Madhuri Zindabad

I missed La Dixit's birthday by a few days, but I still thought it'd be nice to post a few of my favorite dances of hers.

"Dola Re Dola" (Featuring Aishwarya Rai Bachchan...and some creepy dude that has a major staring problem.)



"Aaja Nachle" (This woman just seems to get better with age.)



"Humko Aaj Kal Hai Intezaar" (I love how no matter what culture one is brought up in, the 80's is always recognizable by fashion disaster.)



Kaahe Ched Mohe (featuring the same creepy staring guy in "Dola" and a couple of other creepers a la Jackie Schroff and of course, SRK)


And the list wouldn't be complete without the ever-controversial "Choli Ke Peeche"

Kajra Re, Tera Kare Kare Naina

I'm not sure how I can feel nostalgic about something that I didn't grow up with, but this song does it for me. It makes this gori bahut khushi. :)

Departure

You have no right to be there. You hold no authority over them. Why can’t you see that you’re not welcome? There is power so far beyond your capabilities that even attempting to overshadow it will render you lifeless. Your schemes and falsehoods will only leave you tired and withered as they will not be successful in the end. Departing is advised. Never to return.

Six Letter Update

There has been a lot of change occurring in my life as of late. Usually, merely thinking of those six letters put together is enough to keep me up at night and even make me throw up a little. But I have found myself persisting, and yes, even thriving on my own. As in all things, I must give God the glory. But I'd also like to think that my being surrounded by wonderful people, eating fabulous food and listening to brilliant music has had a lot to do with my successful thrivingness (I'm not in the mood-for once-to use a thesaurus).

I realize that I'm being quite vague, and I'm OK with that for now. So vague I will stay. Plus I realize that things are still settling, thus the change-cycle continueth. But I suppose that if you're just dying to know what shampoo I have switched to or what brand of socks I am now wearing, feel free to inquire within. And also feel free to send prayers my way. That is a constant that I will daily-and nightly-welcome.

Turn It Off

I scraped my knees when I was praying
And found a demon in my safest haven
Seems like it's getting harder to believe in anything
And just to get lost in all my selfish thoughts

I wanna know what it'd be like
To find perfection in my pride
To see nothing in the light

But turn it off
In all my spite
In all my spite
I'll turn it off

And the worst part is
Before it gets any better
We're heading for a cliff
And in the free fall I will realize
I'm better off when I hit the bottom

The tragedy it seems unending
I'm watching everyone I looked up to break and bending
We're taking short cuts and false solutions
Just to come out the hero

Well I can see behind the curtain
The world's cranking, turning, so wrong the way we're working
Towards a goal, that's nonexistent
It's nonexistent, but we just keep believing

And the worst part is
Before it gets any better
We're heading for a cliff
And in the free fall I will realize
I'm better off when I hit the bottom

I wanna know what it'll be like
To find perfection in my pride
To see nothing in the light
But turn it off
In all my spite
In all my spite

I'll turn it off
Just turn it off

Again

Canvas

Is it August 25 yet?

Pigeons Beware: Ye Be Warned

I have now added pigeons to the "animals that I detest" list, which quite saddens me, as I have had an odd fondness of the looked-down-upon "flying rats." But that fondness has now been shattered as one just defecated on me whilst I was parking my scooter at work.

Initially I failed to comprehend what just happened; I heard a splat, felt a warm wetness on random parts of my arms, legs and hands, and started to smell quite possibly one of the worst smelling odors. But as I looked around it was made clear as mud what had taken place. There he was - directly above me, hanging out on a pipe. It's as if he was just waiting for me to pull in. And I swear he had a smirk on his smug, little, beaked face as I cursed him to be the next meal served at the UGM.

Nevertheless, I have had a pleasant morning so far, and I am determined not to let a little poo put a damper on things.
If you'll excuse me, I have the sudden urge to wash my arm for the 92nd time.