this blogpost might be about shaving. seeing as that may not go down well with most of my target audience(8+), may i suggest you see this?
Anyhoo, I don't like shaving for work every day. It is a waste of time and I don't think the clients give a shit about my appearance. They love my personality though.
Fortunately, the above picture isn't mine. The 80s movies would want us to believe that women would dig the man above. In all his matted chestal glory. :l
Come to think of it, isn't our take on body hair a function of what the media/pimps of information would want us to believe? I mean, people were into fitness back in the day as well (case in point. Govinda doing roof top push ups in Hum), but it is only now that fitness has become the new black. much like chest hair. or lack thereof. Do you see where this is going?
I don't.
Legend has it that Anil Kapoor shaves every 4 hours. This isn't fur. It is a living, breathing ecosystem. An illustrative exchange on the sets of Bulandi:
"Kya Shot Diya Anil Bhai! Full Emotion. Ae Gafoor, Yeh Shave Ka Saamaan Laa Re"
Bulandi reminds me of this
Nothing godawful about it really, but I never got the going to meet the girl bit. Coz the girl was a 53 year old Rekha. Maybe I'm strange to find it disturbing.
Meh.
If you're pressed for time, move to the chorus which starts at around 1.30. I used to bust a pelvic move to this till a few years ago. Why am i telling you all of this?
Talking of Anil Bhai, I used to like this song back in the day.
Awwwleeeee.
The other day I was buying something from a streetside vendor. A 13 year old kid, give or take 2 years.
When I asked him the price of his wares *a one foot stuffed horse*, he goes, "Rs.### Uncle"
Post negotiation, when I finally paid him Rs. *** for the said article *a one foot stuffed horse*, I said "Yeh Le Beta"
Fuck My Life.
4 comments:
haha! if you'd only managed to sneak away with 'almost single' you would know that a street vendor is the most HONEST way of waitasec...i will QUOTE IT...
"The finest and most honest indicator of one's MARKET VALUE(my emphasis), I've discovered is the street urchin or peddler. Here's how it works: you start out being called baby and then the respectful didi; then comes the biggest and most traumatic transition, from didi to the dreaded aunty; and finally, the truly god awful mataji..."
(Pg.11. ALmost Single by Advaita Kala)
hahahahhahaaaa boy...oops... uncle?
ps- anil has the whole awesome fur to snuggle upto in the himalayas charm going for him.
*i likeeeeey in a brown bear way*
*sigh*
interesting blog post though..
made me laugh in the midst of a tragic situation.. ie. the youtube clip of rekha in what can only be called cone-tops!
lifeitellya!
this blog=coolest ever
:)
guess who taught you awwwwle?
also, just noticed anil's back hair.
not so drool-able.. even in
far-removed-from-reality-theory..
anil's loss
i bet he's crying now
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