Mingle All The Way !
The atmosphere is festive, the Music - loud, the setting - office space and the people - at their unproductive best. I guess it must be Christmas.
That time of the year when just about anywhere you go for a Happy Hour, there almost certainly is an office party in progress. The office party —- where the usual suspects are seen at the bar ordering one round of shots after another, the married men leching at the cute girls around, suddenly breaking into a monologue about their past glory and fictional escapades from their days of leading the single life, a groups of obnoxious sales guys walking around tryin to make arbit conversation with strangers whilst making sure they mention the "I" word atleast 50 times, and then there are the Desis who bunch together and play pool in one corner of the room, oblivious to the concept of socializing.
Christmas is also the time you cannot possibly surf radio stations without having to sit through George Michael reminding us every 10 minutes, how it was just "Last Christmas" that he was straight and schmoozin the ladies. Ofcourse, this year, to save him from tears, he’ll give it to someone male and special.
This may be a couple of months past its time but does everyone remember the day Friendster introduced this cool feature called "Who viewed my profile"? I can safely bet that every single person reading this at that moment went ‘Shit, XXXX is going to know I’ve been e-stalking him/her a gazillion times a week! I literally reside on that profile I’ve bookmarked. Where is that damn ‘view profiles anonymously’ feature ?"
So apparently, SRK was at 30th St Station the other day shooting for some Karan Johar film. Amidst all the commotion and throngs of gushing fans (a 1000 women and my friend Sameer) it seems it never occured to ppl that Rani Mukherji was also part of the crew. We met her way back in 1999, when she was still an up and coming actress with one seriously radiant smile, one hit song, Khandala, and one hot yet ever-so-slightly bloating body. And here was my friend Cliffton, Cliffton Andrew Jones Syngkon, who goes up to her and innocently asks who the fuck this Rani Mukherji was, since he’d heard from the guy down the street she was pretty famous.
BRAIN FART !
You know what other recent Brain fart there has been? Bangalore changin its name to Bengaluru. Now I’m not exactly a non-Metropolitan-of-Bombay fan, but this is sad. It was bad enough that Bombay became Mumbai, Madras- Chennai and Calcutta changed to Kolkata, but giving us more ammo against B’loriites ? That’s just cruel. More names shall be changed and more jokes shall be made.
AS A RULE, I think Anu Malik should officially be banned from playback singing. I can’t even remember the last time I heard anyone as annoying, sing. He’s composed some music and made a whole lot of money. He’s stolen a whole lot of music and made even more money off of it. Anu, you’ve officially pissed me off. Just stick to composing or you’ll have to face the music.
