DesiPundit

Greatbong takes a comic-critical view of who will be sacked after Charu Sharma.

Welcome to India’s latest reality show—-”Will You Go Tomorrow, Tick Tick Tick Tick” (inspired by the iconic “If you come tomorrow”) presented by the same guys who brought you “Kamzor Kuri Kaun”, “Kaun Banega Laxmipati” and “Jeeto Thappad Marke”. For those of you who haven’t tuned in before, in every show, we kick out, based on popular opinion, one member of the Bangalore Royal Challengers team.

Apoo packs his bags for a visit to India and finds to his incredulousness that they’re empty!

Me: What do you want from here?
Mama: Lets see! I dont have a laptop and I have been thinking of getting one.
Me: Now you talking! What config?
Mama: But then, I have a PC at home, a PC at work. I doubt I am going to log on in the train. Whats the use of a laptop? Do this, just gimme cash!

Me: Dad?
Dad: What time does your flight get here?
Me: What do you want from US?
Dad: Nothing beta, you come here!
Me: Do you realize the customs guy is going to be verrry disappointed when I walk through with empty bags?
Dad: Last time I was visiting you, I forgot my jeans there. Can you carry those?

Anyone need anything from the U.S.? He seems to have plenty of room in his luggage!

Amrita writes about her love for the commies. She tells us to love them for their dress,talk,power,sentiment and the bye-products.

But the women! I don’t know where they get those handloom sarees but they’re absolutely to die for. Not that I would ever wear them because all cotton sarees have an unfortunate tendency to exaggerate my bottom and if I can resist peer pressure and stay off the weed for fear of what the munchies were going to do to significant bits of my person, I think I can stay off the cotton saree.

Priya is maha-frustrated by pigeons nesting on her balcony [Hat tip: KV]. She is open to suggestions about ways to get rid of these pesky birds.

Four pigeons in your balcony does not bring prosperity to the house. It brings pigeon droppings, pigeon feathers, loads of of fluff and sticks, lots of pigeon noises and an unbearable stink (remember the poop?). And when I asked the maid to clean it all up, what did we find? Pigeon babies. Now how can anyone have the heart to throw away pigeon babies?! Not me.

Jason Overdorf, an American journalist based in Delhi, writes about the IPL cheerleading phenomenon and hails India for its nod towards American values and the victory of the dumb over the smart, in a humorous piece:

Keep your Ramanujan and your 6,00,000 engineers a year. So you invented zero. Discovered it. Whatever. It’s a number for losers anyway. For statistical and mathematical gimcrackery, we’ll take our guys any day. Consider P.T. Barnum, the circus promoter who calculated, “There’s a sucker born every minute.” Or, of course, Earl Whipple, who invented the giant foam finger, aid to sports fans everywhere, that eloquently proclaims “We’re Number One!” Anyway, what’s math compared with Reality TV? Most of your software geeks are even now cracking open cans of Budweiser, and watching large-bosomed women wolf down plates of worms on Fear Factor. Yes, readers, I will say it. American culture has converted “pop” into a celebration of the dumb. Today’s Elvis is Britney Spears. Genius!

He also gives us a mini-history lesson on cheerleading in America.

Jabberwock complains about nonsensical DVD subtitles for foreign language films

Family friend: 50,000 dollars! It is great to spend it on women!
Son: No, wouldn’t be!
Family friend: That would surprise you? I think he is erotic. He does all good for you for 20 years. Now, it is his time to explode.
Family friend’s wife (speculating that Watanabe hasn’t been looking well of late): He become skinny with rough skin.

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Arun Sundar on life of a cell phone.

You all remember the sony Ericcson ad, dont you? And babies are generally supposed to get bigger as they grow. But I grew otherwise. I started becoming smaller and slimmer. People wanted me to be small yet powerful. I grew to a size that a matchbox normally envies. And you being my owner felt pride. I then got colorful. Then I sounded polyphonic. I climbed levels from one to dual sim. I looked at camera. It became part of me. I looked at Television. It became part of me. I looked at computers. I almost became them. Then I provided myself to you in full ‘touch’ mode. You touched me and I responded.

Nikhil writes about wedding invitation cards - cards which contain the entire bio-data of the bride and grooms to cards with hilarious typos.

Then there used to be some cards which almost had the visiting card details of the bride and the groom. Like working with Chi.Sow Amala (Software Engineer,Doubtsourcing Inc.,now on site in Minneapolis) or Chi.Srinivas (MBA-Random Institute of Management) or even worse Sow.Lavanya(MBBS-Pursuing 3rd year).

We read about the guy who texted and twittered his way out of an Egyptian jail.  But Jai Arjun shows us how text messages, or SMSes, can actually backfire on you.

Not that we ever learn from these incidents. In an earlier post, I’ve mentioned the time I bought the DVD of The Pink Panther and hurriedly dashed off an SMS to friends asking if they wanted to see it over the weekend, only to have one of them call back and ask why I wanted to show him pink panties on a Saturday (or any other day for that matter).