Extremists! Nothing but a bunch of misguided fundamentalists, who lack fundamentals, itself! People who need to take a step behind, backtrack and realize that each day, they are taking our world closer to oblivion, and lowering the collective global conscience curve. We're metres away from damnation, and its soulless religious mavericks, like them, who are assuring us front row seats to the show. What shocks me is how pointless it all is? What price independence .. or freedom ... or communal superiority, when international secularism itself has been interred without a dignified tombstone, even.

Aight, by public demand, a cleaner, unplugged version of Deewana, here.

I'm too busy trying to figure out if Manhattan will be achievable on Monday morning, with all the burritos and muchachos on strike. Damn - guess this means no delivery boys. Gotta step OUT for lunch. Life sucks.

This is the ONLY thing on me wishlist. The Strke/AP rendition of the song DEFINES my college years, when I discovered Claude Challe's godliness. These downtempo lounge dubs are PHENOMENAL. Check out the samples, get hooked ... and don't just call her, STALK her ;-) (what a lame ass teen movie line, N)

Bono at last year's commencement at Penn. What a speech!

I get the moving through a crowd and interrupting a loud cellphone talker part, but why say "Excuse me" when you request someone's attention at a store? Isn't that their job, to give you their attention and earn a commission? Why "excuse" yourself - is it such a heinous sin, to get them out of their daydreaming and nail-filing to help you buy your merchandise? Hmph. The kind of parameters we set for ourselves, and expect to follow them, all the live long life. Part of us are too pre-occupied to question it, and most of us are too lazy to modify it.

Funny enough was my colleague, Debashish, from India, who made the glorified mistake of asking a "person of African descent" for directions in SoHo. So, while Denzel keeps ending every statement with "knowhatimsayin", young Debashish keeps clarifying "yes, I do know what you are saying, sir" - to the extent that Jamal goes "You making funna me, n****?".

Bengal's son Debashish is a little too dark for you to notice his black eye.

Make Music, Not War. Turning rifles into guitars - pure genius!

Yes, I know. I've been out of circuit, out of commission - whatchamaycallit. But in the words of an inane governor, I'll be Bach!

http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/Movies/04/23/cruise.holmes.reut/index.html

Get outta here!!

My muse - Elisha Cuthbert ..... My song - Deewana

You know the drill - rough track, 4 AM recording. But 'catchy tune' is something i'm getting ever so often, so do check it out.

Ek Pal Ke Liye - Ankahee (listen to the Sonu Nigam version, all the others are trash)

You can literally see the influences on Pritam's music staring out at you...

The line "Ek Pal Ke Liye" ... the verse of O Haseena Zulfon Waali ("Garm hain, shaukh hain, yeh nigaahein meri")

The line "Phir kya ho kya khabar" all the way till "Phir ho na jaaye seher" .... "Lafzon mein keh na sakun" by Abhijeet Sawant

Pritam, aan milo?

They're taking the subway fares up AGAIN? Man!

The MTA is seriously a reverse ATM -> it just keeps taking money away from you, people!

PFlirt: see you have these 3 personalities
PFlirt: i have detected
PFlirt: there is the Working Vish
PFlirt: the 9-5er, he wishes, who is like a regular working future ceo, killing himself and slaving and giving a f***
PFlirt: then there is the Weekend Vish
PFlirt: who is the opposite of Working Vish
PFlirt: see above line and put not behind all the words
PFlirt: then there is the what should I call him Vish
PFlirt: the Chilled Vish
PFlirt: the guy that is all knowing, the guy that is able to take you anywhere in NJ or NYC and even to places that don't exist and the guy that can write a song based on a sentence, the guy that can make you laugh and the guy that is basically the S***
PFlirt: so what's the difference between weekend vish and chilled vish you ask

PFlirt: about 8 drinks
PFlirt: basically, weekend vish was chilled vish until he takes the bus into NYC

wow ....... what more can I say ..... we are in the company of genius, people .....

Hazy weekend, and I don't imply the weather. Saw "Thank You for Smoking" at a party in Manhattan (yes, one of those shady "Phyve Dollah Phyve Dollah" DVDs from the subway), and I've gotta admit - that's quite an interesting sarcomedy there. It had its inspired moments, with the hard-hitting subtitles at key moments, but there was lack of uniformity in that segment - i.e. there shouldve been more of those. Otherwise - the political incorrectness. Forced at times, pleasing at some. All in all - worth a watch, and im glad this movie is out of the "select theatres" category, and has been upgraded to "a theatre near you" ;-)

The Best Ad for a Law firm, specializing in divorces and separations! Pure Genius. Courtesy of one of the best patient flirts I know.

"Is true love a trip to Chinatown
Or being held in one's opium gaze
Under the peach trees
There I'll sit and wait

Is true love a long walk through Bryant park
Or being held in the month of May
under the peach trees
There I will be, will be until you come and get me

Cause I'm so tired of waiting in restaurants
reading the critics and comics alone
With a waiter with a face made for currency
Like a coin in ancient Rome"

- Peach Trees, Rufus Wainright

Rufus seriously had a love affair with the city of New York. However, the "waiter with a face made for currency" line still rings in my ears - key descriptive ability. Kinda takes the foci away from the central element, but then Peach Trees was always a mysterious track. A song from the soundtrack of the movie, Prime - which has a really really awesome make-out scene between Uma Thurman and Bryan Greenberg. Very heartfelt.

And of course, the line of the weekend - Nicole recounted the oft-remembered, oft-forgotten line from The Bachelor, "Its amazing to be with someone who looks at you when you're old, and sees what you think you look like". Ah, so well put. I'll have what that writer was drinking when he wrote that.

Peace.

so what would you rather be - a tease or a whore? maybe you'd like to be a hybrid variety ... like a twore or a whease. but i know certain people who are quite content being patient flirts, or pflirts.

if you didn't understand any of this, join the Society to Ban Delirious Blogging Between the Hours of 5 and 6 AM (I would abbreviate that, but I'm not THAT retarded - emphasis on THAT).

'Fasana' was born last week. Rough trial available here.

Props to M for some wicked guitarwork. You rule!

Thievery Corporation RULEZ!!!!! Buy or Sample their CD NOW!

The Jews have Jon Stewart. African-Americans have Dave Chapelle. C'mon people, even the Mehicans have Carlos Mencia. Isn't it time a desi comedian got a stand-up act on ComCen? Oye Russell. Somebody's gotta get a show real bad!

Today was officially the first beautiful day of Spring for me. Just a gentle breeze, perfect weather. Lou's Cafe on 5th Ave. opened up its outdoor patio. Had a comfortable sit-down date with False Impression, biting on a Caesar Salad and sipping on my Pinot Noir, after work. No, I don't pretend to like Pinot just because of Sideways, I really have respect for that grape.

In other news, FOBs are getting beaten badly by the new immigration laws. Makes me think that FOB should now stand for "F***ed Over by Bush". Peace, people. Have a Good Friday, and a F'Easter.

http://www1.yashrajfilms.com/fanaa/fanaa_teaser.htm

Fanaa ... Aamir .... Kajol ....

In order to describe Kajol in her comeback vehicle, I'd like to do a Janice .... ahem ... OH ... MY ... GOD!

I can either be employed or funny ... take your pick ....

work is significantly hazardous to my (non)sense of humor.

new discovery.

Book of the Year: The much-awaited False Impressions by Jeffrey Archer - out now in hardcover for $27.15. Finally! This book has been out in India and Europe for over half a year now, and I find it quite annoying that my friends and family have access to an Archer before me. But as for the book, its written in true Archeristic twist-in-the-tale style, FI is quite a whirlwind, and keeps me totally occupied on the Manhattan bus commute. Oops, correction, its Lord Jeffrey Archer who (according to the book's jacket) spent six years serving in the House of Lords and two serving in Her Majesty's prisons. You've been Served, Archie ;-)