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Channel Bh

Published on March 1, 2007 in Video. 72 Comments

Ever since I had this vision of Dhoni’s evil twin on Youtube singing “Gulaab jaisan bagiya main, mahok jaal gori”, I have become a convert to Channel Bh.

Or as the Babuas calls it: Channel Bhojpuri.

Many eons ago, I had commented on how Bhojpuri movies were like a breath of fresh earthy air in today’s claustrophobic world of sepia-toned, stylized NRI dramas that are totally detached from the dreams and aspirations of those whom Lalloo refers to as the “pipool”.

Now it seems that Bhojpuri music is following in the steps of Bhojpuri movies, moving in to relieve the “aam aadmi” of their listless existence, brought about by remixes, item numbers, nasal bleatings and stale Indipop.

And unlike P Chidambaram’s aam aadmi budget, Bhojpuri music really works.

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Deconstructing Prabhu Leela

Published on January 24, 2007 in Mithunda and Video. 41 Comments

5 seconds into a Mithun-da song: The guitarists wield their instruments like phallic objects.

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Dance Dance

Published on September 11, 2006 in Mithunda, Pop Culture and Video. 50 Comments

[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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