Friday, March 13, 2009
Yesterday I had nothing to do at all. Therefore I tried my best to kill my time. Tried to read sum books.. cudn’t digest the language. Tried watching TV, Cudn’t stand those wierd channels. Tried to watch children play..did it for sumtime and what not. In the 21st century you have lots of things to look upto to actually kill your time. However I failed yesterday or perhaps I’m in love he he. They say - We can do almost everything that we imagine. You don’t like your physical appearance? – go to a Gym and change it. Want a son who looks like Arjun Rampal and thinks like Narayan Murthy? - Get the bio tech guys produce one in the lab by combining the right DNAs. In between all this we have considered ourselves as everything albeit parallel to god; however there are certain things which perplexed everyone - The Indian TV fraternity.
I tried to surf numerous TV channels at an unearthly hour in the night, and I was like truly helpless. Started with the south indian channels, there we have a lot of stuff to watch there. Asianet, surya, udaya, vijay ajay, sujay etc etc. People are always happily dancing there in big crowds unlike the ever sobbing garishly dressed bahus on star plus. There is a hero and a heroine madly in love, and 2500 of their other friends celebrating their happiness in chorus. The hero is generally clad in body hugging white pants, a tight shirt that well accentuates his curd-rice filled belly and a tie that is as wide as a plantain leaf. He looks exactly like some distant uncle of yours in mid forties but only difference is that your uncle wouldn't have done pelvic thrusts on the telly with a woman. The heroine is generally the same size and she loves to show her thunder thighs in skimpy bright colored skirts. High energy music, ‘Chinamma chinammiya tara rara rara ‘and powerfully synchronised PT like dance moves, this one is sure fun to watch.
Much to my disdain I hopped over to another channel which showed some firang faces talking in hindi , as articulate and as precise as your school hindi teacher. Consider this : ‘Main hoon Paul. main kaafi mota ho gaya tha. Mera parties par jana band ho gaya tha. Samajh mein nahin aata tha main kya karoon. Aur tab mujhe mila yeh Tupperware ka slimfast. Isse to meri zindagi hi badal gayi.’These products remind me of the self help books that sell crazily on streets, assuring you that all you needed to become a millionaire was to read this book. The dubbed voices are really really funny, as there is a same set of people doing this for all channels be it cartoon network’s johny bravo or the unhappy - happy Paul on this channel.
Bored again tried swapping to a punjabi channel. I tell u try any of the hundred and one punju music channels (etc punjabi , alpha ,beta et al). There will be a Jaswinder Singh Bains (who ,now that he’s on tv, likes to be known as a cool ‘Jazzy B’) and millions others. The rocket speed at which the number of ‘punjabi pop’ singers is growing, chances are that you can never see the same singer again when you come back to the channel. Earlier on the countryside bumpkins of Punjab used to sell their lands to buy tickets to Canada precisely knows as Caneeeda in punbai dialect now they sell them to produce their music albums. It takes a green field of paddy, one tractor, one macho Punjabi munda with a bottle of rum in his hand and a few long-braided women in multicolored clothes to shoot such a song. Modern ‘jazzy B’ versions are generally shot in Chandigarh. I have seen loads of them.
Bored of all I tried catching up Bobby on Youtube, as she has Unfortunately left the MTV promoted roadies therefore that is the sole place where, now-a-days, I can see Bobby darling. While I was busy watching I realised that perhaps I can and I should approach her. Who knows I may stand a chance ( I know I’m good at kidding )
So my last wrapping up words would be - “kahin na laage mun.. kya hai yeh soonapan AAHA”
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