Picture Perfect
Most of you know of my aspiration to delve into photography, time and instinct permitting, of course. But I draw serious inspiration from the not-so-dabbling and elegantly-named Dabboo Ratnani.
You totally totally HAVE to check out his 2007 calendar on his site. Its one of the most magical pieces of works ever.
In other news, why would you name your kid Dabboo?
Now hear this! You haven't grasped inanity until you've seen My Bollywood Bride. It is beyond mere mortal comprehension as to why 'cute white guy' travels all over India to find his lost love - who, you ask? - Kashmira Shah - and yet, who, you ask? My advice to 'cute white guy'. She's lost, bro. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. And at the hallmark of that inanity, is the opening credit track, *ahem*, "My Freakin' Bollywood". No, I'm serious.
In totally unrelated news, after our 4 AM lamplight vigil, Didi's response to my offer to a stick of gum at 7 AM on our way to work - "I'm too tired to chew" - now that's really tired.
4 comments:
Wow. Anonymous commenting is really easy. But only spineless pussies require to hide behind a facade all the time.
Deleted your crap this time around, not out of anything but to maintain the basic moral quotient of this blog.
Why don't you hang around people of and above your intellectual ability? May I suggest Nickelodeon.com?
Woah, what did anonymous creep say? You sound angwy :(
Kashmira Shah is the best that guy could do? After hunting high and low? Better to throw himself to the Bengal tigers or whatever dangerous sea animals reside in the Indian Ocean.
Why were you up to 4am?
Geez dude. who's the comment from? you can look up IP stats you know?
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