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I proclaim today as 90s Music Day


And, since I do, and also since I’m working from home today, I thought I’d post some videos here that I used to love when I was growing up, and yes – the thought that I loved some of these songs does embarrass me (a lot!), but then there’s just so much about the 90s that would embarrass almost everyone, that well – here it is, then.

Now, some of these songs I may be embarrassed about, but some others I still quite like. And, I won’t tell you which ones – I know I’ll be judged! 😀

So, the No.1 romantic Hindi movie of the Nineties – Dil, and Mujhe neend na aaye, chain na aaye… from this movie. I really, really wanted that black satin outfit that Madhuri’s wearing in a part of the song, with a red flower behind her ear – and yes, I am (quite!) ashamed of that.

This song, and the next one, from the same movie.

There was something so nice about building a home out of nothing.

“Chhat pyaar ki,

dil ki zameen,

khwaabon ki hain ye deewaarein…” …or something like that.

This song I remember dancing to – a lot!

And, this song from another Aamir-Madhuri movie. And, can I just say that I thought Aamir looked quite cute in his specy-avatar.

And then, this song from another movie from 1990 – Baaghi, with Salman Khan and Nagma. Used to love the red and white striped sweater that he’s wearing in this song.

And, this one from another Salman Khan movie, this time with Revathi.

And this song – I still really like, by the way.

And – the ultimate Salman Khan movie from the 90s – Maine Pyaar Kiya, the movie that created Prem and Suman.

A little bit of film trivia. In Hum Aapke Hain Kaun, the next Rajshri movie with second avatar of “Prem”, there’s a scene during Pooja’s wedding, when Prem gets a crank call, and the girl on the other end says that her name is Suman, with the soundtrack of Maine Pyaar Kiya playing in the background. See, now would you have known that if it wasn’t for this post? 😀

I also liked this next song, which was a copy of this song.

The original antakshari that we all tried to memorise, so that playing antakshari became so much easier. Yes, cheating wasn’t a big deal for us, obviously.

And then, this and this too, from the same movie.

And, then – hold your breath – this next song, from the movie that had the long-haired poet and his long-haired friend, both in love with the same girl.

And, then this song from Vishwatma, and I love the music that this song starts with.

And, how can you have a list of songs from the 90s, without having Govinda in them, so here’s one with him and Divya Bharti.

Oh, and this murder mystery from the Nineties – Khiladi. The frilly frocks, bright colours, coed-colleges, singing and dancing – how much more Nineties can you get? 😀

And, there are so many more of these absolute classic gems, that I find myself ODing on 90s music, and not doing enough work. (I am supposed to be working from home, you remember?)

So, more of these another time. No, no – don’t worry – there are loads more where these came from! 🙂

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So, about six years ago


…I met these two guys – A and M.

It was late afternoon, some time in the middle of a hot Delhi summer. I was at G’s place, who was then slowly becoming best-friend-type material, and this was the second time I was at his house. The other two guys – A and M – were G’s best friends from school. They, apparently, had been told a lot about me – about how I was really nice, and very funny, and how I just “got” stuff that he said, etc. I’d also heard a lot about the two of them.

Apparently, my husband’s love of birthday treats from all and sundry dates back to class 7 or 8 in school. On January 27th that year, he overheard that it was some arbit guy’s birthday – and so, during lunch break, my greedy pig of a husband proceeded to go up to this arbit guy and ask for a “birthday treat”. Of course, that arbit kid was A, and that birthday treat was the “beginning of a beautiful friendship”. (Like in Casablanca)

The first story I heard about M was that he apparently used to sit in his bathroom at home, while he smoked a cigarette and played his guitar. He smoked in the bathroom so his parents wouldn’t find out – even though the bathroom window opened into the driveway, where his Dad would park his car everyday. All I remember thinking about this was – what a very strange story to tell someone about your friends!

So, anyway – I met A & M that day. We sat and talked and drank a very strange brand of Beer. I remember being told details of A’s then romantic interest by all three. I also remember A & M touching one particular wall in the room (many, many times) and insisting that one could feel electric current in said wall. Yes – I touched too. Didn’t feel a thing. (But of course, I always had a strong head for alcohol of all kinds.)

From there, we went to meeting on weekends. I’d go to Connaught Place with the three of them, and they would all sit and play the guitar and sing – outside Wenger’s. I’d sit around, listening. Till, of course, they would start getting requests – from little boys selling chai on the roadside. I remember one particular request – the title song from Dil To Pagal Hai. By then, these guys who played Green Day and Eagles (and even one original composition) had given up on playing in CP.

All of us went for two amazing holidays together too. The first one to Dehradun and Mussoorie, where M joined us midway through the holiday for two days. And the second one to Kanataal, where M didn’t come at all, and A spent the holiday getting sick. They were both fun though!

Eventually, M went to Hyderabad and then Mumbai and became a chef. Err – Sous Chef, actually.

A went to the US of A to study and then stuck on there, and has now bought a house, a car and a set of drums – and if that doesn’t say “settled”, then I don’t know what does. I wish he’d come back though. I really wish he’d sell his house, his car and his drums – and come back to Delhi!

He and I have been through a lot together – on phone calls and all-night chats. Nowadays, of course, he complains that I have no time to talk to him.

M comes and spends a night with us every time he’s in Delhi – and then we all eventually end up calling A, and making him jealous. 🙂

So, here’s an offer – to both of you – come to Delhi together. And the three of you go to C.P. and play your unused guitars again. And take me along. Like a groupie. Oh no no – not a groupie any more. Married to one of the band members. Heh!

And, we’ll all go for a holiday too. Maybe here – it comes highly recommended.

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An Awesome Sunday


…was had this weekend.

The most vella Sunday I have had in a long, loong time.

So, Chandni and The Boy were over. They got their Taboo set. There was lots of beer and Bloody Marys. G has, I must say here, become quite a expert at making Bloody Marys. That is how a good husband should be, I say!

Of course, he would become an even better husband, and so would The Boy, if only both of them would fall in with Chandni’s and my plan! The plan is that they both quit their current jobs and get better-paying ones ASAP (double-paying would be good!). Chandni and I would then stay home and blog – for money!

The quote of the day was by The Boy, who said: “Ah. So you blog, and we slog!”

Amen to that, we say!

P.S.: A lot of food was eaten too. Especially by me. At lunch and dinner. G calls me a hog now. My mother calls me her “darling termite”! The good thing here being that looking at me, you’d never imagine just how much I can eat. 😀 Hah!

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I believe in Frisbeetarianism


(You didn’t get the subject, did you? Read further. You will get it soon enough.)

Chandni has been pestering us here to blog more frequently. She also wants us to put up the childhood photos (like on Broom’s), and to respond to her story of aloo and gobhi.

One, I second Ruhi when she says you shouldn’t have to blog when you have nothing to say.

Two, what with very hectic days at work and a sick husband, we have not had much time to spend here at the blog. (Erm…the “sick husband” refers to G being unwell with suspected appendicitis, and it is not to be taken in any other way.)

So, yes – we haven’t had any time to spend here at the blog. All I have been doing (getting sick of referring to myself in plural) is logging in to Google reader and checking to see if any of my favourite bloggers have had more time than me, and have updated. Was most sad at this. And then, overjoyed at this. (You go, girl!)

Anyhoo, we (here I go again with the plurals) are not going to be responding to the story of aloo and gobhi, since we do not have anything to add that Chandni hasn’t already said. We agree most wholeheartedly. Couldn’t agree more in fact. So, to make up for not adding my two-bit to it, I shall just go ahead and applaud her for putting it so well.

All of you – please to go read the Story of Aloo and Gobhi.

The childhood photographs needs some pictures scanned. We shall be getting around to that soon.

In the meanwhile, here’s something from an e-mail forward I got. We are aware that a lot of you might’ve got the same mail forwarded to you too by your near and dear as well. But, it’s just too funny to not put it up on our blog.

Once again, The Washington Post has published the winning
submissions to its yearly neologism contest, in which readers are
asked to supply alternate meanings for common words.The winners are:1. Coffee (n.), the person upon whom one coughs.

2. Flabbergasted (adj.), appalled over how much weight you have gained.

3. Abdicate (v.), to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.

4. Esplanade (v.), to attempt an explanation while drunk.

5. Willy-nilly (adj.), impotent.

6. Negligent (adj.), describes a condition in which you
absentmindedly answer the door in your nightgown.

7. Lymph (v.), to walk with a lisp.

8. Gargoyle (n.), olive-flavored mouthwash.

9. Flatulence (n.) emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are
run over by a steamroller.

10. Balderdash (n.), a rapidly receding hairline.

11. Testicle (n.), a humorous question on an exam.

12. Rectitude (n.), the formal, dignified bearing adopted by
proctologists.

13. Pokemon (n), a Rastafarian proctologist.

14. Oyster (n.), a person who sprinkles his conversation with
Yiddishisms.

15. Frisbeetarianism (n.), (back by popular demand): The belief
that, when you die, your Soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck
there.

16. Circumvent (n.), an opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by
Jewish men.

The Washington Post’s Style Invitational also asked readers to take
any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or
changing one letter, and supply a new definition..

Here are this year’s winners:

1. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops
bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately,
shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

2. Foreploy (n): Any misrepresentation about yourself for the
purpose of getting laid.

3. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the
subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.

4.. Giraffiti (n): Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

5. Sarchasm (n): The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and
the person who doesn’t get it.

6. Inoculatte (v): To take coffee intravenously when you are running

late.

7. Hipatitis (n): Terminal coolness.

8. Osteopornosis (n): A degenerate disease. (This one got extra
credit.)

9. Karmageddon (n): it’s like, when everybody is sending off all
these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes
and it’s like, a serious bummer.

10 Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day
consuming only things that are good for you.

11. Glibido (v): All talk and no action.

12. Dopeler effect (n): The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter
when they come at you rapidly.

13. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after
you’ve accidentally walked through a spider web.

14. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into
your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out..

15. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a grub
in the fruit you’re eating.

And the pick of the literature:

16. Ignoranus (n): A person who’s both stupid and an asshole.

Funny, no? Yes?

We shall be using a lot of these words in life and on the blog now.

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The List


Taking a cue from MM, here’s my list:

Shahrukh Khan (yeah – shoot me! But, he is hot! Not in his new alien-like six-pack form though.)

David James Elliot

Richard Gere

Denzel Washington

Milind Soman

Brad Pitt

George Clooney

G’s list:

Eva Mendes

Catherine Zeta-Jones

Angelina Jolie

Michelle Pfeifer

Victoria Silvstedt (Yeah – I didn’t know who she is either. This is her.)

…and he couldn’t think of more. How strange.

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Here’s a lil’ Christmas spirit


If you like cats, there’s this awesomely funny site that I keep visiting for the pictures.

Here’s some Christmas spirit for you from Lolcats

funny pictures

funny pictures

funny pictures

funny pictures

funny pictures

funny pictures

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Optical Illusions – I


A skull…
or a woman in front of a mirror?

One old man…
or two people?

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