The Short Story

Once upon a time there lived two sisters, Rani Puri and Pani Puri. Rani Puri was non-veg. She ate Pani Puri.

Vermaji, this is why I blog

In a wittily constructed aside, the very articulate Vermaji takes off on the equally expressive Vir Sanghviji for declaring a marked inclination for the Beatles over the Stones. Now, pray, why should that be so hard to stomach?

The Beatles, in my not-so-humble opinion, created better melodies than the Stones. And if, God forbid, it came down to who I'd prefer for company on a Desert Island, I, too, would plump for them. Does this make me a counfounding antithesis of the person who writes with great skill about olives or other fine things in life? I hope not. I suspect there are more than a few fine food critics who'd prefer the Beatles and olives to the Stones.

The way I see it, it's a simple matter of taste. And not the lack of good taste, as Vermaji tries to make it out to be. All this in no way justifies my blogging on about it for an audience of one. That said, I find it very hard not to stand up for the Beatles. (Much like Vermaji for the Stones.)

Tube light: Oh, hang on a minute. I get it. The whole thing is not much more than an engaging artifice for a few more pageviews. As you can see, these age-old face-offs are a great tactic to get people going. (Link: Vermaji vs. Sanghviji)

What if Lever played Borg

Actually, he did. And how.

The goals are great

But it's the commentary that really takes the cake.

Forget Paris

Even when people want to forget her, they can't. Check out this non-news story that refuses to stop making the news.

Can't Jackie?

Practice.

The Sopranos in 7 minutes

Baggio v/s Baggio

No, not that missed penalty against Brazil. This is something else from the man who was something else.

The BINV Syndrome

Yesterday, somebody I work with walked up to me and asked whether I had heard of Anand Jon? (In case you haven't, he is the LA fashion designer charged with multiple counts of rape and other sexual offences.) The funny thing is not that he asked me about Anand Jon but that he seemed almost proud to have studied with someone who was now in the news, for all the wrong reasons. I suppose you can call it the Being In The News Vicariously (BINV) Syndrome. Which also explains why so many people love to send links to websites like India Uncut. (So that they too can enjoy their few links of fame, silly.) Full disclosure: I, too, bombard Vermaji with my links. Unfortunately, the much admired gent doesn't find them interesting enough to showcase on his Übersite. Sniff.

Links: Anand Jon, Vermaji

A Mango is better than Pratibha Patil

Since it goes without saying that a Mango will prove to be a more intelligent Presidential candidate than the fruitcake that is Mahima Chaudhury, I won't say it again. Furthermore, a Mango will not have to worry about sartorial inconveniences while getting into a tank or any other military vehicle. For instance, a bicycle. Thus, it has been proven without a doubt that a Mango continues to be the best bet for the President of my great country. All hail the Mango. What mystifies me is why Vermaji chose to switch loyalties and drop the Mango from the top of his list. Though, this post leads me to believe he may be switching loyalties. Back.

What's interesting is

That the most viewed video on this new video upload web site is the one on how to detect infidelity. In fact, six of the top 10 videos viewed have all got to do with relationships. Hmm.

Horseplay

Find out why Brian Blessed never became a jockey. So funny the uploader decided to repeat it.

Ka Chong

Stephen Colbert v/s Tommy Chong

I prefer the Mango

Since Vermaji has chosen to go with a fruit-cake and withdrawn his nomination of the Mango for President of India, it becomes incumbent upon me to take up the cause of this most deserving of fruits. Mostly because I find it a lot easier to have a crush on a Mango than Abdul Kalam. Or for that matter, Mahima.

Reminder from iPhone

The new iPhone commercials from one of the smartest marketers on the planet. In a time when so much advertising strives to be smart, they're not. They're just intelligent. At least, that's what I think. iPhone. My phone.

Martin Amis

“Here is a list of things I have understood.
i. There are only two sorts of things, bad and good.
ii. When he gets the good, a man ought to be glad.
iii. When he gets the bad, a man ought to be sad.
iv. Some of the good are joking, smoking, soaking,
And (if you will permit the expression) poking.
v. In a bad place these are absent, or even banned.
vi. In a good place they are frequent, or ready to hand.
vii. And I want as much of them as I can stand.”

Make money or make sense

I hear what Amit Vermaji is saying about what Amitji is being made to say when he says this. But more often than not a writer has to compromise on what he would ideally like to say to be able to say anything at all. (Something I'm sure an independent like Vermaji is well aware of.) Considering I come from the same industry, I know were Balki is coming from. Make no mistake, the writing in Cheeni Kum is far from great. But by Indian standards, it is a superior film. Ah, Indian standards. Different matter. Different post.

Javed Miandad

Amit Verma in yet another hat-tip to the debonair, dashing Vir Sanghvi and his thoughts suggests that if you want to really insult a badly-behaved townie the worst thing you can call him is a 'villager'. That is so sad. Why give the poor villagers a bad name? In my experience, villagers are a far more compassionate, civilised and generous class than most townies I have come across. Instead, I propose we try and shame the noveau riche by calling them 'Javed Miandad'. Ouch!

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Dollah hu Akbar

Welcome to Dubai.