August 19, 2009

I Have Seen Very Little of This Show But...

what strikes me as funniest about Iss Jungle Se Mujhe Bachao is that:

People on screen talk in English
Their lines are translated into Hindi
The translated Hindi line is written on the bottom of the screen
In English.

(Y'know, the English alphabet. Like if someone says I'd never eat that, what appears on the bottom of the screen is Main kabhi woh nah khaati - as opposed to मैं कभी वो नही खाती। - More power to Blogger, Hindi publishing etc.)

Check it out. Like, dude, exactly whom are you simplifying things for? The junta that knows only Hindi, but can read English?

August 16, 2009

August 15, 2009


Thought for the Day: Why do blogs see a dip in activity on weekends, especially Sundays and public holidays?

Look at it logically. You're working on weekdays. So what are you doing? Blogging at work?! Or coming home all tired, and saying, "Okay, lemme write a hilarious post about Salman Khan!"

Is it the fact that on weekends you're not frustrated enough with your life to blog? Or maybe you're just sleeping?

How about the fact that even readership (i.e. number of hits) is higher (!) during the week. Which explains what your boss has suspected forever. That none of you are working, really.


I'm on my way to taking this blog back to what it was. Regular, short and devoid of sense/reason almost all the time.

I'm saying this now because making the disclaimer takes away:
- the guilt that usually goes with badly written pieces,
- the need to think before I write,
- the need to be politically correct,
- the need to be correct at all,
- the need to please an audience (!),
- the thinking and re-thinking before blogging

This feels good. :) Have a nice weekend. :)

August 07, 2009

Bits Of Hatred - Instalment #3. Pseudo-bookworms. (And, well, it's a random post as usual so there's some other crap also to read.)

I read Kim's post on books and it's got me thinking. My own reading habits are pretty much going downhill. Tragedies, I can't stand. Horror, I abhor. Philosophy makes me puke. Hardcore romance I've always avoided anyway.

Which, really, leaves me with Jeffrey Archer, John Grisham, a couple of classics, a few Somerset Maugham short stories... and, well, the standard Christies and Wodehouses and 'Yes Ministers' and Douglas Adams and so on, but that's different.

Don't ask me what happened in the last Jeff Archer or John Grisham I read. I won't remember. And believe me, with all the authors I've just mentioned, once you've read enough of each, every piece of fiction seems pretty much same as the other.

Why, then, is popular fiction so... popular? To draw a (horrible) parallel - they're like David Dhawan movies. Sab same hai, you can laugh once and waste time without getting emotionally or mentally involved, and walk out feeling like it was worth the cheap price. (Note to everyone - buy these second-hand. [I would say pirated, but that's unethical, y'know? Bad people do that. *hides her books*])

And while I'm on books (this was a point that actually occurred to me while reading the post I linked), and well, as usual, I get lost in my own train of thought and come where I'm supposed to later and...

Ah the point is - know those people who make a parade of being "voracious" readers? I. Can't. Stand. Them. (Mainly because of their attitude. And at this tiny level because "voracious" is such a ridiculous word, really.)

Buy books. Don't break away from a group of friends to go into a bookshop because you want "this book on Tao philosophy, you know, like, it's supposed to be, like amazing?!"

Don't announce loudly to everyone that you'll "just be back in a minute" and then spend an hour in there deliberately making it look like you can't tear yourself away. When we come in, we find you stuck on stationery. (Hey, I'm all for stationery, don't get me wrong. Just say you want purple pens. I like 'em too.)

Don't bring books into random conversations that have nothing to do with them. Don't lie about what you're reading / want to read / have read. Sooner or later, someone will figure out.

Don't announce every book you begin to read. You're going to lose steam halfway through, and on my bitchier days, I will make sure I ask you, "So, you finished that book you started 2 months back?"

Do not recommend a book that is bullshit but sounds *fundoo*. Someone will pick it up some day and curse you and your pathetic taste.

If you ask me to recommend something, and I ask you what kind of stuff you like usually - please, please, please do not say "Arre everything yaar." Books aren't dessert.

Aunts who will ask me what their kids *should* read -I've talked about this before- will you please leave them alone? When I was a kid, I took instructions from no one and read whatever came my way. It's simple, really. Goosebumps if they want, Sweet Valley High if they want (both absolutely disgusting series', but who am I to say?) Nothing if they want. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Get it? Nothinggggg. It's better if little Pappu grows up reading Bombay Times and likes you for it, than if he reads Thomas Carlyle and hates you -and me- for it.

(By the way, I believe the good old Enid Blyton and Nancy Drew and what-not are being replaced by these stupid American high-school romances and bully-stories. Oh, and golliwogs in Blyton are considered racist. WTF moments like these make me feel very very old. Such is life. Take me into a Scholastic exhibition and I will cry. [Scholastic, I love you guys - you gave me money and all - but your selection... *shudder*]).

I realise this post is more about my intolerance than anything else. But then, intolerance is what our world is based on, so I'm allowed to add my two bits, am I not? Thank you.


No, I don't know when I'll post again.


No, I don't think you should watch Love Aaj Kal.


No, I don't really mourn for Michael Jackson.


Yes, I do think Obama stole the campaign chants from Bob the Builder. (Bo-o-o-ob the Builder - Yes, We Cannn!)


Please feel free to rant in the comments section. (Not that I need to tell you lot that now.)


PS - How many of you think a move to Wordpress is a good idea? How many of you love this blog (with its BS posts and lame colour scheme) too much to let go and will cry into your pillow every night if I move?