Michael Jackson is a perfect example of what childhood abuse can do.
All that early fame, beatings, lack of proper childhood, resulted in a lost little boy, with terribly low self-esteem, so far removed from reality, that he could identity with the alien in the movie, ET.
My heart goes out to the poor little boy in Michael, who never grew up, never GOT to grow up.
He didn’t build Neverland because he was a pedophile and wanted to prey on kids (for that he did not have to spend 28 Million Dollars).
He built Neverland because the child in him, wanted a beautiful world to escape to. He couldn’t quite understand the adult world, and look what hanging out with the kids did to him!
It is so sad, the most famous man in the world never found true love.
One of the most talented men in the world, who reached such mammoth heights of adulation, spent the last years of his life alone, jeered, derided and ridiculed. (Stand-up comedians made a career out of taking pot-shots at him).
The man whose music made hundreds of millions of dollars, died broke and most probably of a broken heart. He had lost all faith - in himself, his fans, his country and even his religion.
Fly away Michael! Go to God! In His arms you will be safe… finally.
I love you…
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
WHEN IN FRANCE DO AS THE FRENCH DO!
So! Another Indian attacked down under. Eh?
Darn it! Yeh Australians toh haath dho kar peeche pad gaye hain hum Indians ke.
Of course, we Indians are no strangers to discrimination and racism in our own country.
Some of us don’t think twice about overcharging/fleecing the white guy and leering at the white woman.
Either that or we bend backwards to please them. And lets admit it, most of us are openly distrustful of Africans.
A couple of days back Hindustan Times ran a tri- part series on discrimination in our city, which reminded me of what I had personally gone through a couple of years back.
I was returning from Joggers park in Bandra and saw a store (famous for their carpets) display a 70% off sign. Still in my sweats, I just walked in.
The store was empty except for a woman at the cash counter talking to a well dressed white woman. Since I couldn’t make out which items were on sale, I asked the lady at the counter if they had any curtains on sale.
At first she ignored me and carried on talking to the foreigner.
A minute later when it seemed that she was not about to help me, I interrupted her saying “Excuse me”, ‘Yes” she sharply turned and looked at me as a though a trifle irritated. “Could you tell me if the curtains are on sale?” I asked.
“Yes they are” she answered curtly before turning to resume her conversation with the white lady (who was being told, where else she can shop, for what, in Colaba).
I meekly went to the lone salesman and asked him to show me some curtain fabric. When I asked for more than one sample, (I had to match them to the upholstery at home) he told me “Ask madam”.
Reluctantly I went back to the lady at the counter, who was still talking to the white lady and was very enthusiastically answering all her queries, her head bobbing up and down and smiling so hard, I could almost hear her cheek muscles creak.
Again she pointedly ignored me till I butted in. “Excuse me, but could you give me some more samples?”.
‘No m’am’ she said stressing on the ‘m’am’ in a most unfriendly tone. “We do not give more than one sample!”.
“Please!” I beseeched. “Oh! OK!” she said, rolling her eyes and told her bored attendant “sample de doh”.
Her tone, body language and expressions were such a contrast to the way she was talking to this gora lady that I was maha pi_ _ _ d off.
“What is your name?” I asked her. “Arva! why?” she demanded, almost hostile now.
Just at that very moment a burqa-clad lady walked in with a man. They seemed to be of West-Asian origin.
A funny expression came over Madam Arva’s face.
Hurriedly she beckoned her salesman who, (till now too busy to help me) almost jumped up and started walking behind the couple, scrutinizing their every move closely and with suspicion.
Every time the browsing couple stopped, he’d almost bump into them. Faced with such unfriendly behavior they soon left.
This obnoxious and blatant discrimination made me so angry I could scarcely breathe.
Within a span of barely twenty minutes, three different people, from different backgrounds, all customers, had been treated so different, by the same person.
The white woman was fawned upon like a queen, the brown woman had at first been ignored and then tolerated like a pesky fly and the poor burqa-clad woman with partner had been treated with suspicion and dislike.
Like I said we Indians are no strangers to our own desi brand of racism.
I never went back to that store. I never will.
Speaking of burqas………..while I disagree with the French President’s definition of what a burqa stands for, I think that just like a white woman in Saudi Arabia would not be able to practice her liberal sense of dressing or even her religion, similarly, if the French do not want their Muslim citizens to wear a burqa, is it really that bad?
When in France, do as the French do…
Au revoir!!
Darn it! Yeh Australians toh haath dho kar peeche pad gaye hain hum Indians ke.
Of course, we Indians are no strangers to discrimination and racism in our own country.
Some of us don’t think twice about overcharging/fleecing the white guy and leering at the white woman.
Either that or we bend backwards to please them. And lets admit it, most of us are openly distrustful of Africans.
A couple of days back Hindustan Times ran a tri- part series on discrimination in our city, which reminded me of what I had personally gone through a couple of years back.
I was returning from Joggers park in Bandra and saw a store (famous for their carpets) display a 70% off sign. Still in my sweats, I just walked in.
The store was empty except for a woman at the cash counter talking to a well dressed white woman. Since I couldn’t make out which items were on sale, I asked the lady at the counter if they had any curtains on sale.
At first she ignored me and carried on talking to the foreigner.
A minute later when it seemed that she was not about to help me, I interrupted her saying “Excuse me”, ‘Yes” she sharply turned and looked at me as a though a trifle irritated. “Could you tell me if the curtains are on sale?” I asked.
“Yes they are” she answered curtly before turning to resume her conversation with the white lady (who was being told, where else she can shop, for what, in Colaba).
I meekly went to the lone salesman and asked him to show me some curtain fabric. When I asked for more than one sample, (I had to match them to the upholstery at home) he told me “Ask madam”.
Reluctantly I went back to the lady at the counter, who was still talking to the white lady and was very enthusiastically answering all her queries, her head bobbing up and down and smiling so hard, I could almost hear her cheek muscles creak.
Again she pointedly ignored me till I butted in. “Excuse me, but could you give me some more samples?”.
‘No m’am’ she said stressing on the ‘m’am’ in a most unfriendly tone. “We do not give more than one sample!”.
“Please!” I beseeched. “Oh! OK!” she said, rolling her eyes and told her bored attendant “sample de doh”.
Her tone, body language and expressions were such a contrast to the way she was talking to this gora lady that I was maha pi_ _ _ d off.
“What is your name?” I asked her. “Arva! why?” she demanded, almost hostile now.
Just at that very moment a burqa-clad lady walked in with a man. They seemed to be of West-Asian origin.
A funny expression came over Madam Arva’s face.
Hurriedly she beckoned her salesman who, (till now too busy to help me) almost jumped up and started walking behind the couple, scrutinizing their every move closely and with suspicion.
Every time the browsing couple stopped, he’d almost bump into them. Faced with such unfriendly behavior they soon left.
This obnoxious and blatant discrimination made me so angry I could scarcely breathe.
Within a span of barely twenty minutes, three different people, from different backgrounds, all customers, had been treated so different, by the same person.
The white woman was fawned upon like a queen, the brown woman had at first been ignored and then tolerated like a pesky fly and the poor burqa-clad woman with partner had been treated with suspicion and dislike.
Like I said we Indians are no strangers to our own desi brand of racism.
I never went back to that store. I never will.
Speaking of burqas………..while I disagree with the French President’s definition of what a burqa stands for, I think that just like a white woman in Saudi Arabia would not be able to practice her liberal sense of dressing or even her religion, similarly, if the French do not want their Muslim citizens to wear a burqa, is it really that bad?
When in France, do as the French do…
Au revoir!!
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009
A SCALPEL IS A GIRL’S BEST FRIEND
Remember,Victoria Beckham had breast implants put in ? (SILI BOOBS,I call them!)
Well, she has gone in for a breast reduction.
Cosmetic Surgery is as common among celebrities, as changing socks are, for us regular folks.
Even Hollywood's favorite, Angelina Jolie was not born the way she looks now!
For that, she underwent the surgeon's scalpel and had a nose job,which in my opinion turned out pretty well.
Now, talking about back home, if I remember correctly, Rakhi Sawant had her implants removed too. “They come in the way when I dance”
she complained.
One thing I like about Rakhi, at least she is honest about her cosmetic surgeries unlike our other desi celebs.
Aside from Shilpa Shetty and Koena Mitra, everyone pretends everything’s natural.
Nothings been touched,pruned, tweaked, plumped or 'PERKED UP.'
Maybe they WERE born with it,coz it sure as hell ain't Maybelline.
People disappear for a couple of months and come back with forever surprised expressions, frozen faces, bigger boobs, thinner noses, plumper lips and get outraged if you so much as whisper SCALPEL.
See these pictures carefully and decide for yourself !!
Above are pictures of Esha Deol before and after regular visits to the surgeon.
Kareena and Karisma Kapoor's 'before and after' photos below, speak for themselves.
If a picture speaks a thousand words words, then boy, do these speak a million!
Seen Celina Jaitley lately?
She is the latest one to hop on to the cosmetic surgery bandwagon.
Though I bet she will deny it till she is blue in the er, nose.
I don’t know how they can issue such denials with a straight face,must be the Botox (seriously they must think we are morons!!)
More importantly, the self control displayed by the journos interviewing them is WOW.
Because if a Minisha Llamba said ‘what nose job?’ to me, I’d fall off my chair/stool laughing. HONEST!
Coming to a completely different topic, heard Will Smith’s petite wife, Jada Pinkett Smith is giving advice to couples on how to jazz up their sex life.
‘Be sneaky’ she says, ‘your girlfriends house, his office… anything to keep the flame alive’
Now,really! If you have to try THAT hard….
Hey! I have a better idea on how to spice up your sex life Instantly!
Forget about changing your look,clothes, cologne/perfume, positions, locations, lingerie etc…
JUST CHANGE YOUR PARTNER.
Ain't nothing gonna spice up your sex life like that.
And remember… you heard it here first.
Halleluiah! It’s rainin’. The heat is gone!
I’m a little cold, sitting at Carter road, eatin steamin hot momos and soup.
People, I’m telling ya… Tis the simple things in life…
Ciao.
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