OMG!

i saw this sign out side a church in byculla.
wanted to take a picture, but it was pouring.

Feeling hot?
Come to church.
It's prayer conditioned.

ha.
who's says men of faith don't rock!

new men on the block

i think i'm getting old. either that or i'm totally losing my sense of aesthetics.

the last two big male filmstars to be launched have left me absolutely cold. this when all the newspapaers assure me that they should have had me panting with desire.

really, why would i go crazy about ranbir kappor. who looks like neetu singh in drag. he's short, his hair falls in his eyes, he has a body that looks well, white and pasty. and no self repecting man, in his first film would wear a beret and prance around. puhleez.

the other man in question is harman baweja. that's right. he looks and sounds like a particularly drab sweetshop in lajpat nagar. the clothes are hideous. i mean black see through vests and tight leather pants went out with the tapori in rangeela. the hair looks like it really needs a wash. i have nothing against punjabi beefcake, but this is cake made in the pressure cooker with ghee.

actually the only saving grace with both these guys is the stubble. it hides most of their face, and reduces the strain on your eyes.

okay. so maybe i'm being harsh, but the point is what happened to good old character, eccentricities, something about the guy that would catch your eye. something that would at least set him apart from all the clones we have.

like...like...like mimoh!!!

rough weather for some

if i was the weatherman. and i worked in MET department in mumbai, i would be ready to fling myself out of the closest window.

we got four days days of incessant rain. every road is wet and flooded. every building is dripping and looking mossy green. every kid can tell the bloody monsoons have hit us. except...yeah, except the above mentioned weatherman.

once again, the monsoon has snuck up on mumbai. the weather guys say they were caught unaware. a rogue cloud that was heading for brazil decided to relieve itself on us. a westerly wind meant for the easterly direction turned renegade and rained on our parade.

for heavens sake, these are huge bloody clouds. they've been sitting on top of the city for days, building themselves up, bit by bit. and what did the weather guys think. " Oh, guess what Cloud-dark-as-thunder is just building up his strength, just resting his tired legs before he heads all the way to brazil."

" and you see those guys, those big-daddy-o-one's, they're just wafting around, pretending to look like monsoon clouds."

Really, where do they get these guys from. What exactly do you need to study to become a MET officer. The ancient study of runes? Astrology for Dummies? The art of getting it wrong every time?

And what about the weatherman's kids. What do they do. Can they insult dad by openly carrying an umbrella just after he's said no chance of rain today. Does his wife snigger when he says, "looks like today will be dry and sunny."

Or does she just run out and pull the clothes off the clothesline?