Things That Bang

Apart from the legal protection one garners from being married are there other reasons why one should get married? Society especially the conservative Desi communities demand we bind ourselves in sacred ties forever. Forever! I understood the meaning of the term when I stood holding the Jaimala at the stage.

I saw people on the either sides looking at Aaman and me. On his end the guys were trying to hold him high up so I

couldn’t put the garland on him and everyone laughed. Everyone but me, I smiled but my hands tightened over the garland made with carnations.

I wanted to run away. This was it. Forever. Marriage. The binding that nothing could unravel. I knew I was the

forever type of gal and that scared me.
I tried to move forward. They couldn’t hold him high up for too long. He smiled and leaned down making it easy for me. I moved forward and put the garland on him.

We went and got married.

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Madonna is still a hottie and Justin Timberlake scrumptious. The song grew on me.

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I tried my best not to read about the earthquake that happened in Sichuan Province in China. I still want to act like a pigeon in face of danger, I want to close my eyes to the grim reality that there are large number of parents burying or cremating their young children.

This is the worst fear of all parents. M.F. Hussain had once said that - Picking up his dead child's body from the gutters was the worst thing that ever happened to him. After that nothing much mattered to him.

In China where the one child policy is enforced hundreds of families are wiped out and many couples are too old to try and have children again.

The article in NY Times was heartrending and a grim reminder that we all lead very fragile lives.

Related Article:China Quake Toll To Top 50,000

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Listening to music and wondering about assumptions destroyed. Take for example the song I'm currently listening to - Gueru- happens to be one of my evergreen favorites and heard it blaring from a dilapidated speeding tempo. My mouth hung open - Guero?! Tempo full of veggies playing Guero?! WTF!!

Waiting at a traffic light seeing a fifty something old dude sitting in a 800 shaking his head to 50 cent. Eh? The world gone loco or me still stuck in India I knew some six years ago.

Friends and family back in Delhi still listening to 80s music and wearing 80s clothes. Blobs and sack clothes with huge belts - save me !! People gone Stephen King mad in Delhi; no longer are they chic; Madonna pointy bras and peddle pushers!! blah

Gimme Doors and Nirvana and nothing else from the past. No Abba, no Carpenters, fuck Boney M and for god sakes no frikkin Broken Wings!! i assumed they were hip- yeah more like nostalgic hipsters!!

Play Brian Adams and I will go on a elephantine rampage!! Thats one assumption I am right about- Indians love Brian Adams- enough reason for me to be fucking ashamed of my Desiness.

Bad grammar, good music and here is another assumption I break I aint always coherent;)

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An Indian blog that gets about 1288 comments belongs to a fellow called Aamir Khan and the latest post is about a dog named Shahrukh! Before you jump the gun- the dog isn't Aamir's nor did he get to name the dog.

Now, before you jump to any conclusions let me add that Shahrukh is the name of our dog. And before you jump to any further conclusions let me add that I had nothing to do with naming him. In fact Shahrukh is the dog of the caretakers of our house. When I bought this house it came with the caretakers and their dog! Apparently Shahrukh (the actor) was shooting for a commercial in this house a few years ago, and that very day the caretakers bought a pup…, and named him Shahrukh. What are the chances of me buying a house which comes with a dog called Shahrukh!!! 

Aamir is a precocious fellow and there is supposed to be some kind of uneasy rivalry/acquaintance between Shahrukh Khan and him. In fact, if we are to believe the Bollywood rags, Aamir told his child prodigy Darsheel Safary not to overact like Shahrukh and had the wounded Khan reply 'I thought we were friends'.

It seems this time round, Aamir has ensured that the new gossip came from the horse's mouth. 

There are a number of celebrities, actors and even anchormen who have blogs  maintained by their PR people and treated as sites where their official statements are made:

• I am sorry I showed my coochie (paraphasing Britney Spears)
• I am sorry I have to go to prison, save me from imprisoned she-men (para-phasing Paris Hilton)
• I'm what hot stuff is made of ( Premiere SRK says it all without SRK having to say a word)
• I'm about making a difference and like Huffingtonpost its my name but others write ( para-phrasing Anderson Cooper 360)

The Celeb List goes on, and yet the websites of most celebrities don't give glimpses into their lives except when deeply effected like Paris Hilton (I couldn't help that one). 

Aamir Khan's blog, like Neil Gaiman's, is a novelty since he lays his life somewhat open for others to read and observe. Aamir's blog is his personality and in many ways his life. He is a hardworking man with an impish sense of humor and while the google news is buzzing with words like - Aamir's dog's name is Shahrukh, Aamir is having a ball acting like a cat amongst the pigeons.

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Here is the thing about the much talked about movie - Bhoothnath – Amitabh Bachchan did a great role as the ghost obsessed with his house, Juhi Chawla acted well as the 'much suffering always on the move' wife, Banku was the mischievous imp and Shahrukh Khan overacted as usual, while managing to look suave in his guest appearance but it was watching little tots dressed as hip hoppers and cheerleaders or little Fergies in a song that made me shift uneasily in my seat.

Like any other parent, I am used to seeing my little daughter grab my purse, wear my sandals and act like a grown up, but if she happens to gyrate and shake her hips like Mallika Sherawat or shimmy like the cheerleaders nowadays at the IPL cricket matches, I would hang my head in shame as a parent.

But it seems this Bollywood virus is quite contagious amongst the current breed of parents. There are specific dance instructors who hold workshops where tots are taught Bollywood dance steps, wear skanky clothes and perform for the proud parents.

It seemed the audience found more reason to say Aaeeyo when Anthony, the street bum, took a swig of alcohol but no reason to blink seeing little tots do dance steps that screamed sexuality loud and clear. They seemed more offended by drunken behavior.

There is much reason for us to be disturbed if such trends are allowed to take root. We used to find little girls dressed as little Britneys to be horrific but now it’s being promoted in India as well. Where is our censor board? Where are the women organizations screaming morality and claiming this is against Indian values this time around? Is no one going to protest that we are taking away their childhoods too soon? Are we to have desi ‘Miss Little Sunshines’ soon?

For Christ sakes - eight year olds wearing torn leggings, skanky tube tops and minis that barely cover their bottoms is not okay whether in a kids movie or in adult movies.

While leaving the theater, I wondered why otherwise such a sweet movie left such a bitter taste in my mouth. Take that song out and the movie would be a pleasure to take the tots to.

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Sometimes I wonder at the futility of writing. It isn't as if I stand to gain much from maintaining a blog or writing stories for the online world. Tomorrow if I am dead gone my blog too will die a quiet death. No one will pay Go Daddy and Daddy will give the tag line- oops this site does not exist or something along the same lines.

I know along with my body my words too will go up in flames. I'm no Salman Rushdie nor a Stephan King. I just an average woman writing mediocre crap. There is gonna be no one saying - hey what ever happened to whats her name with that swing or some shit like that site?

No one asks after online phantoms, such is the virtual world and it makes me kinda depressed. My value here is nothing and my words carry no weight. Morbid, depressing thoughts with much truth in them. I feel blue when my mind meanders in that direction and there is no feel good answer here but dull acceptance.

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