Horny Hippies go “Hare Raama Hare Krishna”

The 1971 Dev Anand film that gave white chicks and hippies in India a bad name for decades to come…. enjoy “Hare Raama Hare Krishna” with Zeenat Aman as the naughty Desi girl who has fallen in with the evil hedonistic ways of the west including smoking pot and wearing short skirts. dirty dirty dirty! 🙂

Tulsi leaves grow out of Desi Boy’s Ears!

I’ve heard of someone being green behind the ears but this is just ridiculous.

DOCTORS ARE predictably baffled by what would appear to be a medical mystery. Over the last three days, assorted plant leaves and seeds have been continuously popping out from one of the ears of Aman Deep, a 12-year old boy in Faridabad. The sixth standard student has been equally stunned – his ear has “delivered” more than hundred leaves.

He was rushed to ENT specialist Dr. Praveen Chawla, who was shocked to see assorted pieces of leaves of the plant species such as ashoka, pipal, paan, tulsi and even banana and seeds of vinca rosea plant coming out of Aman’s ear.

read the rest of the story at yahoonews.com

well perhaps this is the beginning. the planet is beginning its revenge. about time. And I don’t really mind if I turn into a plant. I look good in green. And I’d like to be able to drink water through my feet and eat sunlight through my brains…like swamp thing… anyways…

now for some random entertainment by Ozan Sokmen…a spooky little film called “The Day a Leaf Came out of My ears”…..

Cheating Desi Husband Caught LIVE on a radio show: I KNEW HE WAS A SNAKE

Check out how “Raj” gets duped into telling a talk show host about his girlfriend “Nykki” who has shown him the “ways of American love”…who is his favorite “Buddha call” …then his wife gets on the line…check it out…lol.

Support Burmese Democracy on SMC

image from nytimes.com

Listen guys, right now lets pool our efforts and help spread information about what is happening right now in Burma. The Indian government is acting slimy and is more concerned right now about protecting its oil interests in Burma than about all the people protesting peacefully in the streets who are getting murdered because they were inspired by how Indians won their independence. They’re our neighbors and they are screwed. We need to spread the word. They have shut down the Burmese internet connection so we need to do all we can to make sure information is spreading about these human atrocities. Go to Sacredmediacow, the Southasian media collective based out of SOAS, University of London, where updates are being pooled and posted. Please send any new information and links to angad dot chowdhry @ gmail dot com

A revolution is happening. Those who actually give a shit should get involved.

Here’s a bit of BBC footage of the beginning of the protest:

This is the BBC footage as of Sept 26, 2007

CNN Footage:

There’s Something about “Julie”

I guess there’s something about the name “Julie” that inspires B-wood.

The 1975 flick about an anglo-Indian chic and her tragic romaaaance….Julieeeee…..ahahhahahhhhhhhhhhhhh……I love you….. check out the little seamy little seduction routine, those were the days where you expressed your lust by emphatically rubbing your collar bone and paging through underwear catalogues. go figure.

And here’s a juicy little number where Mithun Chakraborty swing dances to trumpets in “julie julie” from the 1988 Jeete Hain Shaan Se…….soooo……julie julie…humko mary nahi maangta…humko lilly nahi maangta…humko sandra from bandra nahi maangta….(to kaun maangta)….hey julie julie…..johnny ka dil tumpe aaya julie

now if you want to creep yourself out, while you are listening to these songs follow this link to sacredmediacow and click the link to wikimapia to read where an x marks the spot and someone has written ominously “julie die here (pramod)”….lol…wonder if its true?

Sadhu gets buzzed “om” ishtyle

Barso Re… Rain Rain go Away…one last rain dance with Aishwarya.

image from ladygator.com
well as the last trickle of rains falls down in Bombay, we are enjoying the annoying house guests of the season; mosquitos. Some people are coming down with Dengue fever…or “Dengu” as our cook back home likes to call it. I guess too much of a good thing can get a bit pissing off. Having missed out on the Bombay rains for two years I was completely taken in with the sound of the tides of water falling off the window shutters in this lumbering old house of ours. I would sit back and play classical music and get all misty-eyed and write bad poetry. But rain is, I guess, a lot like a favorite house guest. When they first arrive you can’t get enough of them. But after a while their irritating habits start getting to you…with rain…I guess its that contrary to what water should bring to mind…it brings forth tides of filth. Instead of wiping things clean it makes the sewers overflow and when you’re walking in the street your toenails get filled with the grime of mud mixed together in all probability with spit and piss and what have you….In most homes in the city water becomes a scarcity, a rare commodity and a thing to bicker about. So most showers I’ve been taking have been under a very narrow trickle of luke warm water, which just about manages to saturate my hair for long enough so that it gets out the shampoo. In the unlucky parts of the city, it makes it impossible for people living in slums to get clean drinking water and everyone comes down with serious illnesses. The humidity makes people more prone to skin infections and mold grows on all leather and organic materials overnight. Generally everyone comes down with disgusting flu viruses and then passes them around so that every other person is shivering through fever sweats and developing whooping cough. But it should be over soon.

Looking back at the soul-scorching summer heat that inspired some of my former posts on welcome monsoons, I thought I’d put up one last “Rain Dance” song, if for no other reason than just to annoy myself, watching Aishwarya Rai pretend to be an innocent village belle, gyrating her hips on a rural rock and singing “rain rain clouds clouds” with her irritatingly adorable expressions. She kind of reminds me of the “world’s cutest kitten”, Nermal, that Garfield is always trying to do away with…maybe its her great big eyes…or maybe its her fluffy tail…or maybe its that, like Nermal, I’d like to chain her to a scratching post, rub her belly and feed her sewer rats…anyway…here’s “Barso Re” from “Guru”.

Weird Desis and their Guiness World Records

Indians from all over India are obsessed with making the Guinness World Record’s Book. Why is this? The newspapers claim that it is because people from poor communities need something to a) inspire them b) break through otherwise existing heirarchies c) pass the time d) set themselves apart from a billion other Indians. Whatever the reasons are…people are putting a hell of a lot of effort doing fairly uncomfortable things like growing hair and nails out so long that they restrict movement and the capacity to fully participate in certain important acitivites (use your imagination). So here are some of the weird ones.

Shridhar Chillal holds the world record for the longest fingernails on a single hand, measuring 6.15 meters (20 feet 2.25 inches). Chillal’s longest nail is 4.25 feet. He last cut his nails in 1952.He is offering to sell his nails for $200,000.

image and quote from Indianpad.com

Radhakant Bajpai holds a record for growing his ear hair more than five inches long.

image from link

In Ahmedabad, India lives a man who has not cut his moustache for over 22 years.Badamsinh Juwansinh Gurjar had his moustache measured at 12 1/2 feet in 2004 giving him the honor of having the world’s longest moustache.

image and quote from link

Guinness Rishi – yes, his name is Guinness; more on that later – submitted the ketchup record after downing a bottle in 39 seconds. Rishi said he breaks records – his business card lists 19 feats – to distinguish himself in one of the world’s biggest crowds.
No one captures Guinness mania better. Rishi changed his first name from Har Parkash to Guinness after earning a record for being part of a team that kept a motor scooter in motion for 1,001 hours. He says he’s broken more than a dozen records, but the Guinness company has not yet accepted any others. ”Persons who have no money wish to do something in their lives, so the poor people try to break records by their strength or their will,” said Rishi, a 66-year-old partner in an auto parts factory. His crowded bookshelves are filled exclusively with record books from years past. He also hires himself out as a consultant to would-be record breakers.

image and quote from sify.com

Punjabi Rapper BOHEMIA does MERA JUTA HAI JAPANI

I love how Desi music and film is messing around with all the classic vintage material from the Indian mediascape. Bohemia is a Punjabi-American rapper who has worked with Snoop Dogg and is coming out with a new album called ‘Pesa Nasha Pyar’ that is being produced by Bally Sagoo.

Here’s a bit of background on our punjab da putar, Bohemia from ISHQ records:

After immigrating to the West over ten years ago, Bohemia came to realize that the South Asian experience in America wasn’t all nice cars and palm trees. On the contrary, he found himself living amongst murderers and drug dealers.Through his experiences, come raw, hard-edged raps depicting not just California street life, but a life many South Asians lead in America. His lyrics are in Punjabi, while many of the hooks are in English. Placed over hip-hop beats, Bohemia makes it seem as though Punjabi was made to be rapped rather than merely spoken.Bohemia looks up to artists such as Jagjeet Singh and the late Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan. His music has created a big impact on the streets of America and he has a large underground following and is widely recognized as the pioneer of Desi Hip Hop.

Image and quote from ISHQ records

Shah Rukh Khan:Yummy Orange Beef Cake

When most men go through a mid life crises, they buy a new car, change jobs, get hair transplants. But King Khan? He really outdoes himself. You gotta admit he’s really made the effort to buff up for his new role in Om Shanti Om. I guess he was tired of being compared to the beef-cake likes of John Abraham and Hritik Roshan. Usually when guys hit mid life they start buttoning up their shirts and opting for “character roles” but our Khan- never- he’s taking it off and apparently going the distance to appear a bigger Alpha male than he ever has before. He looks like a freaking Roman gladiator. Anyway, doubtless he’s doing this for the fans but I’m sure his wife is getting a kick out of it. It must be like sleeping next to a large golden glazed slice of ham- If I were her I’d be entertained for hours just bouncing ruppee coins on of his hard orange ass…oh and have you noticed how Indians aren’t brown anymore? They’re orange. Its like suddenly its been discovered that along with the invasions of Ghengis Khan and Alexander the Great, there was a fierce battalion of Oompa Loompas who spread their marmalade skin pigment into Desi DNA which is just only beginning to surface. Anyway no matter…even if he looks like he’s been pickled in marmalade he looks a tasty treat…

images from razyboard

I leave you with the immortal words of “Right said Fred”……..”I’m too sexy for my shirt” lol.

Guju Rappers get all Sentimental and stuff…awwww

One of my best friends is a Guju so I’m allowed to make fun of Gujarati sentimentalism. Cho chweeeeeeeeeeet!!! Trust Gujaratis to turn a rap song into a “Kyunki Saas bhi kabhi Bahu Thi” video melodrama about family loyalty, money, and the evil west with its beckoning hot-tub orgies. (this has English subtitles and the refrain is in English)