DANGEROUS INDO-EUROPEAN RELATIONSHIP

If you are a fantasy loving person and a dreamer, it is obvious you wonder about the universe. You love any kind of a discussion relating to the Time Machine or the Black Holes and all. You wonder about the HISTORY. You discuss about whether ever man would manage to pay a visit to the past. You are much in awe with the amazing inter connectivity in the languages spoken in the Indian subcontinent and those in the Europe and the American continents. The experts call them as the Indo-European Languages.

They say the evolution of the current languages begun with the adaptation of the ancient Sanskrit to the Latin and then to the modern Sanskrit and so on.

One word, that I feel has been a serious aberration to the whole settling of the languages, is Sarjansheelta.

Sarjan is similar to Surgeon as far as the pronunciation is concerned.

Sarjansheelta is CREATIVITY in the Hindi-Marathi languages.

And it isn't a good idea for a surgeon to be creative.

And it is a very good idea to keep away from a sarjansheel surgeon.

Bored.

LATER.

Dabangg-Serious NonSense shown seriously.

Dabangg works. It isn't a compulsive Salman starred superhit like Wanted. It has some substance minus a great story. Dabangg works because of Salman and Salman and Salman alone. Munni Badnaam hui and a great background score add to this action comedy recipe. People who questioned his acting prowess will be forced to alter their perceptions. Those critics shall enter the cinemas (preferably a single theater and not a multiplex) being their self and shall come out being their own alter ego. Such is the impact of the movie. Director Abhinav Kashyap wouldn't have made a better choice for CHULBUL urph ROBINHOOD PANDEY.

Dabangg is unlike any other rustic-town-based-story that is all but too abusive and filled with raunchy scenes. There isn't a single beeped word that won't allow you to go watch it with your younger siblings and parents.

It is a treat for a Salman Khan fan (like me). Those who aren't crazed about Salman, I bet you'll be one of the countless fan base after watching his latest blockbuster. If Rajni has got his own league down south, here we have, after all these years since Salman's debut, our own answer to the Rajni of south. With Dabangg, Salman has been the Rajni for the Rest of India. 

Salman has a cached treasure of some decent acting.  And he himself is to blame for keeping it cached for most part of his career. Rishi Kapoor appreciated his acting skills once on a coffee talk show. And how brilliantly Salman has proved Rishi right with Dabangg.

But, on the onset of the huge success and record breaking box office collections, there lies a serious threat to Salman and his public image for being type casted. I expect a series of Dabangg-inspired-flicks in the near future. Salman should have in him what it takes to resist the temptation to do similar roles. That won't help his cause. I bet a sequel to Dabangg won't work at all.

Now that he is an approved actor, he needs to grow exponentially as an actor. Just like what Aamir Khan did so very early in his career. Aamir went a step further. He hardly ever repeated his co-stars. Obvious exceptions being his favorite Juhi Chawla.

A total paisa wasool movie and my advice-suggestions: Go watch it with as many friends as possible, because that'll add to the fun quotient. Watch it in a single screen cinema hall and not in a multiplex to enjoy all the whistles and also to feel free to whistle yourself. 

And if you are a true Sallu fan and always keen to do things he does, don't forget to put on an old shirt of yours in case you get possessed by the Salman spirit and rip the shirt apart.

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VOID CULTURE

I read this a few days ago. Just too abrasive, I thought then about the article.
Today is the 7 day Ganapati Visarjan. And there is chaos on the roads everywhere in the city. And I realize today that the linked article isn't all nonsense.

There is a dance academy near my locality. And I won't comment on the quality of dancers that the dance academy yields. Because, I am not aware of that fact. I am not bothered about knowing about it either. The reason I mention about this dance academy is that it celebrates a GRAND Ganeshotsav every year.

Being a dance academy, it is full of either a gang of hippies or a clump of positively plump ladies. Though the presence of a bunch of ill-clothed ladies can be nicely enticing and wanting and all, but in the state of realness it can prove to be rather an eye candy. Those abstruse, gaudy and extravagant piercings at the vestigial body places and that tattooing on the important places becomes obnoxiously flamboyant.

And when such hippies decide to show their INDIANness and culture, your mind echoes "ITS KALYUG".
They set up a stage at the place that earlier was best utilized for TEEN PATTI and carrom. Cigarette gets replaced by incense.

All the rituals are carried by the hippies as per their HIPPIE culture. And when the visarjan day is up, the hippies go mad. So much so that it makes me believe that the reason they celebrate Ganeshotsav is to show their hippie dancing during the visarjan time- of course, the HIPPIE way.

That the dancing is beyond the Hindu culture is just an understatement. It is mortally vulgar and hippie insane. A tank top and a tight bottom apparel is the last thing a cultured Indian lady would put on. But, as it is, the hippie culture.

They play ear-shattering-loud music while the Ganesh murti is on its way to the visarjan. They'll block the traffic while the procession will move ahead at the speed that is 1/3 of the speed of an earthworm. The only reason I hate Dabangg is that it has given a vulgar dance number "Munni Badnaam Hui.." to these hippies. Munni Badnaam is then followed by awful cacophonous high-pitched noises from the so-called remixers.

And the fact that an average Indian can't resist even a trace of any kind of mild or medium amount of skin show explains the high incidents of sneaky gropism and molestations.

Less said, the better!

NO TIME FOR THE LOVE TO WRITE.

Eons ago, there had been a grand & orotund wight who *would* post an entry on this hapless blog. 

Eons later, the wight continues to preserve all the roly-poly reserve but the oftenness of postings seems to be tending to zero.

Once, during a random interview (unsuccessful), the fatso was asked about his *FAVORITE* hobby. ( Favorite hobby-  and we regard those intolerant, intolerable industry retards as the interview panelists.)

He replied, "Breathing and Living is his hobby!" 

The panelists could not conjecture this BAAT KI GHEHRAYE. One of them JUST couldn't cerebrate the idea the fatso mouthed. And the rest of the interview is HISTORY that could be possibly best forgotten.

 

During the interview, the fatso was also asked about the fact that he used his left hand to write and all, but one. Don't ask me about the one important and necessary activity that *has* to be carried out no matter who you are. That activity which most people do using their *other* hand has just got costlier than ever in New Delhi (Collect Wealth Games).  A delhiite was overheard saying " OYE! Yeh TISSUE ka ISSUE! OYE, APNA HAATH, JAGANNATH, 4000 rupiyon ke hai, BHEND-E-TAKKE! " The fatso has been lucky he doesn't hail from New Delhi. 

The fatso LOVES to live. And, yes! This can be considered a hobby or a vocation. And breathing is an activity that gives LIVING a nice basis. The fatso meant whatever he said. 

The pale blue work life has been a cunning blockade to the 'living' hobby. And when there isn't time for 'LOVE to live', writing has been a far-fetched terminus. Actually, writing isn't a terminus. It can be regarded as a SUMMIT POINT. To which the mind & its thinking can converge to unity. And from which the mind and thinking can make a point beyond the scope of anyone. Writing is a unique double sided lens with the mind being just like the silica glass lenses. It is a completely-automated-self-programmed-mind-audited medium that can converge and diverge at will. Converge all your thoughts into oneness. And Diverge a myriad of ideas that could possibly match with the focal length of potential and possible readers. 

Writing requires a complete togetherness of mind and body. The only other such activity that comes to my mind is television viewing. And TIME, as always, has been a constraint.

Let me hope for an improved frequency of postings post Ganesh Chaturthi and Eid. 

You can go and watch Dabanng during the festive week end. And till then, i'll do some CHULBUL with writing.

GANPATI BAPPA......... MORYAAA...

MANGAL MURTI...........MORYAAA...

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