika-Chika. But she is definitely the size-zero of histrionic ability and the ground-zero of talent —-from her stilted Hindi to her monotone to the paucity of facial expressions, sometimes so weak as to make “deer-in-headlights” Amisha Patel look like Smita Patil. Not that I would expect Oscar-worthy acting in “Blue” but even then it is difficult to sit through even those little gems when someone is as consistently grating .
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