Monday, December 27, 2010

SOCIAL MEDIA TRENDS IN 2011

Shahid Kapoor will finally spell a sentence on Twitter correctly

Men will finally realise that actual hot women have a life, don’t use the internet and cannot be found on social networks. They will continue asking for friendship anyway because importing inflatable dolls is too expensive.

Twitter users will finally realise that number of followers does not equal respect. This will be proved when less than 10 people watch Uday Chopra’s latest release despite him having 1 over lakh followers.

Facebook users will realise that it’s not cool to “Like” a status message about someone’s death.

Lalit Modi will use Youtube to give post-match analysis on every IPL game. He will then get punched by Navjot Sidhu for stealing his job.

Saffola will tie up with Facebook and have their logo next to every status update or comment stating “OMIGOD! I heart you!”

The Ministry of Health will ban 4Square after mistaking the service for a popular cigarette brand.

Facebook’s chat feature will be shut after people across the world realise their friend lists are full of people they don’t like talking to anyway.

Rajnikant and Kalmadi jokes will get a new lease of life as more and more middle-class Indians join Orkut and copy paste their SMS’s.

Mumbai citizens will discover that a MySpace account is the only space they can afford.

Cash or Credit will replace A/S/L.

Blogging in India will die a swift death after people realise that Amitabh Bachchan’s blog was actually being written by an out of work Jugal Hansraj.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

FUCK IT!!! I'm going out. It's too expensive to stay home and watch TV.





I quit. No more entertainment for me. I can’t afford it. During every commercial break of every single cricket match, I am reminded that someone (usually Shah Rukh Khan) has a better TV than I do and is thus enjoying the match more than I am. Unless the Kolkata Knight Riders are playing.

The problem is this. Advertising insists that all entertainment these days is designed to be viewed on devices that are at least six generations ahead of whatever TV you currently own. And I can’t afford it anymore. Thanks to the arms-race that is entertainment technology, I’m broke. My bank account currently cries itself to sleep at night. Even the Lehmann Brothers account won’t hang out with it.

I am also reminded that I need a DTH cable connection, because with one of those little boxes, I could get CD quality sound and DVD quality picture-clarity. And if I throw in my other kidney too, they’ll give me a box that will even let me pause that seventh rerun of Friends so I can appreciate just how fat Matthew Perry really got. Except nobody in those ads has a TV like yours, which still occupies as much space as your car (you drive an SUV). No, people in those ads, they have flatscreen TVs, with tummies stretched so taut they make Shilpa Shetty cry. TVs that are “Full HD” and are clearer than anything else in the universe, including Hubble. And by some miracle of science (known to most as “Photoshop”), these TVs use absolutely no wires, and just levitate near the wall. And they have about fifteen speakers, and if you buy one, ever so often, Lady Gaga leaps out of the screen and actually sings at your house.
And so, because I am male, I march over to the shop to see how much one of those TV’s costs. The answer to this question is usually “More than I can afford.” Five minutes later, I leave with something twice as big. The salesman has used words like “HDMI”, and “1080p”, which, mind you, is “not the same as 1080i which is 0.0087 per cent more blurry than 1080p, and what? 720p? Ha! Sir we don’t sell those anymore! The antique store is around the corner!”
When the fog clears, I’m at home, saddled with a giant TV that looks like it’s shedding wires. And to use “HDMI” and get “1080p”, I need six other kinds of wire. Except my set-top box doesn’t use those wires, so everything looks just as rubbish as before. Even Shah Rukh Khan. And now I’ve realized that I don’t really know what the hell an “HDMI” is.
So, now I’ve got the best TV in the world (at least it was, until six minutes before I bought it) and no way of showing off its best-ness. To do this, I must buy a Blu-Ray player. No, not DVD. Blu-Ray. DVD is for losers. I can get DVD quality clarity from my little Shah Rukh Khan box, remember? I must get a Blu-Ray player. Which, what a coincidence, happens to be a Playstation.
And now, I must connect my computer to my TV as well, just because the manual says I can. In my experience, there is no real practical use for this. But, let’s not lose sight of what’s important here… it’s COOL! And now there are so many wires coming out of my TV that it looks like it has dreadlocks. And I am currently looking at this column on two screens, which is giving me a giant headache. But it is the coolest headache I have ever had.
In fact, I bet Shah Rukh Khan’s NEVER had a headache this cool.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Things Obama will never say or tweet in India

Greetings India! I'm mid-way to your exotic country! I'll tweet again as soon as we're done de-activating this bomb in the cargo bay.

 

This is to inform everyone that the bomb in the cargo bay has been de-activated. I'm now watching Lagaan to prepare. See you in 3 hours.

 

I've finally landed in Mumbai folks. Let's begin :)

 

Doors
To my plane hav been open now....f**k wats dat shit smell

 

 

 

First things first - it's lovely to be in Mumbai. It reminds me of New Orleans post huricane Katrina

 

Saw Mukesh Ambani's Antilla while we were landing. Now THAT's a building I wouldn't mind a plane crashing into. #uglyasfuck

 

Who the fuck is Ashok something guy he just freakin offered me a flat in some Adarsh society

 

Michelle is now the tallest man in India.

 

Just got off the phone with a young lady from some HDFC. Have secured major loans to sail over the recession. The trip is already win.

 

Spent a lot of time researching about India on Rediff comments, and am disappointed no one has offered me cow urine so far.

 

So I told Zardari, India is like 50 Cent. You can bust a cap in its ass 9 times, but it'll still land up a successful billionaire.

 

Unforunately the only 50 Cent reference Zardari got was Get Rich or Die Tryin'

 

I'm not running for a second term if I've to deal with this Rahul chap.

 

Message to Sikh brothers - Hard for me to give you visas is you put your income in quintals

 

That American companies are at the forefront of cutting-edge innovation is proved by the McAloo Tikki burger.

 

Who is this Vivek Oberoi fellow and why does he keep asking for passes for my dinner with Manmohan Singh?

 

Saw a preview of Maurya Sheraton's Obama tandoori platter. Every kebab was completely charred black. Very funny assholes.

 

There's no way I'm giving you guys access to David Headley. I saw what your cops did with Jamaal in Slumdog Millionaire.

 

Kashmir is sort of like Detroit. Except Canada doesn't want it.

 

Overweight American kids can take heart in the successes of their Indian peers like Sania Mirza.

 

Good afternoon India or as Clinton fondly calls curry land fondly I say no puns intended sorry I cud not tweet more frequently yesterday

 

Went to a school in mum did a little dancing Michelle tells me my dancing resembled a hybrid of drunkard and a piles patient w.t.f. Luved it

 

Now tweeting from airforce one on my way to rape capital oops sorry national capital Delhi will tweet more

 

Ok now gonna shortly land in Delhi my pilot send me a gentle reminder by switching from sports channel to a rape scene

 

This is the president speaking I hav arrived in Delhi behold !!!!!!!!

 

 

Ohhh gr8 my bro manmohan is here luv him he luks likka overdressed Santa

 

 

Wave properly manmohan don't wave like somebody just uprooted ur armpit hairs

 

hello indians dis is the president obama speaking those kids at st xaviers hav screwed my head bigtime had i known bout those kids i wud hav had send the predator drones to st xaviers instead of waziristan and pakistan

 

Evening Indians dis is president obama speaking manmohan my homoerotic gave me the token "I don't want my boobs to touch u " hug now dinner

 

good evening indians dis is president obama speaking m having dinner at mms's house while watching materchef india i m sure his cook has got recipes from der only

 

dis is president Obama speaking onway to official parade damn dat rumali roti from last nite dinner is sticking in my guts hope not to fart

 

Dis is president Obama speaking m on my way to address a joint Session in Indian parliament or as those italians call it cattle house

 

 

Dis is president Obama speaking off to buffet with my homie manmohan cya later in parliament luking forward to meeting gr8 leader laluji

 

Dis is president Obama speaking my secretary tells me lalu is a gr8 man he has pubic hairs growing on his earlobes awesome wanna meet him

 

 

Dis is president Obama speaking just met ur gr8 leader mamata banerjee cud not understand her accent though I think she is Scottish

 

 

Dis is president Obama speaking met lalu he has indeed got pubic hairs growing on his ears . I think he shud b on ripley's believe it or not

 

Dis is president Obama speaking no Mullayam Singh Yadav sorry I cannot grant India unsc seat thru O.B.C. quota

 

Dis is president Obama here gotta SMS from some raj thackrey he is pissed cuz I said jai hind & not jai hind jai maharastra to end my speech

 

Dis is president Obama speaking from dinner at rashtrapati bhavan I m pissed though as I did not get to meet Bill Clinton's crush Mayawati

 

dis is president obama speaking gr8 news India & USA shall now fight afganistan war jointly under the leadership of India's gr8est investigator man with the constipated face, laxatives south asia brand ambassador the one and only ACP Pradyuman he will b assisted in dis enormous task by Daya,abhishek & agent freddy god...willing dey will soon own Osama's ass

 

 

dis is president obama speaking after a long briefing with ACP pradyuman we shall shortly launch operation:-"DAYA DARWAZA TOD DO" in Afganistan

 

dis is president obama speaking for one final time b4 leaving India,its has been a wonderful experience i thank india forall the garlic naan.shammi kebabs and tangadi kebabs and fish tikkas and 55k jobs u gave my dumbass yankee fucks......godbless india pakkis r terrorists and China SUCKS!!!!! ..... INDIA ROCKS nigga will b back in 2012 again ....peace out homies

 

Friday, October 8, 2010

Bite Me.

God knows I’m an animal lover. In fact, I’ve driven in peak hour Mumbai traffic just to be able to have Nando’s exquisite Grilled Chicken in Peri Peri sauce on the first day they opened. Sometimes I even eat at KFC only to come home and lick my fingers in front of Maneka Gandhi’s screensaver. Just to spite the bitch. And don’t even get me started on my love for steak. My love for cows was the only reason I wasn’t allowed to become a member of the BJP. Bloody hypocrites.

Lately however, 13 mutated rabbits that have taken complete control over my residential colony’s bylanes are testing my love for animals. They look like street dogs, but really, they’re rabbits. It is biologically impossible to procreate so quickly if they weren’t. One of them even gave birth to a baby without an eye. I call him “The chronicle of Riddick”. So anyway, this group of rabbits has taken the colony by siege worse than the 26/11 attackers of the Taj Hotel in Mumbai. You can’t go out because the minute you open your door, they hit you worse than a gassy fart in the Delhi Metro compartment. Effectively, you’re locked indoors after 7 PM (unless you wear Sanjay Dutt’s costume from the Youngistaan ads) and it’s impossible to go to sleep at night because they all like to clusterfuck to a soundtrack of the  Ram Temple bhajan’s and the neighbourhood mosque’s call for prayers. Then at sunrise, they perform their daily takedown of a senior citizen and lap up his milk besides using the newspaper wallahs rolls as chew toys. In short, Afghanistan has nothing on us.

Now, in a country that doesn’t have time for humans, it’s hardly surprising that the Municipal Corporation would refuse to pick up and sterilise the 262,740 strays roaming our streets and say “Humein Paap Lagega” on being requested to kill them. In addition, Maneka’s foot soldiers are overburdened, underpaid and can only take care of a certain number. Thus, to avoid such exclusion, I have come up with a list of solutions for the Maharashtra govt. to implement before the cricket world cup in 2011.

Ship them to North Korea: This is perhaps the best way to fulfil not just our social responsibility towards fellow humans but also to fill up our dwindling foreign exchange coffers. Exporting cheaply priced dog-meat would provide many North Koreans with the nourishment they deserve, make us friends with Kim Jong Il after that whole AQ Khan nuclear smuggling debacle while getting us more money to  employ 7 year olds to build our city’s pavements. Did I hear a win-win?

Cambodia perhaps? : Millions of children lose their limbs everyday to unexploded mines that were laid over 3 decades of war by the Khmer Rouge, the Vietnamese etc. Instead of playing Minesweeper on our computers everyday, why don’t we ship some strays to the Cambodian government so they can clear the fields with them? Lives will be saved and Humans rights activists can fight with animal rights activists till kingdom come. Besides, I would imagine it a much more honourable death as compared to starving in a trashcan or being knocked over by a drunk driver.

Send them to the Chinese border and start a rumour about their body parts being excellent aphrodisiacs: Not only will the Chinese army waste some bullets on our dogs instead of our jawans; we might even be able to create a false demand-supply gap and convince them to give us parts of Arunachal back in return. Trade deficit FTW!

Declare it our national animal: As I have stated in one of my previous posts, the quickest way to destroy something in our country is to give it a national adage. (Sport, animal, museum, bird, flower whatever) As soon as we do this, people will stop hunting the Tiger, Mahendra Singh Dhoni and the guys at Aircel will sleep easy, and poachers will put their attention to strays. Though given their large number, there is a risk that their value might reduce – sort of like pussy at an Eastern European nightclub.

Get Dharmendra out of retirement: As much as I love Sunny Deol’s dancing (and I’m totally gay for Abhay Deol) we need to get Dharmendra out of retirement to help us on this one. However, it would still be a half-assed solution given that he only drinks kutton ka khoon. Kuttiyon ka piya hota, to Hema Malini zinda na hoti. Bitch.

Start some cause related marketing for Hollywood stars: We need to hire the agency that shot the Incredible India! Campaign and put them on strays. If Angelina and company can have a spectrum of babies, I’m sure pets should not be a problem. Our dogs will get a better; more multi-cultural environment and it will the biggest break for an Indian dog in the United States since Anil Kapoor in 24. Maybe Paris Hilton needs a replacement for her Chihuahua. Who knows.

Enact a “You feed it, you keep it” law: And finally, there needs to be a law that requires people who feed stray dogs to keep them in their own houses. If you want to feed the dog, fine. But if it poops your food out in front of my gate, you can best be sure that I am bagging my own poop in a plastic bag and dumping it in front of yours the next morning. Let’s just say I love corn, and it will not be pretty.

P.S. No animals were hurt during the writing of this post. Except a goat. These Burra Kebabs are bloody awesome.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Adventures of tharoorman! vol 2 :-mystery of mass market text
















Open letter to suresh kalmadi

Dear Suresh Kalmadi,
If India were anything apart from a democracy your fate as of this moment would have been far different. A dictatorship for instance would have drilled a hole in you, fastened a marauding steel chain through your ribs and hauled your body into a dungeon where you would have been beaten, battered, finely diced, smashed and pulverized into tiny fragments till all that’s left of you would be well refined bone powder. At this stage this powder would be deposited into an urn which would then be displayed in a museum under the exhibit titled ‘COUNTRY’S GREATEST ASSHOLES’.
Of course with India being a democracy the worse that will happen to you is a court case which will take the rest of your life to finish allowing you enough time to Apply,Re-Apply And Re-Re-Re Apply for bail thereby making sure that you never even see the inside of a jail cell. Accountability and responsibility being totally lost on you, you will roam around India being freer and more exposed than Rakhi Sawant’s cleavage after a fresh refilling of silicon.
After your adventures at organizing the Commonwealth Games I can only honor you by throwing a pair of shoes at you that have been first dolloped with generous heaps of Dog Shit,Plastered with the muckiest amounts of Horse Shit ,Embalmed with the grainiest helpings of Monkey Crap,slathered in Bacterial Rat Slime mixed in with finely powdered DVD Fragments of films starring Uday Chopra and Tusshar Kapoor while exposed to radiation beams emitted from charging up Rahul Mahajan’s brain and then sent through an all expenses paid trip across the entire length and breadth of India’s acclaimed sewer system.
After this the shoes would then have to be launched from ISRO’s rocket launch centre at Sriharikota at the exact coordinates that when they’re launched they clock you straight in the jaw.
But throwing the shoes at you would be highly insulting to not only the shoes but also the Dog Shit, Horse Shit, Monkey Crap, Uday Chopra & Tusshar Kapoor Film DVD’s, Rat Slime, Rahul Mahajan’s Radiated Brain and India’s entire sewer system.
You are a special type of Asshole. An extremely rare breed of SHITHEAD, endowed with a staggering talent for creating bullshit. A distinguished idiot wrapped in a moron topped off with generous amounts of DICKHEADEDNESS all of which have led you to your immortal achievements at the CWG.
Therefore throwing the shoes at you would not only insult the shoes, they would also be highly inadequate to celebrate the magnificent achievements of a celebrated and gargantuan asshole such as yourself.
So if something has to be thrown at you the only thing that can do justice would be YOU, therefore we would have to throw YOU at YOU! This is the only way your Assholic brilliance can be fully recognized.
Hence we would need to first extract massive amounts of DNA from you .Then cryogenically freeze you and keep you safe in a hyperbaric chamber.
Your extracted DNA would then be used to create an exact clone of yourself. The DNA would be fertilized into an empty human egg and placed into the uterus of a surrogate who would then incubate the embryo till it is born 9 months later as a fully developed baby!
This cloned Kalmadi baby would then be raised till it reaches a suitable age where it socially develops the same brand of incompetence, corruption, mismanagement, lying, cheating and scamming that you currently possess. After the clone attains a suitable appearance very much like yours it would then be taken and prepared to be thrown at you.
You would then be unfrozen from your cryogenic status and placed upon a tall pedestal. Now the clone would be taken, placed in a cannon and shot at you at full speed till it impacts you straight and with as much force as a hi-tech ballistic missile.
Now that’s the way to properly honor you!
Simply throwing shoes at you would hardly celebrate your achievements. You can only be honored by throwing yourself @ yourself or in this case a highly developed clone of yourself at yourself!!
Watching you organize these CWG Games over the past 2 years has been an even less pleasurable experience than perhaps jamming a metal spike up my nose right into my brain and turning it around till I hemorrhage.
All this country wanted to do was to host a successful games for 2 weeks and try to show some semblance that a population of a billion can make a half decent effort to organize a sporting event for a fortnight.
It’s bad enough every Terrorist Jihadi Asshole and his donkey from across the border wants to bomb the shit out of the Games to show the ‘infidels’ that India is a conspirator in the imperialistic designs of the Americans and every other possible excuse in between.
WHATEVER.
No athlete is anyway going to feel safe when the security arrangements are being handled by these guys: The Delhi Police .That’s Right – I Said The Delhi Police.
This country has enough problems in every nook and corner of its being. There are stone throwers in Kashmir, Naxals in Bihar, Chhattisgarh, West Bengal, Andhra Pradesh and Jharkhand, farmers killing themselves in Vidarbha, hostile neighbors on either side, mass poverty and unemployment throughout the country, rising prices, rotting grains, the list is endless. Most of all this is a society in which Ravindra Jadeja repeatedly gets selected into the Indian cricket team!
But you have easily overpowered all of the above and become the centre of attention for Organizing The Most Enormously Disorganized Commonwealth Games in History.
At every step you and your entourage have successfully sucked money out of these games. You have sucked so much from these games that you should be a case study for Industrial Strength High Power Vacuum Cleaners.
Your CWG adventures have led the country to shell out more than 70,000 Crores for something that could be accomplished and accomplished excellently at tenth of that price. So while you were spinning your fairytales about India being a sporting superpower our tax money was busy lining them Swiss Bank accounts.
Of course how you landed this job in the first place is one big mystery something the combined tenacity of Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot and the entire CID team of ACP Pradyuman cannot figure out though we should be less surprised when we realize India’s Sports Minister is MS Gill.
A Sports Minister who wouldn’t know the difference between the Sport of Javelin from the Port Of Mumbai. This is the same man who asked P.Gopichand ; only the second Indian ever to win the All England Badminton Championship and the mentor of India’s greatest ever Women’s Badminton Player Saina Nehwal,– “Who Are You?” The same MS Gill who shooed away the coach of World Champion Wrestler Sushil Kumar as if he were a street dog.
Finding all the cash you and your buddies have made from this CWG story will be impossible to find. It would infact be easier to search for and find Osama Bin Laden in the mountains of Afghanistan and the borders of Pakistan than all the convoluted hawala trails this CWG money has been through.
So Congrats, you made your grease. Hiring a jackass to run our Games has cost us 70,000 Crores. At Least In Return You Could Have Done What Was Expected Of You – Your Job
Instead we witnessed along with the rest of the world what your efforts have led to with just 8 days left for the games .These spectacles:


The athletes who are to stay in these rooms would much rather opt to stay in the untreated underside of a gutter under a pig sty instead of these so called ‘accommodations’.
Were these rooms meant for human beings or visiting cockroaches with no disrespect meant towards any cockroaches?
And while Delhi races against time to prep these games waging a war against the rains, dengue and your collapsing architecture your right hand man, the Hon-Her-Able Lalit Bhanot is busy saying things like this:



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1q7ZAek0Yg8&feature=player_embedded

 This after the same guy authorizes toilet paper to be bought at 4000 bucks a pop.
I will pray these games succeed not for your sake but for all those who have worked hard to make these games a success.
1.] The Laborers Clearing the Debris,
2.] The Umpteen Volunteers Showing Up With a Smile on Their Faces to Make Delhi a Hospitable Place
3.] The Civil Servants in the Government Who Are Entrusted the Task of Cleaning the Mess You Created
4.] Those Athletes Who Are Still Considerate Enough To Participate In This Otherwise Pot Boiled CLUSTERFU*K
And for the rest of us WHO ACTUALLY GIVE A DAMN.
You on the other hand deserve a special salute for your efforts. It’s called THE MIDDLE FINGER SALUTE and it looks a little something like this:



There Are A Whole Bunch Of Creatures Giving You The Middle Finger Salute Dear Kalmadi.
MIDDLE FINGER SALUTE FROM A PISSED OF SMILEY:
MIDDLE FINGER SALUTE FROM THE BACHCHANS:
MIDDLE FINGER SALUTE FROM THIS TREE:
MIDDLE FINGER SALUTE FROM THIS GUY! :
MIDDLE FINGER SALUTE FROM THE MONKEY:
AND A VERY SPECIAL MIDDLE FINGER SALUTE FROM YOUR FRIEND SHERA!
Even I salute you Kalmadi!
Now Go To Hell And Take That Shitbag Lalit Bhanot With You.
 Yours Sincerely,
Crack parag.