January 2012
9 posts
Old blood, new blood...?
It was just four days ago, almost at the same time when I was sitting, comfortably in a multi-axle Volvo bus, just finished with about two and a half hour of unintentionally funny screen time. They were showing this movie called Force. Ridiculous scenes (Well, what can one expect off a John Abraham movie?). But that is not this post is about.
Going ahead, we were shown this second movie. Some old-ass stupid movie calledEk Duje Ke Liye. Really lame. But again, even this is not what this post is all about.
What this post is about is the gradation in color and viscosity of blood over the ages of Bollywood. If you have noticed, about a decade ago, Bollywood blood was thick and extremely bright red. Looked like some weirdly made tomato ketchup.Eww.
And in recent movies, it is exactly the opposite. More like old ketchup without any preservatives or thickeners. Not at all viscous and really dark. Again, weird. Although I watch only a limited number of Bollywood movies, never have I seen a movie which has just the right coloration of blood. One freakishly huge flaw in movies. Hope it gets rectified, though. Then (if not the plot, the acting and well, everything else), at least something will be realistic.
Really weird times.
Signing off…
Can't think of anything, dammit!
Just plagiarized this from a facebook page (pretty sure that this was plagiarized from somewhere else earlier). Hilarious!
Prime Minister ManMohan Singh walks into State Bank of India to cash a cheque. As he approaches the cashier he says: ‘Good Morning, Ma’am, could you please cash this cheque for me?’
Cashier: ‘It would be my pleasure, Sir. Could you please show me your ID?’
MM: (utterly shocked) ‘I did not bring my ID with me as I didn’t think there was any need. I am THE ManMohan Singh, THE Prime Minister of India !’
Cashier: ‘Yes Sir, I know who you are, but with all the regulations and monitoring of the banks because of impostors and forgers, etc., I must insist on seeing your ID.’
MM: ‘Just ask anyone here at the Bank who I am and they will tell you. Everybody knows who I am!’
Cashier: ‘I am sorry Mr. Prime Minister, but these are the bank rules and I must follow them strictly.’
MM: ‘I am urging you, please, to cash this cheque. Soniaji has gone to America and Rahulji has, by mistake, taken the keys of the safe with him. I need some extra spending money urgently.’
Cashier: ‘Look Mr. Prime Minister, this is what we can do. Some months back, Baba Ramdev came into the bank without ID. To prove he was Ramdev, he pulled his tummy in so much that it went and touched his back.
With that feat, we knew him to be Baba Ramdev and cashed his cheque
On another occasion, Yuvraj Singh came in without his ID. To prove his identity, he just went out and hit six consecutiv.e sixers.
With that we knew for certain that he was indeed Yuvi himself, and we cashed his cheque.
So, Mr. Prime Minister, what can you do to prove that it is you, and only you, as the Prime Minister of India ?’
MM stood there thinking, thinking and thinking, and finally said: ‘Honestly, my mind is totally blank ~ there is nothing that comes to my mind… I can’t think of a single thing!!!’
Cashier: ‘There you are! That is enough. In what denominations would you like the cash, Mr. Prime Minister?
