Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Excellence Type A
And what of the wiles of excellence,
That appear to need perseverance,
Always focussed, never still,
By which I mean added to the bill.
With certificates on walls as clearance,
And the pomposity, a bloody nuisance.
That appear to need perseverance,
Always focussed, never still,
By which I mean added to the bill.
With certificates on walls as clearance,
And the pomposity, a bloody nuisance.
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Saturday, November 20, 2010
Old Bollywood
My latest pleasant pastime is following the work of the lovely Laxmi Chhaya, a dancer in Bollywood during the 60's and 70's. She has inimitable style, great moves and is a stunner to boot. She was for a time, the next best option to the fantastic Helen along with another looker and dancer Bela Bose. Wonder why these women never made it as heroines though..
From Gumnaam (1965), one of her earliest dances in the movies to a brilliant rock n roll number sung by the godly Mohd Rafi. That shimmering gold dress and some great moves here..
And here is another, this time with Bela Bose from an early Rajesh Khanna film, Baharon ke sapne(1967). Lata and Asha have a crackling time with the mike as Laxmi and Bela dance up a synchronized storm :-) I can't get enough of watching this number..Music by that man, that star RD Burman.
One more, a great Lata number from Raat aur Din(1967). Nargis won a National award for her role in this film as a schizophrenic. Laxmi Chhaya's dancing is so contemporary in this one, a lot of western moves complemented by that very bollywood extra that pumps up the charm.
Thanks to Tommydan1's HQ videos. And memsaabstory.wordpress.com & Madhulika's dustedoff.wordpress.com whose pages I have spent many hours on, reading with delight every turn of phrase and story. Our common Shammi Kapoor love allowed me to serendipitously find them. Thank you!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Requesting high standards #irony
Creators of mediocre 'art',
You pop culture tarts,
I apologize for this jousting-offencing,
But will you try being self-effacing..
#wouldliketheirPopArtBetter #lazywordsforlazythoughts #LordMediocrityUsethHashtagsAgain
Friday, October 01, 2010
Thoughts in loneliness
When the silence screams in my ear,
I tap it gently & put it to sleep.
Other times, when I begin to speak to my angry dear,
I know that silence is mine to keep.
Now you know why the poet's alone,
This isn't poetry, but its maladjusted clone.
The End
Yay! Where it says 'The End', I have, for a brief moment, succeeded in creating an impression of gravitas. Next...gravity.
"Gravity, impression of"
1. Take heavy boulder
2. Drop it on soft mud
3. Lift boulder without disturbing mud too much (especially no loud calls to attention, like "What ho, What ho Mud old fellow...care for a spot of tea then? There, let me dust you off a little")
4. Observe impression that gravity made on mud.
Ok thank you. And really, just what you've waited for all these years.
The End.
er...ok ok. I'm going.
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I tap it gently & put it to sleep.
Other times, when I begin to speak to my angry dear,
I know that silence is mine to keep.
Now you know why the poet's alone,
This isn't poetry, but its maladjusted clone.
The End
Yay! Where it says 'The End', I have, for a brief moment, succeeded in creating an impression of gravitas. Next...gravity.
"Gravity, impression of"
1. Take heavy boulder
2. Drop it on soft mud
3. Lift boulder without disturbing mud too much (especially no loud calls to attention, like "What ho, What ho Mud old fellow...care for a spot of tea then? There, let me dust you off a little")
4. Observe impression that gravity made on mud.
Ok thank you. And really, just what you've waited for all these years.
The End.
er...ok ok. I'm going.
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Tuesday, August 17, 2010
After school goodie song
At the end of school,
My mouth begins to drool,
For icecream and goodies of all kind,
That are oh-so-cool.
My mouth begins to drool,
For icecream and goodies of all kind,
That are oh-so-cool.
Then my Dada says,
Nahin, no and nay,
Your tummy and teeth can't take these,
Every single day.
So I tell him this,
Tomorrow we'll give it a miss,
Just this once, an ice-stick,
Please please plissssss...
To be extended to include balloons, what happened in school today, that's my friend....rooooaaaaaaarrr..scared her.. Etc etc
- by
Joon & Dada
Friday, July 16, 2010
Reco!
Pointing you to one of my favourite movies of all time. Neo-realism at its best on camera. The Sisyphean 'Man Push Cart' by Ramin Bahrani. Watch watch watch, but be prepared to be moved without being manipulated.
Bahrani has made 3 films and one short & is Ebert's Director of the Decade. I've seen Man Push Cart & Chop Shop, easily some of the best films ever made about the poor and the working classes. De Sica, Fellini and Visconti would embrace this phenomenal talent. Watch people!!
Man Push Cart is a 2005 American independent film by Ramin Bahrani that tells the story of a former Pakistani rock star who sells coffee and donuts from his pushcart on the streets of Manhattan.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
#badideathatnevertookoff
Just considered a murder story where the victim is sent up in a hot air balloon and the murderer plots to bring the balloon crashing down by heating the air above it to a tremendous degree.. (and equalizing the temperature of the air below to that within the hot air balloon)
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Movie Reco - Agora
Agora, *ing Rachel Weisz who plays 4th century astronomer and
mathematician Hypatia who was caught in the political movement all
religion is, just like we still are - Watch!!!
mathematician Hypatia who was caught in the political movement all
religion is, just like we still are - Watch!!!
Wordiness
I really think 'Toppling' is a brilliant salted-peanut of a word. The
world will thank Arjun for it one day.
world will thank Arjun for it one day.
From "The big needle on the clock is toppling around like a top, Dada"
Paul's appalling
The Traditional German Onion Pie is being replaced on the plate of the regular Joe, er..Jerry, Strudel, Teuton, Oosterbuur, Bratwurst, Bavarian, Alamani, Brandenburger, Germani, by something known simply as the OctoPie...
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Bahadur & Bela. Bela.
Why can't someone make a movie around Bahadur and Bela? For a comic first drawn in 1976 Bahadur from Indrajal Comics was pretty modern.
Probably the first Indian dude to team a kurta with jeans :-) And a live-in relationship with the delectably drawn Bela.
Anyone have any Bahadur comics they can lend?
Probably the first Indian dude to team a kurta with jeans :-) And a live-in relationship with the delectably drawn Bela.
Anyone have any Bahadur comics they can lend?
Travelling in the rain, Dulls my brain...so..
Line of schoolboys,
Running wet on the main,
Plastic bags in employ ,
To keep out the rain..
Lead spying eyes,
Down memory lane,
While Nostalgia sighs,
Tears down window panes..
Now done with this doggerel, I dust nostalgia off,
Running wet on the main,
Plastic bags in employ ,
To keep out the rain..
Lead spying eyes,
Down memory lane,
While Nostalgia sighs,
Tears down window panes..
Now done with this doggerel, I dust nostalgia off,
So go find your own, Show & tell !!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Judas 2.0 OR Another day in life
As we walked to Jerusalem,
The men, they shaved often,
And I sold them the alum,
To make their skin soften.
Outside Jerusalem, bright and sunny,
After taking all their money,
I asked of them,
Why they needed to dress up,
To meet their prophet,
While handing me, my neat profit.
Son of God they said,
Would be very well bred,
And disciples,
Couldn't be rotten apples,
An ideal brood for an ideal man.
So I shook them by their hands,
Bought meself some clothes, all new,
And looked dapper,
While they whipped a poor pauper,
That christian, born a jew.
The men, they shaved often,
And I sold them the alum,
To make their skin soften.
Outside Jerusalem, bright and sunny,
After taking all their money,
I asked of them,
Why they needed to dress up,
To meet their prophet,
While handing me, my neat profit.
Son of God they said,
Would be very well bred,
And disciples,
Couldn't be rotten apples,
An ideal brood for an ideal man.
So I shook them by their hands,
Bought meself some clothes, all new,
And looked dapper,
While they whipped a poor pauper,
That christian, born a jew.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Astro-poetry
Summer night,
All alight,
In glory and in joy.
While the Sun,
She keeps on,
Fusing nucleii..
Morning time,
News for a dime,
Coverage for dashing casanova.
While far in space,
Some catch trace,
Of colliiding Supernova..
Friend of yours,
Is facing fears,
To make sure he is grounded.
While all around,
In scientific shroud,
Gravity has some astounded.
Explaining all now,
With help from Godot,
Universe for dummies, simplified thus.
While toiling hard,
At scope and chart,
Some labour on, in pure science flux.
In art circles,
An artists pinnacle,
Sees him centerstage.
While some deft,
Measuring red shift,
Gives clues to universe's breadth.
Not just in prose or verse,
Center of the universe,
Some claim to be.
While spaces' geometry,
Forbids us to see,
Universal golfs' starting tee.
Rapt attention,
During dinner conversation,
Over man's contradicting qualities.
While more than a generation,
Of photon emmission,
Shows wave particle duality.
Running out of time,
As you feed in a dime,
To get your rush hour ticket.
While time herself,
And her secret pelf,
Is behind dimensions picket.
All alight,
In glory and in joy.
While the Sun,
She keeps on,
Fusing nucleii..
Morning time,
News for a dime,
Coverage for dashing casanova.
While far in space,
Some catch trace,
Of colliiding Supernova..
Friend of yours,
Is facing fears,
To make sure he is grounded.
While all around,
In scientific shroud,
Gravity has some astounded.
Explaining all now,
With help from Godot,
Universe for dummies, simplified thus.
While toiling hard,
At scope and chart,
Some labour on, in pure science flux.
In art circles,
An artists pinnacle,
Sees him centerstage.
While some deft,
Measuring red shift,
Gives clues to universe's breadth.
Not just in prose or verse,
Center of the universe,
Some claim to be.
While spaces' geometry,
Forbids us to see,
Universal golfs' starting tee.
Rapt attention,
During dinner conversation,
Over man's contradicting qualities.
While more than a generation,
Of photon emmission,
Shows wave particle duality.
Running out of time,
As you feed in a dime,
To get your rush hour ticket.
While time herself,
And her secret pelf,
Is behind dimensions picket.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Sunday, March 08, 2009
World Affairs
This is a reaction to some posts on the 26/11 attack and other numero-nymous attacks including but not limited to men with guns, men with rocket launchers, men with gamchas, men with vermillion thumbs and no love for alcohol, men... bah!
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