Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Excellence Type A

And what of the wiles of excellence,
That appear to need perseverance,
Always focussed, never still,
By which I mean added to the bill.
With certificates on walls as clearance,
And the pomposity, a bloody nuisance.

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Saturday, November 20, 2010

Old Bollywood

My latest pleasant pastime is following the work of the lovely Laxmi Chhaya, a dancer in Bollywood during the 60's and 70's. She has inimitable style, great moves and is a stunner to boot. She was for a time, the next best option to the fantastic Helen along with another looker and dancer Bela Bose. Wonder why these women never made it as heroines though..

From Gumnaam (1965), one of her earliest dances in the movies to a brilliant rock n roll number sung by the godly Mohd Rafi. That shimmering gold dress and some great moves here..


And here is another, this time with Bela Bose from an early Rajesh Khanna film, Baharon ke sapne(1967). Lata and Asha have a crackling time with the mike as Laxmi and Bela dance up a synchronized storm :-) I can't get enough of watching this number..Music by that man, that star RD Burman.



One more, a great Lata number from Raat aur Din(1967). Nargis won a National award for her role in this film as a schizophrenic. Laxmi Chhaya's dancing is so contemporary in this one, a lot of western moves complemented by that very bollywood extra that pumps up the charm.



Thanks to Tommydan1's HQ videos. And memsaabstory.wordpress.com & Madhulika's dustedoff.wordpress.com whose pages I have spent many hours on, reading with delight every turn of phrase and story. Our common Shammi Kapoor love allowed me to serendipitously find them. Thank you!

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Requesting high standards #irony

Creators of mediocre 'art', 
You pop culture tarts, 
I apologize for this jousting-offencing, 
But will you try being self-effacing.. 

#wouldliketheirPopArtBetter #lazywordsforlazythoughts #LordMediocrityUsethHashtagsAgain

Friday, October 01, 2010

Thoughts in loneliness

When the silence screams in my ear,
I tap it gently & put it to sleep.
Other times, when I begin to speak to my angry dear,
I know that silence is mine to keep.
Now you know why the poet's alone,
This isn't poetry, but its maladjusted clone.

The End

Yay! Where it says 'The End', I have, for a brief moment, succeeded in creating an impression of gravitas. Next...gravity.

"Gravity, impression of"
1. Take heavy boulder
2. Drop it on soft mud
3. Lift boulder without disturbing mud too much (especially no loud calls to attention, like "What ho, What ho Mud old fellow...care for a spot of tea then? There, let me dust you off a little")
4. Observe impression that gravity made on mud.
Ok thank you. And really, just what you've waited for all these years.
The End.
er...ok ok. I'm going.
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