Mental notes

It has been a while. No! It has been ages since I last blogged. There are not many reasons but one i.e. Life. It has grown to be more hectic, less interactive, and is running towards something I don't know what it is. Hopefully, it will get clearer with time.

Few mental notes for myself and if anyone else wants to read

1. Delhi is NOT a city of rapists. It probably is a city of rapes. Stay safe!                                       

2. Knowing how to honk does not mean you can drive. But, I failed to make my neighbour understand. He said, "What do you mean do not honk? It is a big fat SUV. When I honk, the road better be clear."

3. Always keep your mobile phone and keep it charged. Nowadays, people don't lend their phones for a quick call even when you offer ten times the potential call charges.

4. Jet Airways is going bankrupt. No drinks served with dinners. You need to request even for a fizz-less diet coke.

Impressions - "Noone killed Jessica"

In a shocking turn of events, record-keepers re-opened their history books, tore the existing pages, and attached a couple of new ones. After watching Raj Kumar Gupta’s, No one killed Jessica, Supreme Court is reconsidering its decision of life imprisonment for Manu Sharma. The justice in-charge accepted that the movie has tarnished his image of Jessica. His sympathy has subsidized to considerable levels after watching the ill-treatment against Manu Sharma in the bar as shown in the movie.

“The guy was literally pleading for some more Alcohol. It was illegal on Jessica’s behalf to serve drinks to her friends and deny everyone else under the roof of law (read BAR CLOSED). If the bar is closed then it must for everyone without any special favors. I agree Manu was misbehaving but the discrimination against him fueled his rage and not anything else. On one hand you flood Margaritas, whiskies, etc to your confidants and on the other, you deny a shot to a civilian. That’s a crime by itself and contempt of court who made such laws,” said Mr. Jethmalani after coming out from the first day last show. He is also planning to sue the pathetic actor for such a poor and pathetic impersonation of the legendary liar oops lawyer.

“It is all Gandhiji’s fault,” Ramalingam, a movie watcher, told us after we asked him so who killed Jessica?

“What?” Yes, we had the same reaction.

“Gandhiji’s theories have always led to disastrous results. First, Pakistan, then Congress, and now Jessica’s murder,’ replied Ramalingam. On asking how so, he refused to explain and hinted that a common-man needs no explanation of a simple logic. Our camera captured a “Godse” tattoo on his back as he left.

“I didn’t know he was innocent. I mean the chap only meant to scare her. Her constant rebuttal instigated him at the first place. According to the movie, Manu wanted to shoot in air. That was a big shocker to me. It all now looks like an accident to me. Poor children,” said Mrs. D’souza who feels confused about the whole incident after watching the movie.

“It was black (Manu) and white (Jessica) for me, but now it is all grey. Portrayal of Jessica’s character is slightly shady. I wonder if it was meant for the masala in the movie or if it was for real,” said Lavyna, a Delhi University college student, after watching the movie. She has been suffering a mental breakdown since she saw the movie. The villain and hero in her canvas seem to exchange places. Should we call it the power of cinema or the greed of corporate world to reap benefits from anything and everything?

I expected the movie to be a real revelation of the chain of events or to be a message for the viewers to understand the importance of life. However, this piece of c***ma delivers conflicting, twisting, and depressing messages. Undoubtedly, the movie raises questions on Jessica’s image and challenges the detestation against Manu, which is mind boggling (in a bad sense) for me. I feel cheated but I fail to decide by whom? What was the purpose of the movie? Tell me, what shall I assume?

Latest News: WWF has decided to launch a campaign against the film and its crew, some Rani M in particular, for repeatedly using a species' identity and thier name for derogatory purposes. The bitches felt offended after it.

Pamela Patwardhan
Correspondent
Fake News

Who?

It was dark and the roads were empty. Well, what do you expect at 2am? Sheila thought. Usually, her shift used to finish by midnight, and she was in her bed by 1am. However, today it was different. She had to stay back until 1am. The pickup Van left on schedule with the remaining employees. It will drop them home first before returning for Sheila. It will be morning by the time the van returns, Sheila thought and cursed while standing below the company office. The guard was staring at her constantly. She noticed his behavior but decided to ignore it. Her mind was more busy thinking about the late night repeat of Balika Bahu she was going to miss.

She remembered Rohit once gave her a taxi number. She searched through lipsticks, DTC pass, company ID, some cash, hairpin, etc to find that crushed piece of paper in her basket size purse. Finally, she did succeed.

“Hello!” A hoarse and probably drunk voice came from the other side.

“Hi! Is this radio taxi?” She gently asked.

“No, it is your @#!@$.” A reply came. Sheila immediately hung up. Her eyes moistened and anger soared inside her. What is wrong with the world? She cursed the lord. The security guard continued staring at her. She walked toward him. The 40 years old, Ram Prasad became a bit uncomfortable. His eyes were suddenly confused about where to look. Sheila wiped her tears, dialed the same number again, and gave the phone to Ram Prasad. Confused and dazed, he did not know what to do. He took and raised it to his ear.

“It is ringing.” He said to her.

“Good! I want you to scold the recipient for misbehaving with me.” She shouted. Ram was perplexed.

“Are you out of your mind? Why the fuck I should take trouble for you?” He furiously shouted after disconnecting the cellphone.

“Why the fuck you were ogling at me if you don’t even have the balls to take a phone call for me?” She retaliated in equal anger. Ram Prasad felt his manhood challenged. He immediately lunged towards her and slapped her hard. Sheila did not cry but smiled. Her cheek was cherry red.

“Yes, that’s suits you more.” Sheila said and went back to the reception where she earlier stood. After an hour, the company Van came. She never dialed a taxi number after that night. Ram Prasad never looked at her again.

A bad world

This world is not a good place
It saddens me when I feel fine
It questions my unclear mind
This world is leaving me behind

I grew up dreaming day and night
Life was supposed to be a lucky ride
But, the mirage cleared with time
As this world started leaving me behind

My ideas of doing things went sore
I found myself in repetitive chores
What happened to the wild?
Am I being fooled or kept aside?

It should not have been this way
Something must have gone astray
Because I am lonely and staying inside
For what reasons am I being ostracized?

I walked into this bar filled with people
I saw everyone restrained and quiet
In hindsight, I thought about their lives
Everyone seemed in some sort of strife

This world is not a good place
It saddens us when we feel fine
It confuses our unclear mind
This world leaves us behind

Is that so?

Today afternoon, I was having my lunch in Subway with my friend. Yeah, lunch in Subway! The simple reason behind it is our exceptional knowledge of how not to cook. Our frequency of visit to that joint is so high that all three crews (day, noon, and night) know us by name, face, height, and our meals.

Anyway, that is not what I want to write about. In the middle of the food court, young school kids were delivering various performances (singing, dancing, etc). Being their spectator a random thought surfaced in my mind. Now, I am not sure about the contemporary world but when I was a kid (read 10yrs), I was not supposed to dance and sing. The simple reason behind it was my caste. Early morning, I read from Shane Warne’s tweet that an Aussie woman did a boat trip around the world. Aussies are already in the finals for both men & women T20. We are a billion but ironically lacking similar or probably far greater achievements than these.

When our earlier generations existed and caste system was in full form, I am assuming that adherence to caste and its specific domains, was strictly compulsory. Therefore, probably, even when a proprietor’s son had an exceptional voice he could not become a singer because he was not supposed to. The banjaras should sing and dance. The son of a cobbler might have been interested in archery but he ended up stitching the shoes. Similarly, the farmer did not feel education is necessary for his daughter when she might have had a very high IQ.

In the current times, having a decent education and securing a job with guaranteed monthly salary looks more appropriate to parents than any other path. They mold his/her mentality to perceive the world in a similar way. And, they do it so because they were brought up the same way. What to be and what not to be.

Therefore, I wonder if these restrictions and mentalities have restrained us, Indians, from excelling in ever field. Are these the reasons of being a billion but still not being paramount in every domain? Do we beget a grudge inside us because of these reasons? The grudge that all of us father inside. The resentment against society, which we often discourse about but later, let it vaporize. Does it really die or attempts to take you over when you see someone leading that you might have ruled.

My fate

Today is yesterday and will be tomorrow
Another night of agony and a day of sorrow
I see you smiling, sleeping, my newborn child
Will you stay? Or, like others fly away?

My heart wrenches and eyes cry
When you are ashamed of being mine
I don’t understand what wrong did I do
After growing young, why away you flew

I try my best to give them a good life
But they continue to leave me behind
Part by part, I am drowned in blood
When sisters are raped and brothers are cut

I sob in silence as none reckons my pain
My efforts to please and bond end up in vain
Day by day, a part of me goes cold
Seeing my own drift away to dark roads

Confusion, Chaos and Hetereogeneity

Finished watching YMI (Yeh mera India), most of you must be wondering which movie is that? Well it is neither super budget nor contains item song of Rakhi Sawant or larger than life superstars. I wonder if you know but every Indian outside India will be aware of every movie released, even of the Z grade. Is it the power of Internet outside or separation from motherland? Actually it’s none but the loneliness which majority of aliens experience in a foreign country but just cannot accept it and can neither say it to people back home because they will never believe/accept it. America is lonely? Europe is boring? What a loser if I reach there I will become next Obama. And I will do every other no every woman of theirs. Typical response of ours since sixteen or more

A study indicates India will be the only nation in the whole planet/universe to produce 2 billion people that too by 2050. Oh yeah China’s population will start decreasing after reaching 1.4 billion and America will never hit a billion so don’t worry not even slightest of a competition. Just imagine 2 billion Indians in India, what a chaos, and mayhem we are approaching. Accept it or not we aren’t really that attached to each other race, like Russell Peter says everyone thinks ‘Wish I was the only one’ but yet never stopped producing a bunch minimum. Only thing I liked about Gandhi was his statement ‘Videshi chodo aur desi apano’ but people remembered everything except it. Industries/Companies based in India conceals foreign name to sell their stuff and people only buy the shit thinking its foreign ka maal. I mean how many desi famous restaurants, clothes brand, laptops, and appliances making industries or anything specifically catering to Indians we have.

Is it the westernization, terrorism, population imbalance, illiteracy, multi ethnicity or a lack of brains that confuses and prevents each one of us to develop at least a single common, unique in world trait which we can harness and use to tie each of us together so that together we excel and develop? More than a billion we are, not a team for every sport we have. Every parent wants their kid to be only an engineer or doctor. Sex has been haunting us since our evolution and still it does; almost every teenager to college students is worried about it throughout the time when they can really learn and become better than what they are. Bollywood is busy making movies which leave its viewers to frustrate for not having a life like Emran hasmi. Cinema/Television is something which reaches even to the illiterates but f*** who cares about society, all we want is to make money and soaring TRPs. Rakhi Sawant ka Swaymar featured some twelve ‘most eligible’ bachelors of India to win her heart and everyone was watching it (not to mention me too). I don’t know who to blame. Is it us or them? I really wonder if Ekta Kapoor gives a sarcastic smile after telecast of her every show. On a inter-caste marriage, society f***s the shit out of families but when it comes to Ekta’s protagonist sleeping with more than one man, men having illicit affairs we cry, sob on their helpless conditions.

Caste system/Reservations are not yet dead and now “stateism” has begun as well. Men and women still not equal. Religion continues to be a weapon for narrow minded people to achieve their ambitions and fool common man, politicians still charmless, bollywood still missing Oscar, illiteracy withholding people from creativity, sex starvation growing, and industries/employment for, from and to the people still absent. Above all and most importantly, we still continue to stay ugly, unfit, style less, educated yet uncreative and mocking each other’s caste, religion, languages and difference and a BILLION more coming. Are we ready to fight and figure it out or flee?

Time Machine

At times in life, I wish if there is one
In which I can sit and travel through time
See what I did, am doing and should be done
And write my life line by line

I will travel back and live those college days
When I flew without wings, chirped with friends
Gift her chocolates instead of LAYS
Enjoyed without bothering about economic trends

Rush in future and see what happens in 2010
See if the cards I am playing will work or not
Will I be broke or filthy rich by then
Did I fail or scored with every shot?

But then I will have an answer to everything
Killing the mystery, anticipation and associated fun
I guess it’s good if there is no such thing
Else I wouldn’t have written this poem

Net-o-phobia

It sucks! My office space (god knows why) is just not connecting to LAN/WIRELESS and even the so called Iphone’s 3G network coverage has missed it as well. And damn, I am feeling so miserable of what to do, where to go and how to survive. Thought of being internet-less for the whole day was freaking me out.

Living without Gtalk’s ‘tuungg’ sound, YouTube’s videos, Orkut, Facebook, Outlook mails, Phulki.com (for Hindi songs), and ofcourse Google amidst work generated so much agitation, I almost knocked down colleague’s laptop from her table. Hell yeah! I wanted that functioning LAN cord to calm my nerves. And it feels so good now; blogspot.com in black, ‘you could be happy’ on YouTube and chat windows of friends which has literally brought me back from the doors of insanity.

Don’t believe me! Try disabling your wireless, unplug your LAN cables and switch off your smart phones. If you still survive, something is wrong with you.

My first crime

On a wintry and foggy Delhi day, got up at 7am to tape her mouth and wrap in ropes. ‘You should not do it son.’ Helpless father of mine, pleaded but a monster was inside me, of practicality, of needs and desires. Without switching on the fog lights or any other lights, sneaked out my Maruti 800 from garage to park it, kissing my main door. ‘Son please, think once again, after all….’ Before he could continue, I banged car doors, loud enough to scare away the garland boy on cycle. ‘He deserves hell’, he must have said on seeing me ruthlessly stuffing her on the backseat. Minutes later, I was on the Delhi roads where everyone seem to drive, as if they are driving for the last time or if Katrina is on the other side, waiting for them n***d.

A Sakoda honking from behind, Swift took blunt right, rickshaw coming straight and an auto almost touching on left, enjoying ‘tujhe mein rab dikhta hain yaara mein kya karu’ from my car’s stereo, looking at me. My cousin, an accomplice on the left seat trying permutations and combinations of four words, love, kiss, miss and you with you allowed to repeat as many times as it can; to SMS a new SMS to his GF. Inside the auto, sat a few females with laptops disgusted on seeing the harassed sitting behind me. Soon traffic signal one km away turned green, I focused on the road. Finally surviving all the Dhoom’s and Schumacher clan people, I reached the exchange point, parking my car in nearby vicinity among others.

While walking up to the convicts, flashbacks of happy time flashed. She was so young, smoothest surface and sharp features but six years back. Believer of Darwin’s theory I realized, since there is someone slimmer, trendier and beautiful in my life, its time to bid adieu with the ex. But it wasn’t so easy, the first **** movie, weird places we visited and all those promises I made on her, kept clogging my mind. But I was conscienceless just like people in NCRs who treat rape victims like lost election candidates, ‘Ah she also lost, sad’. Apart from being conscienceless I was also driven by gluttony, just like DP who swears to be with you and for you but only to loot you, and degrade you making you bribe them. Isn’t it making a convention? OH A COP, JUST BRIBE HIM.

‘She seems worn out, how much you want.’ The potbelly with more hair in his nose than head, stripping her cover shouted out loud. His subordinates dealing with buyers asking for their preferences ‘local or international, young or old, virgin or secondhand and for how many weeks or forever’. Shamelessly, they striped her naked to examine every asset on and inside. Like inactive and aloof citizens, I watched it all but never uttered a word, not a single word.

‘Bolo Sir, kitna, aap batao? Aapka maal hain?’ Putting his dirty and greased hands over her body, he grinned. But I was a novice in the market.

‘How much you generally take?’ Words dried inside but I somehow asked.

‘Your bitch, you say.’

‘Still’ after haggling for a while, for my old desktop machine a price was decided. I sold my baby, my first machine bought during school to those Nehru Place butchers, who will probably rip it apart and sell its parts just like organs of poor are sold. Clinching Gandhi in hand, I came out of the complex to find my CAR gone.

‘Dude where’s my car?’ I asked a security guard in blue.
‘DP took it.’ He grinned, they also wanted their share.

Oye Lucky! Lucky Oye!

"Tu Raja ki raj dulari, mein sirf langote alla su,
Bhaang ragad kar piya karu, mein Kundi sautte alla su."

With my lips already stretched to their maximum, after listening these lines while the contessa swooped in the frame and giggling school girls came out, by god touch ho gaya mein. Itna touch ki I am writing a blog on Oye Lucky! Lucky Oye!

Kicking off with a TV anchor glorifying a thief using words which if ever India became like America, will surely be the most difficult words for Hindi GRE (Biwi ne pucha khaana kaisa bana, mein bola SANSANIKHEJ) already had my mind racing, trying to guess the story. Following scenes of Delhi Police announcing the recovery and Mr. thief relaxing inside the police station among the policemen; asking them for black shirt (black mein smart dikhta hu sirji) reflected the attitude of the main character that even a James Bond can seldom reflect.

The first twenty minutes of the film showing the young lucky; cool as ice, confident like rock and eyes with innocent dreams. Dreams of giving a greeting card, riding a bike/scooter with someone behind (not the auntiji which his dad brought) and dreams of living life kingsize. Equation with his dad, kind of friends and hotel waiter made the boy walk the way which isn't considered well. However, honest reasons behind the illegal activities kinda shifts the support towards the thief.

All Ocean's 11, 12, 13 ,..... ek taraf apna Lucky ek taraf. Sonal, the cute college girl is fantastic in her short cute role however her mummy steals the show, karare karare banane waale lete aana beta. Paresh Rawal, is one of the best actors bollywood has ever got delievering super performances of Dad with Lucky's aunty, GOGI bhai and the greedy doctor;in a way shortage of budget worked well in favor of movie because half the time everyone assumes GOGI is his dad until the doctor Handa and his wife Archana Puran Singh enters with their kid to rope in innocent superchor to use for their pursuits.

The escapes from the law's clasps were not just funny but also exposed the truth of Delhi ki police, be it the bribing or getting washing machine from the thief in the deal of passing him relevant information. Then the waitress being naughty for selling the platinum card, GOGI gifting TVs to MP's son, Handa opening hotel, Cops asking home appliances and brother money to go Hong Kong really shows how we succumb to our desires; and instead of preventing someone from walking the wrong way we encourage them to take a step more just to get what we want from them.

Finally coming to the performances, Abhay Deol is a Deol with difference, Sonal is soni kudi, Paresh Rawal, no words for him, young lucky sardar is the show stopper and DOLLY IS OFCOURSE HOOOOTtt!

Hippie

I want to wander from city to city
Brainwashed, Ignorants, Blindfolded I pity
Forgetting the world, I want to lose my house key
Oh yes I wish to become a Hippie

In the morning get up from someone else's bed
With marijuana inside fears of mine I will shed
Nights will pass away boozing and breaking free
If someday I become a Hippie

I doodle my car, grow my beard
Anywhere anytime I can go or disappear
Stoned me and my dog will play frisbee
Once I become a Hippie

With Variegated clothes and my guitar
I want to become my life's rockstar
On seeing me people will get on their knees
If I ever become a Hippie

Alco(h)ol

Alcohol kills has been fed to my brain through my ears and eyes all through my life by everyone who came before me in this world. Accordingly, I have been condemning people who spend half of their lives figuring out whether the glass in their hand is half empty or half full. It always complicated things, I remember how my super thin friend went up to his ex’s house and punched her new boxer boyfriend and spent his next month entirely on the bed of a local hospital. How can my uncle tip his 6 digit salary to an auto rickshaw driver for a 50Rs trip to a liquor place? High, wasted, drowned, puked such words contracted my eyes but not today. Those who have slept on the road wearing a Lee t-shirt, blue jeans and converse shoes or something similar will understand what I want to convey. For others reading, well mate you are very much missing the purpose of being young.

Yes, I drank for the first time and thanks to this god damn world I won’t be drinking for the last time. I am neither a regular nor an irregular one. But with alcohol taking control over me I am able to realize the godly power the rusted metal color liquid possesses. For the first time, I see people, things, buildings, cars trembling, floundering in front of me while at all other seconds of my life it was the other way around. Eyes almost closed but ajar enough to see the world altogether from a different angle. An angle from where you can be transparent, your inside breaks free from your crooked mind and comes out despite of all your efforts to suppress. Only in two situations one becomes honest a) God/Satan standing in front of you or b) when alcohol goes down your throat.

Irrespective of the black hole you being sucked into if the drops of the stinking ambrosia reach inside your system it momentarily gives you an illusion of the world you wanted to be in fulfilling your last wish in much advance.

Coffee Machine

First few hours of first day went in familiarizing
Expectations of the management were already rising
Boss told he wants results, profits and capital
By Good, bad, ugly or by getting physical

Finally someone asked for a break
Thanks to his wife, even boss accepted to take
Lethargically, I ambulated from here and there
Finally stopped at the coffee machine near the stairs

Espresso, premium, decaf which one, I forgot
How, till when, will I were the only thoughts
My boss came, pressed buttons and gave me a smirk
He said to get paid like the machine I should work

I stood, thinking gazed at the machine
Should I become a pet in his regime?
Suddenly someone transferred it to a take away truck

On the wall behind it was written, run away or get fucked

Reality TV - Part I (Roadies)

Now, since the IPL concluded, poor remote control is going to be in lot of pain again. The idiot box kept in my room has nothing sensible to offer now. Browsing through channels, even a blind man can recognize that there is absolute homogeneity of nonsense being broadcasted on each and every channel. Topping the list is the so called Reality TV. Salute to channels and directors of such series who have fooled Indian crowd like anything. Is the Indian crowd really so dumb or the dumbest in the world?

MTV Roadies 5.0, about which the ‘youngistan’ is so mad, is one extremely made up and fakest show ever possible on this earth. If I hurt your roadie emotions then please don't read further else you might loose control and end up in jail after shooting me out of rage.

Firstly, the aired interviews were fabricated with comical situations and nonsense answers from the contestants later humiliated by interviewers for the same just to create hype about the season. That too because we (the young generation) go gaga when someone's ass get kicked by the baldhead Raghu. Though, there is some sense in the guy for sure because he satirically and very nicely mocks our young generation and the hedonism associated with us. I mean how come when the question was "What do you want to do in your life?" Everybody in different cities at different time answered the same that they want to become something which they don't know. Were they coincidences?

Secondly, during certain vote out sessions, Ranvijay used to warn that if you do this, that will happen, a tie will happen etc. Slapping Probability in its face exactly same thing used to happen. Remember during Snehashish's elimination, the mastermind Raghu was already there, ridiculing Snehashish. Why? Simply because Snehashish's departure was pre-decided humiliating Probability and Random processes again on prime time television. But that was not enough, when the voted out dumb blokes and girls came back to challenge the remaining ones (Anmol v/s Prab, Sneha v/s Ashu etc), if you might have looked slightly taking your eyes away from Anmol's figure or Shambahvi's low neck, you must have seen that the tasks were clearly advantageous to the candidates who later won. Not even after seven lives, corpulent Snehashish with absurd faux passé hairstyle can hang from the water pipe for longer duration than relatively slimmer Ashutosh. Same holds for Shambhavi v/s Ankita (She and her protruding lips worst ever onscreen) or for Prabjhot v/s Anmol (Attitude - 8.5/10, Aptitude - 2/10 but I liked Anmol, too bad she have a bf).

Coming to Shambhavi, she literally gave away everything, sacrificed her dignity, bitched, sleazy acts (atleast verbally) justifying them as her strategy. Poor and obtusest girl don't know that it was MTV's strategy [;)]. Ayaz, irritating lad from Calcutta was shown the door because he was not medically fit after the accident. To conceal this change in the script, a vote out session was thrown out. Even a roulette table looked so predictable on the show.

Lastly, the finale was most comical, so called last challenges for clinching the over rated roadie trophy were getting naked, going bald, getting pierced and slapped (!!!), not the contestants but their forced team members which readily agreed under the Roadie tag. What a cliché? The only best part was Shambhavi getting one tight slap (MTV style) by Ashutosh. Why because she called him a brother and still flirted properly with everyone except brother’s friend Nihal, perfect Bollywood situation. Infact, the roadies except the finalists were made to do sillier and less adventurous tasks simply because they were brought to KL, Malaysia by MTV. But, Ranvijay credited Nihal’s and Ashu's fabulous PR skills. Do they really have any? The emotional session which was stuffed between the melodrama due to Sony Ericsson and Airtel definitely deserved accolades for catering the sponsors.

But every limit of melodrama was finally breached when Sonel (lol lol lol) decided the winner of MTV Roadies 5.0, the game goes international. However just after her vote out, she said she would have voted out Ashutosh if she had the immunity then why on earth she screwed Nihal with such a broad smile on her face? It was just because the winner was predetermined from the start and then like a sliced pizza the melodrama was served episode by episode on your television. Infact, the tie in the last show was absolutely certain then what was the point of having the tasks? C'mon just to get Shambhavi slapped [;)], simple. My ten dollars on Ashutosh being MTV’s unit person too!

Finally coming to the roadie’s spirit, just recite words like F***, D***, beep, beep, beep etc and their Hindi translations like nursery rhymes and BAM! You are a Roadie. Yeah, yeah yeah F*** you I am a roadie. Now on finding young generation so faltoo & vella, MTV have started roadie awards and something on Orkut is coming up as well. Join it because it is your life screw it up the way you want but don’t criticize females of your house for hooking upon saas-bahu because enjoying the plotting and bitching of roadies you are no different. I used to love MTV but now less music and more Ekta Kapoor it is becoming in a subtle way. Splitsvilla is another degrading stuff coming up. Reality TV! ENJOY!