Saturday, July 05, 2008

Random Hurrrh

Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels. Having said that, we must acknowledge the wisdom in opting for the second best.

Thank God for handy phrases. Take the phrase ''having said that". Instantly allows you to go back on your premise. How useful is that?

By the way, I'm also mighty impressed with a Punjabi word which I've been hearing recently in a lot of songs. Some word that sounds like Hurrrh. Used once in the Singh is Kingg title (See earlier post). Now, go back to yesteryear's Mauja hi mauja. Again, lots of Hurrrh. Used with great efficacy as a resounding refrain. Makes the sound of somebody herding stray livestock. Like many a potent word, I suspect it can convey most anything under the sun. Even in this authentic qwaali by Nusrat ( singing Bulleh Shah's poetry)

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I would much appreciate it if anyone will enlighten me on the connotations of Hurrh. See, even wiki is not able to offer any help. Plus I'm encouraged by the kind of success gawker had with getting linguistic info on his blog.

In other news, the nearest theater showing Jane tu is 25 miles away, so I couldn't catch it. Saved the trouble of putting down a reaction.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Till kingdom come

The modernists said, " Style is king" ( These were people who also said green is the new fuschia, thereby proving they must never be taken seriously.)
The purists said, "Content is king." ( They were believers of the maxim " God gave you eyes. Plagiarise.")
Proponents of free market said, "Consumer is the king"(and then made a career of royally duping him)
Wiki acknowledges that Simon Pulsifier is the king.
Post US-Open, there's widespread belief that Tiger Woods is the new king (of pain)
Knowledgeable beer lovers would still call Gambrinus their king.

Well it appears that none of them was the real deal. Because come the 8th of August, only Singh is.

Our very own Pritam-da ,who is auditioning for the role of the fattest apostle in the upcoming Monty Python flick called Monty Python and the last supper (hence the tonsorial abstinence and and all that bread and wine he's been soaking up), is all hurt and dejection these days. He is saying, "What variety of a dog needs two g's? And who now are the new RDB? More than one of them, it seems? I mean, I worship Pancham-da and all, and although his tunes are are so oft-heard they're hard to lift, I'm working on it. In the meantime, these RDB chaps and their Dogg come along and steal a number from right under What sort of a dog-eat-dog business is this?"
(The assorted animals have actually done some groundbreaking work, I think. They've put together, for the first time in the history of music, a lullaby laced with hip-hop sounds.)

So the fun begins to sizzle. And while we're on the subject, I'd love to put in a word sideways about Katrina Kaif the living doll. The way, with every passing day, she's starting to look more and more like a creature of flesh and blood, is making me develop a tender crush on her. Though I must also admit, that when it comes to leggy supermodels my heart is still in the right place. It is in safe hands, so to speak, with Giselle. Like Sir Paul would sing, Giselle, ma belle, those are words which go together well.....

Under duress to go watch Jane tu etc. on the July 4 opening. Wifey's still got a thing for those boy-girl stories. Let's see.

Update: I made a mistake, the video above actually shows the title composed by Pritam-da and not that bunch!