Thursday, April 23, 2009

Bollywood Bachelorette

Raakhi ka Swayamvar!

Oh there are so many things wrong with this ! It pains me and kills me to decide where I can begin! In particular, allow me to direct your attention (if you can peel your eyes away from the image of this sultry siren) to the videos posted on this site.

Miss Raakhi Sawant claims she is but the perfect combo of Miss India+Mother India as she gazes coyly and admits that she is now seeking a suitable patidev. Let him come from any corner of the earth! Riches dont matter but then, they dont hurt either! Above all, does he have it in him to sweep her off her feet?After all, she IS Raakhi!

Sigh...the irony....

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Facing an open book

As annoying as its applications can be, Facebook does tend to get people addicted to it. I don't care a rat's hinny if Joe Schmoe were to throw a sheep at Chuck Schmuck. Or for that matter, who really wanted to know what comments friends were writing off to one another. Are we trying to bare it all?

But I digress as always! There is one particular application on this obnoxious networking site which somehow amazes me everyday and leaves me wanting to see more. Here's what yesterday's Astrology Prediction application had to say for me:

It doesn't matter what your family thinks today, there are just too many romantic opportunities to pass up. You may find yourself involved with a partner that your family disapproves of but you'll enjoy yourself immensely if you allow yourself to follow your heart.


It is pretty eerie how the application tends to predict my state of mind even if it is off by a day or two.

Why am I sharing this here? Am I daring myself to go a little further every day?Or am I daring the people around me to come one step closer?Am I being reckless by throwing caution to the winds?Or have I finally found security to know that my faith is unshakeable?

I don't know. Ultimately, I just want to share.It is as simple as that. I am tired of the awkward "umms" and "aahs" as my feet shuffle. I am tired of that constant pining that eats me inside.We can all find anonymity online or in the real world to help us don masks, seek distance and hide our true selves. Ultimately, we still yearn to connect and share by throwing sheep,fending with chairs or blogging after midnight.

Today,supposedly things are brighter!

It will be an excellent day for partying, socializing and getting together with friends. Art, music, drama and dance are all good distractions. If you are single, it would be a major crime to sit in the house alone today. You could be missing a wonderful opportunity.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Superman and MakdiMati

On an otherwise mundane Friday afternoon when time seemed to have stood still at work, Miss Kitty directed my attention to this scintillating video of a desi version of Superman and his Lady Love. Methinks barring Mukesh Khanna in ShaktiMaan, Govinda could not have been a better fit for a desi superhero needing to sport supersized briefs outside his pants (Nacho Libre meets Tantex!). Ah and clearly, that rocks the world of his premika-the svelte Spiderwoman (henceforth named MakdiMati)!

Points of observation:
1.As romance blossoms at 30,000 ft, the superhero couple surveys the scene in Bombay to ensure all's well. Robotic heritage is apparent from the way heads turn to sweep a 70-degree field of view. Who dares say that such superheroes arent from another planet?!
2."Tu mera superman! Tu meri lady!"....Superheroes prefer simplicity.
3.Always stay in shape and that means butt-workout in the middle of a disco-style duet.
4.Fun and dance is great but duty comes first!Place song on hold to rescue damsel in distress. Hunt for said damsel's spineless boyfriend and hand her in his charge before returning to song+dance.
5.Change locations every few minutes. No dearth of parks!
6.Quickly identify trendy party to crash, regardless of location. You are superheroes.You can get anywhere.
7.Make MakdiMati show some mast moves to ignite fantasies of common layman and sadak-chaap type log.



God bless the 80s.