Good day.

Of College Apps and Indian Television

I suppose I took long enough to start off on this entry, but you see, stuff has been happening of late that has been keeping quite busy. I just gave four board exams to start off with, all of which (with the noted exception of Physics) went pretty well. Also, I've started getting replies from universities from the states. Up until now, I have a yes from Carnegie Mellon (let's just hope that is how one spells that) and a disappointing, though not entirely unexpected no from MIT.

One thing that I find very amusing about the rejection letter from MIT is the way it has been framed, it looks like it's a letter of condolence, more like a letter of rejection. They go on about how positively mortified they are about not allowing me in and how hard it is for them to break it to me and how they wish they never had to do this and so on and so forth. Good lord, with so many heartbreaks that they send out, you'd think they live in a permanent state of depression.
Now CMU, that is a letter I won't soon forget. The envelope, which says on top, "The official Fat Letter", leaves you in no doubt as to it's content.

In other news, IIT prep goes ever on (I'm hell bent on giving it), and Computer Science prep has to suffer as a result. Well, so be it.

But this is not the reason I wrote this entry. This entry is more about something that will leave a lot of keyboard happy critics going 'Prude!'. Now this word, 'prude', I find to be a very ... distasteful word. It is accusatory and very often misused. The word, in my most humble and, in the global context of things, irrelevant opinion, means One who is excessively concerned with being or appearing to be proper, modest, or righteous. Please note the use of the word 'excessively'. Therefore, a person who is appropriately proper, modest, or righteous or, at the least, appears to be so (in an appropriate manner) may not, appropriately, be called a prude. It is, you see, all a question of propriety. Consequently, I shall not, under any and all circumstances allow anyone to call me a prude as a result, direct or indirect, of the content of this article. It won't be appropriate, you understand.

What I want to talk about, is this evolution that the Indian television industry has undergone. For quite a while now, it has become impossible for one to sit with one's mum and dad and channel surf without having to hastily change channels because of some model or the other gyrating to the tunes of a song that I strongly suspect was originally written to kill household pests. Now, to some extent, I'm fine with kissing and skin show in movies and public productions, but their influx into music, especially in the terrible taste of what have come to be called 'Item Numbers' and those woe begotten remixes is positively inexcusable. Most of today's remixes, to me, are like the slime that adorns the lower half of a slug's underside. Nowadays, one can't watch TV without watching some model or singer with an IQ comparable to the number of legs on a termite positively destroying what was originally a very nice song. And, as if the singing was not bad enough this singer/dancer woman will then proceed to dance to the newly invented (or perhaps I should say corrupted) tune in clothing that would not cover a cricket ball if laid end to end. There was a time when TV channels would be jittery about showing 'Satyam Shivam Sundaram'. Now, they advertise 'Murder'. All that said, this was not what prompted me to write this. What prompted me to write this, was a television show that goes by the name of 'Dangerous' (Zoom). I mean they have people calling up about their sex problems, and these two idiots sitting there suggest what positions to use to fix it. I mean, what kind of an idiot calls up to say that he has been trying and trying but he can't get her pregnant. So this stud on the show starts of about how he should try the missionary position and 'keep trying'. Whatever happened to GO SEE A DOCTOR? Where does all this end, I wonder.

The 21^st century is here to stay, but we still do not have a regulatory authority for television. We are therefore left to the moral integrity of people who send sluts to get people into hotel rooms and then show off the videos.

In answer to these statements, I most often get two replies. First of all, it sells, so it must be good. Dude, cocaine sells, is my usual answer. Secondly, it's the woman's right of expression, if she wants to get naked, let her. Anyone who says this has obviously never heard of the concept of public decency.

We Indians raise all this hell about how we might be poorer than the 'west' but we are richer in our morals and our culture. As things stand, I am compelled to say that that is bullshit.

Da Klan hereby declares war on all remixes and item numbers.
'Let slip the Dogs of War'.

AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE !!!!