What happens when a congenital hatred of pencil-drawn moustaches, over-the-board theatrics, heroes with too much lipstick, heroines who sound like when you fast-forward a song while playing it and over-sized striped underpants overshadows you very existence? You depend on the absent-minded changing of TV channels by your father to discover gems like this:
I only understand enough Tamil to know that the chorus means something to the effect of "Vishwanathan, unemployed." How awesome is that? What a pity that I didn't know of this very novel idea of dancing for work before going for my job interviews.
The dance reminds me of another awesome number, albeit in Hindi:
Needless to say, Indian awesomeness like this had to be discovered by me in the same way people of my generation suddenly find things like yoga "in": through the Americans!
A friend had sent me a link to this ad some time ago. Frantic searches on Google yielded the name of this spunky number, which promptly got added to my all-time-favs playlist.
God bless America! ;)
I only understand enough Tamil to know that the chorus means something to the effect of "Vishwanathan, unemployed." How awesome is that? What a pity that I didn't know of this very novel idea of dancing for work before going for my job interviews.
The dance reminds me of another awesome number, albeit in Hindi:
Needless to say, Indian awesomeness like this had to be discovered by me in the same way people of my generation suddenly find things like yoga "in": through the Americans!
A friend had sent me a link to this ad some time ago. Frantic searches on Google yielded the name of this spunky number, which promptly got added to my all-time-favs playlist.
God bless America! ;)
when i read, What happens when a congenital hatred of pencil-drawn moustaches, over-the-board theatrics, i thought we were in for a confession. and then this. drat.
ReplyDeleteso no spicy confession? :/
Incorrigible gossip. That's what u are. What did u expect, this is a Song In Head post! :P
Deleteheres a song in my head. its about a black bird. :)
Deletebtw i aint no gossip. i am justpathetic ;P
Oh yes. That too. :P
DeleteI dunno, I'm a patron of the pencil-drawm mustache. I can't believe you don't dig!
ReplyDeleteAh, actually I do like some of them. The straight kind that was used in Hitchcock's era to denote suave gentlemen, I do dig that. :)
DeleteI'm dancing...I'm dancing... and my boss's name aint Vishwananthan either ... "hello, hello.. come on ...come on.. po maane..."
ReplyDeleteI soo wanna do an item number on this one :D
thnx fr this one, Revacious :)
Always happy to get otherwise decent mallus to bust some crazy moves at inappropriate times. ;)
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