Pot Pourri

The day started really really early, but very very well, thanks to Bhajan, Gambhir and Uthappa. Times of India managed to crack me up after the game with a headline that read 'India crush Aussies to maintain supremacy' or something to that effect. Yuvraj made 2 lakhs for three dives and two heaves. Rohit Sharma still didn't get to bat in front of his home crowd and the God Joginder Sharma, actually offered his fanatical followers (like yours truly) a little smile and provided teammates with insightful analysis of the game, mainly through hand gestures. Uthappa kissed the Aussies goodbye on live TV with a wink and smile, before Gambhir played an innings reminiscent of the Ganguly of the 20th century - the flamboyant timing and the consistent effective negating of spin. What's with Bangalore folks and their infatuation for Ponting's cheeks (remember the 'gentle'man at a recent charity auction) Shahrukh Khan was there, obviously neutral, since he didn't want to upset his Aussie fans who may have shed a tear or two while watching Kal Ho Na Ho. Oh wait, that was set in New York City, but who cares, all white people look the same anyway.

I had been converted from an Atheist to a Mithunist a while back by GreatBong, but today I actually got a darshan of Prabhuji in all his glory in the cinematic classic 'Gunda'. Thanks to a great rishi I met yesterday, who showed me this path of righteousness of the Lord. Needless to say I went into a fit and maybe, just for two hours, but I think I felt God inside my head (and don't believe people who say it's like an orgasm. It's a much more satisfying experience, I can assure you). He wrote white trousers and gyrated his hips like Basanti's Mausi's chakki. This extreme religious experience was preceded by some kirtan by that other great (aesthetically speaking, Sith) Lord - BapiDa. The W and I decided to convert some of our neighbors and provide some clarity into their mundane religious lives as we rolled the windows down of the Blue Lady to the beats of such classics as 'Gunmaster G9', 'Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy Aja Aja Aja', 'Rambha Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho', 'Everybody Dance with Mama' and of course our anthem - the evergreen 'I am a Disco Dancer'. Most notable conversions were those of a couple (the guy needed support from his better half as he almost slipped down the stairs they were climbing) and a young kid and his mom (we like to catch them young). We did receive a little infidelity from the mom's gaze, but who can deny the power of the kirtan?

Watched Wes Anderson's 'Darjeeling Limited' in the evening. My only background information on the guy was that he had made 'The Royal Tenenbaums', which I thought was one of those weird, but good comedies. Needless to say, I was surprised to hear Satyajit Ray's music playing in the background pretty soon after the start. I was also surprised by Owen Wilson's receding blond hairline, but that's a totally whole different story. And it wasn't just one tune, there were many from the melodious collection of his movies, and the ode to the great man was confirmed in the last scene when Anderson placed a portrait of Ray in a train called the 'Bengal Legacy' amid signs of the Royal Bengal Tiger (no, not Dada, the actual Tiger). This was a huge compliment since the Darjeeling Limited (their previous train) had a portrait of the Mahatma (who I think was a dude, in any case, he is probably India's most recognizable face internationally). Also, reminiscent were numerable train scenes from 'Sonar Kella'. This movie is unique since it is a road movie, and yet it is not. Anderson presents the very concept he actually pokes fun at. It is almost as if he is trying to prove the old age adage of 'It's the journey that matters and not the destination' very literally in a very unorthodox way. Irrfan Khan is wasted in the movie though, apart from a random Hindi abuse.

PS: People buy new clothes for Pujo, but coincidence sprung a fast one on me as I found myself buying some brand new underwear in Wal-mart today. Anyway, Shubho Bijoya dear readers.