Hulleye Comes By!

From The New York Times:

An Indian woman in a flowing beaded gown glides through a pond. A mosquito net brushes over her lover. And to insistent drumbeats of the Indian heartland, a dancing phalanx of tunic-clad women twirls. These images appear in the trailer of a forthcoming movie, “Saawariya.” The melodramatic film, whose Hindi title means “beloved,” has an Indian director and cast. Its characters speak Hindi and burst into eight song-and-dance numbers. It is, in other words, vintage Bollywood — but for one thing.

It is brought to you by Hollywood.

The studio behind “Saawariya,” Sony Pictures Entertainment, is the first in a wave of American studios to produce their own kaleidoscopic Bollywood musicals. The American studios are keen to make money in India, but in a nation where $19 of every $20 spent at the box office goes to indigenous films, the studios are deciding to join Bollywood, not conquer it with their American-made fare.

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in light of teeth maestro tagging me, here i am with a simple statement for 14th of august this year. this is the state of affairs. this is what needs to be done to fix things and make merry. people are unhappy and unrestful. change is inevitable. i wish everyone a wonderful independence day. may the unspoken voices of the silent majority speak out and really show the government what they are capable of.

an amusing poem. if anyone knows the author of this poem, please let me know and i’ll credit it accordingly. clickety to make bigger.

here’s a translation as per zaed maqbool.

Uncle, lose the uniform, why don’t you?
Take your pension and leave, why don’t you?

Be a man for once, why don’t you?
Stick to your word, why don’t you?

Your time is at an end,
There’s no choice but to say goodbye
Haven’t you gobbled up enough already?
Broken the constitution with your own two hands
Go home with some dignity, why don’t you?
Uncle, lose the uniform, why don’t you?
Take your pension and leave, why don’t you?

Such high aims you have
To bring European culture right here
Our daughters and sisters run down the street
Running down the street in shorts
Drown yourself to a shameful death, why don’t you?
Uncle, lose the uniform, why don’t you?
Take your pension and leave, why don’t you?

You’re always running off to Washington,
Running off to butter up Bush,
Falling to his feet and groveling
And turning around and threatening the weak
Fight the real oppressor, why don’t you?
Uncle, lose the uniform, why don’t you?
Take your pension and leave, why don’t you?

Evil laid the chess board out
Found their pawn and made a move
You earned the brotherhood defeat
Stood fast by your friend, the Enemy
Be ashamed at your crime, why don’t you?
Uncle, lose the uniform, why don’t you?
Take your pension and leave, why don’t you?

Struck down and wounded your own people
Cut them up just like a butcher
Evil seems to egg you on
While all of Kashmir curses you
Show your power there, why don’t you?
Uncle, lose the uniform, why don’t you?
Take your pension and leave, why don’t you?

You kept murderers close to your heart
What did you get for all this oppression?
For spilling the blood of the Afghans?
For embarrassing Muslims everywhere?
Repent at what you’ve done, why don’t you?
Uncle, lose the uniform, why don’t you?
Take your pension and leave, why don’t you?

Open your eyes and see
America’s heartless terrorism
Killing people like insects
But honor does not fear power
So show some honor, why don’t you?
Uncle, lose the uniform, why don’t you?
Take your pension and leave, why don’t you?

Thieves and robbers of this nation
They’re all your friends, their bellies full
They run around with impunity
Going around raiding Mosques
Go right off to hell, why don’t you?
Uncle, lose the uniform, why don’t you?
Take your pension and leave, why don’t you?

i suppose i should explain my absence lately. it’s been a busy summer. let’s see, i last posted june 26th. that was about a month and a half ago. hmm…

well a lot of things been happening in the personal life. been trying to make the most of the summer. got me a new job. hanging out at sauble beach, playing my wii, spending time with the family that’s been hopping in and out of town, attempting to go camping, road trips to the states, a whole whack of weddings to attend, and a whole bunch of exciting new stuff that’s about to happen in my life.

also i’ve started creating a giant family database using open source software GRAMPS, and it’s been a very fun and rewarding project to be working with. if any of you are interested in your family history you should consider using it.

but primarily, i haven’t really had time to keep up with my feeds so i really didn’t feel it was worth giving you guys stale posts.

hopefully things will come back to normal fairly soon. thanks to all who regularly visited.

also since dave asked, and since the plastic poet has agreed, i’ll also be working on a giant FAQ page for moving users from windows to open source and document any responses to any questions you may have.