Saturday, November 24, 2007

Tiny feats

Winter, wine, wool, what a way to usher in this festive season, and my typing that above link you made it doubly fun cos staring back at you is my 50th blog from the dork-talk blog factory. !Paradiddles! Ok the applauses are ringing in my ears, so you can all sit down now. Whats strange about those clapping is that, its coming from all corners of the world, now when I say “all corners” I really mean it, unless the sitemter is lying throught its teeth, a vitual liebite of sorts! So all you Scandinavian guys, I know it’s the dead of winter in your countries and half of your time is spent shut-in, but you could do better than typing random things on google like “retarded cherry yummy yummy”! Jesus christ, blondes are really dumb I say!

From here on ill be dwelling on the past, the howz and whyz of my blogging story. Way back in March when the heat was really taking its toll on us, and venturing out in the afternoons was like sacrilege(I didn’t want to increase the revenues of fairness creams!) I decided to write stuff, and by stuff I mean random shit which require minimal levels of intelligence to comprehend. The start didn’t start of with a bang as expected, I had to resort to bribes, coaxing people with bitti stuff etc to get them to read my blogs. Bravo, bravo, they all cried out, those goons were after more bitti stuff, so I gathered. Some of my other friends, the critics that they are, called by blogs self-indulgent gibberish, ahem! I pardoned them for those sweet words cos I didn’t want to loose friends and become a troglodyte. But inspite of all the brickbats and drumrolls, blogging opened up a whole new world, a world I have slowly started taking comfort in, a world were boredom is non-existant and forty winks is something I have completely eliminated from my weekend afteroon agenda.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Men and the Melanin Mess

The sun is beating down hard, and across the paddy fields a group of guys are soaked up in a game of snake&ladder, the huge mango tree along the dirt track provides them with that much needed respite from the late evening sun. I walk upto those 13-14 year old fellas and ask why they aern’t playin running and catching or hide and seek games that I used to indulge in when I was around their age. A young lad looks up from the board, points up and says “look at how hot it is, we are scared we would get tanned and chechi, the mallu sun-burned look is out!”. Now now now, I stood their shocked, when did the word ‘melanin’ take the fun out of young guys. That shock is what woke me up from my sleep, and the dream guys, was fostered by the recent SRK ad, where our dude with arithmetically correct ab's promotes a fairness cream sayin "gora banne kha instant blah blah (fuck knows what)". Well i would have loved to know what he said in that ad but i couldn't resist pressing that remote button.

On a recent visit to H&G with friends this cosmetic enlightment hit me on my face. As I was walking between the racks of soaps and creams and shampoos, a different variety of creams stopped me on my track, staring from the rack were a dozen or so pancy loooking men, with clear exfoliated face, shaped eyebrows and white bleached skin, and above their faces in white bold letters were written the words “Fairness Cream for men”. Going by the number of skin whitening creams on display and the sheer number of companies making these products I looked like indian men were considering this cosmetic wonder as the next best thing after Viagra! Whatever happened to the tall-dark-handsome look that sent girls crooning on their knees, i guess the likes of Dhoni and small B sure need to go someplace else.

I still remember my teenage years when we would sit oogling at the jungle wonder,Tarzan, his strong calloused hands, nice even sun-tan, unruly chest hair and unkempt hair could now be considered passe, whats in is the manicured-pedicured-exfoliated metro sexual male. Hah! I think this whole cosmetic enlightment among indian men started with our very own SRK bathing in a tub full of milk, with rose petals strewn in to create the atmosphere and clearly glowin in this new found skin, yeah yeah its the Lux Ad. This triggerd another series of Ad’s where men clearly conscious of their melanin infused skin goes snooping into his mothers or sisters closet to steal creams. Probably men were always conscious of their looks and these ad's are just fuelling that innate desire, the no of creams in the market should be an acting proof. Whatever it is the fairness cream companies are not complaining, for them things wouldn't have looked errr...fairer !