Pyaar Ka Punchnama - Postmortem of Love 爱情骨灰

Finished this awesome film last night. A film almost 2 and a half hour long, but worth every minute. I have always held Bollywood films in high regard. I showed it to a friend, who was at first skeptical but relented as soon as he saw one of the trio of leading female actresses who was breathlessly hot!

A short comment on hot Bollywood actresses: are they all this hot? My friend said it best the way he puts it: I like my brown women. They speak English with an accent, causing me to suspect whether they're Indian nationals at all. And my, do they have big beautiful eyes.

This film is very enriching as it comes with a message directed at the younger generation, presumably in India but I find it apt to apply to any youngsters from anywhere. The plot is based on 3 young men being infatuated and entangled (or sangkut if you're Malaysian) with 3 different women. The length of the movie gives justice to the plot as the audience is introduced to the experiences of the 3 good friends in fair detail.

Throughout the film, I identified, here and there, instances and happenings in my own personal life. The elucidations of women are extremely hilarious, that it even found its way to be popular with some of my Chinese friends.

I want to focus on Liquid and Charu, the one couple who were not actually in a relationship. Rather, Liquid is constantly taking care of Charu, who is forever embroiled in relational turmoils with her jealous boyfriend. Keeping in mind this is a movie, Liquid went to great extent: finishing her work for her, helps her with her shopping as she sits in a saloon preparing to look sexy for her boyfriend.

When the film is playing them, a naughty song will play, a song which drives further and deeper the message the director intended:




Kutta means dog, and at the end of this post I have provided the lyrics in English and Mandarin.

It is not difficult to find guys acting as kuttas. In fact there are plenty of them, playing valet boys to their darlings. Take a walk in the mall and this point is larger than life.

Why is that guys are so easily manipulated? It seems most of them are nice persons, just wanting to please his fair lady but ended up doing too much too early, appearing to be desperate and in effect, giving away his power and position. Hence the saying "nice guys finish last".

Liquid was one of them. The rule in the film industry-that there should be as little sad endings as possible-means that he finally gives up on Charu, gets back with his boys and life. The film is quiet on the heartbreak, merely portraying Liquid crying his heart out, an inkling of the real pain the poor guy must have felt. We too are no strangers to tragic incidents where the guy simply could not shake off the girl and goes on to do terrible, sad things.

Liquid was lucky to have good friends by him. Vikrant literally threw a bucket of water at him when he took too long to recover and cried excessively.

If I would have it, guys must watch this film and at least grasp the idea of what a romantic relationship with a girl is all about. This is one of the few films who see romance from a guy's point of view. Properly watched and understood, it should at least check a guy before plunging headlong into the unknown waters of romance, and instead turn the focus on his maturity and readiness to commit to a relationship with the fairer, and signally, more matured, sex.


Kutta Lyrics

Dengada dangdang deng deng
Dengada dangdang deng deng
Dengada dangdang deng deng
Dengada dangdang deng deng
Dengada dangdang deng deng
(Hu..hu… )

Bandh gaya patta
Dekho ban gaya Kutta
Baandh ishq ka patta
Dekho ban gaya kutta
Bandh gaya patta
Dekho ban gaya Kutta
Baandh ishq ka patta
Dekho ban gaya kutta

Arrey muh mein aake chhote lag gaye
Poonchh pe golden gote
Arrey lag gaye chhote

Hai muh mein aake chhote lag gaye
Poonchh pe golden gote
Arrey lag gaye chhote

Kaisi hui ni joojh bin sare
muh ki moonchh
Dekho bhari jawani sheela maiyya
Kaisa iska funda

Bandh gaya patta
Dekho ban gaya Kutta
Baandh ishq ka patta
Dekho ban gaya kutta
Bandh gaya patta
Dekho ban gaya Kutta
Baandh ishq ka patta
Dekho ban gaya kutta
kutta kutta kutta

Wah Wah Wah
Ullu ke patte super kuthe ke bachche
Hamma hamma tie tie…
Gadhe ke poot yahaan mat moot
Gadhe ke poot yahaan mat moot
Sun le baat, Nahi toh teri maa ki choo..di..
Hun..kudne dali boti
Doodh bhi koi roti
Arrey pyaar se puchkara
Puchu puchu bol pukara
Aji pyaar se puchkara
Puchu puchu bol pukara
Tune samjha.. ke love Hai
Tu iska ab rab hai
Abhi baji jo ghanti
Entered wife and bunty
Don’t worry my friend Bunty
Tu aage sochsubjan hai
Woh koi tu to bachpan hai
Usne palkein jhapkai
Phir jhatt se collar layi
Maathe pe ki ik pappi garma garam
Mujh se chipki
Tu mujh ko hokar toota
Hanskar poochh hilayi
Baandh tujhe phir bunty sang odhi rajayi
Tu de raha tha pehra
Woh khol raha tha sehra
Woh baja raha tha, wah
Woh baja raha tha
Woh baja raha tha geet
Sound badi thi sweet
Woh baja raha tha, wah, Wah
Woh le gaya Note karara
Tujhko de gaya chillar chutta

Bandh gaya patta
Dekho ban gaya Kutta
Baandh ishq ka patta
Dekho ban gaya kutta
Bandh gaya patta
Dekho ban gaya Kutta
Baandh ishq ka patta
Dekho ban gaya kutta

Hai muh mein aake chhote lag gaye
Poonchh pe golden gote
Arrey lag gaye chhote

Kaisi hui ni joojh bin sare
muh ki moonchh
Dekho bhari jawani sheela maiyya
Kaisa iska funda

Bandh gaya patta
Dekho ban gaya Kutta
Baandh ishq ka patta
Dekho ban gaya kutta
Bandh gaya patta
Dekho ban gaya Kutta
Baandh ishq ka patta
Dekho ban gaya kutta
Bandh gaya patta
Dekho ban gaya Kutta
Baandh ishq ka patta
Dekho ban gaya kutta
Bandh gaya patta
Dekho ban gaya Kutta
Baandh ishq ka patta
Dekho ban gaya kutta
kutta kutta kutta….

The boy agreed. He's become a dog.
男孩同意变成狗
I've put collar on my neck and have become a dog.
戴上项圈变成狗
The boy agreed. He's become a dog.
男孩同意变成狗
I've put collar on my neck and have become a dog.
戴上项圈变成狗
The eyes became small and
眼睛眯得小又小
the tail was decorated with golden paper.
金色尾巴摇又摇
The eyes became small and
眼睛眯得小又小
the tail was decorated with golden paper.
金色尾巴摇又摇
What situation I've fallen into?
啥情况啊俺遇到？
I became old in youthful days.
年纪轻轻变衰老
The boy agreed. He became a dog.
男孩同意变成狗
I've put collar on my neck and have become a dog.
戴上项圈变成狗
The boy agreed. He became a dog.
男孩同意变成狗
I've put collar on my neck and have become a dog.
戴上项圈变成狗
You fool, listen to me.
你个白痴听我讲
You'll ruin yourself. Listen to me.
你自己硬要上当
You are a donkey.
你个蠢驴听我讲
Listen to me or go to hell.
不然把你射墙上
They threw a bone..
她们赏你根骨头
They soaked the rolled bread in the milk.
她们赏你碗稀粥
She loved me and called me lovingly.
她爱我叫我达令
She loved me and called me lovingly.
她爱我叫我达令
You thought..
你认为。。。
..It is love and you are her God.
这就是爱你是神
When the doorbell rang. Her boyfriend Bunty entered inside.
铃响闯进她男友
You tried to run, but she said you are best friend.
她说你只是好友
She gestured me with
秋波暗送你别走
her eyes and brought a collar immediately.
戴上项圈好狗狗
She kissed me on my forehead and embraced me.
她亲亲前额再抱抱
You became happy and started wagging your tail.
开心的你尾巴摇
She tied you in the corner and slept with Bunty.
狗狗拴在屋角站
You were sitting there and watching. He was unveiling her.
看着她俩滚床单
He was having a good time.
他很性福他很爽
He was having a good time. She was darn sweet.
他很性福他很爽，缝补甜蜜她很忙
He was having a good time. - Wow.
他很性福他很爽—噢
He took the note from you..
他接过你的支票
..And gave you change.
..回头找你点小钞
I've put collar on my neck and have become a dog.
戴上项圈变成狗
The boy agreed. He became a dog.
男孩同意变成狗
I've put collar on my neck and have become a dog.
戴上项圈变成狗
I've put collar on my neck and have become a dog.
戴上项圈变成狗
The boy agreed. He became a dog.
男孩同意变成狗

Taken from:
Kutta lyrics
Translation

Childhood - Frances Cornford

I used to think that grow-up people chose

To have stiff backs and wrinkles around their nose,

And veins like small fat snakes on either hand,

On purpose to be grand.

Till through the banisters I watched one day

My great-aunt Etty's friend who was going away.

And how her onyx beads had come unstrung.

I saw her grope to find them as they rolled;

And the I knew that she was helplessly old,

As I was helplessly young. 

Ostracism

They say no man is an island. They actually mean it. That is why ostracism is a form of social punishment available, one of the harshest I think,to mete out to an individual for upsetting the established order.

Having been at the receiving end of it, it is easy for me to identify when another is taking punishment. The older you are, the more you feel it. For a guy to be ostracised it is almost like being emasculated. For girls and their delicate lady feelings, it should be worse not being accepted and living like an outcast under the blank stares of fellow peers.

Ostracism is, truly, a tyranny of the majority. Never mind the reasons, ostracism reveals the inadequate mechanisms of society to deal with the problems of an individual. I call people who impose this punishment, whatever the reasons, the Mean Majority.

Empathy is empty when one is in the majority, yet disagreeing with what is going on.

Do everyone else a favour; don't ever ostracise. You never know, it could be you one day.

Little chicken

It has to be a coincidence that after blogging about the absence of debates in the Malaysian political landscape, DAP and MCA are soon locked in an engagement to debate each other, with Lim Guan Eng and Chua Soi Lek representing each party.

The Star online wrote about this here.

Ok, this is just another sparring between both sides at the upper political echelon. What has got the attention of young Malaysians in grips these days?

The KFC brawl? More accurately an assault, since the Chinese fella did not retaliate with force.

The 28-second video has gone viral, it's true. I did not take time to read the various comments posted, but it is apparent that racism pervades throughout the episode, forcing the parties involved, both victim and witness, to come forward and clarify the non-existence of racism.

For those who hoped that the younger generation would be better than they were and not taken in by racism, this must be most disappointing indeed. Before our very eyes, we see strangers of Chinese and Malay youngsters bashing each other on the Net, solid evidence of racism trickled down from our the politics of our fathers' generations.

One day, the leaders we see today will be replaced. If the citizens of this nation do not experience a paradigm shift and continue to muddle in unprofitable bickering, fuelled by ugly racism, it does not bode well for this country and those who have her best interests at heart. Politicians will always dance to the tune of the electorate, and where there are racists, there are racist leaders.

Only a minority adopted different views of this KFC issue, the majority adopting the racist approach. Be it Chinese scolding Malays or Malays bashing Chinese, both are guilty of racism. I have always heard grumblings that Malays are racially prejudiced against the rest, but racism can only happen if both sides allow it to spiral.

I prefer the view that it is rather pathetic to wait an hour for fried chicken. I do not know why and how, but I find a society to be ill when its members are willing to wait for an hour for a franchise's food. Has capitalism conquered us to our very core, that we must, by hook or crook, have the putative product? And when we don't, we anger ourselves and vent it out against others, leading to fracas.

Coming back home to Malaysia, I hope all Malaysian youngsters to see the entire issue as not centring on the colour of our skin, but a piece of chicken that was not there. Racism is but the ugly guise of capitalism having conquered us as a society.

When there was no chicken, plus an hour already wasted, we've got nothing else better to do but to raise our voice and be angry, angry over a chicken. Then we go back to our rooms and share that pitiful picture of starving African kids, topping it all with an emphatic status update.

It's a good thing this debate is coming along, aired nationally. Every Mandarin speaker should watch it. We need to wise up.

"If you wish to be brothers, drop your weapons." -Pope John Paul II

"The Love of a Dog" - George Graham Vest

George Graham Vest was Senator for Missouri from 1879 to 1903 and one of the leading orators of his time. Earlier, when he practised law, he gave this speech in court while representing a man who was suing another for killing his dog. Vest ignored the testimony and concentrated on the loyalty of dogs, so being an early exponent of the art of appealing to the emotions of the jury rather than letting the facts get in the way.

Gentlemen of the Jury: The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. 

The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death.

Why you no debate?

I was browsing through Youtube and happened to come across various clips featuring the debate between Anwar Ibrahim and Shabery Cheek on the hike of fuel prices, 3 years ago.

A quick memory scan and one would find the lack of debates on national issues very glaring in the Malaysian political landscape.

Our political scenarios have been given flowery monikers due to sensational issues being revealed, exploited and splashed in the papers. Some compare Malaysian politics to a plot in a Bollywood movie, or a Hollywood script. We have the cheating husband caught on video with his pants off literally, the sodomy giver and taker, the suicidal husband-father-would-be, and what have you.

If these people were not in charge of our bread and butter issues they make for excellent jokes and scandals. They will serve to be ideal distraction from our daily routines and schedules, taking our minds off for a bit to laugh at their feats.

But alas, they are in charge and that is no laughing matter.

Debates are a signal feature of a democracy. The lack of of it is, therefore, a telling indicator of that democracy's health and maturity, the extent and direction of its growth. We have many politicians from both sides feeding citizens with different issues and different interpretations. We used to have politicians talking and debating about them in a formal setting.

Today, issues with the likes of sodomy, corruption, and scandals bug Malaysians for their votes. The setback of these issues is that they are contagious and subject to so many interpretations. One sodomy and a whole kampung erupts, while another city sleeps on. Yet what does this one sodomy has to do with how parents are going to put food on the table for their children?

In a democracy the people decide. They call the shots. I agree that it is not like that all the time, but the electorate does play a crucial role for any aspiring political party. A politician would not act contrary to the wishes of his constituents, as his political career is dependent on their approval. A straight example would be this: a politician in a Chinese-majority seat would never, ever, commit the mistake of, or do with purpose, the act of giving out white ang-pows to the Chinese people.

Therefore, if our politicians are not debating, but instead pass their time trying to make the other side look bad, then perhaps it is the fault of the electorate. If our politicians do not offer viable solutions to the woes of this nation, but instead play to sentiments and emotions, then perhaps it is the fault of the voters, for politicians survive at the approval or disapproval of the people.

My point is this: it is time to demand politicians to come clean and defend their policies with facts and figures. Let both sides debate, let the people decide whose ideas they prefer at the end of the day. I say we do away with non-issues like white ang-pows, and start looking at problems like oil and gas prices, inflation and house costs in the eye.

Let these debates be aired on national airtime and publicised widely. We have heard enough of one-sided ceramahs and their pokings at each other. Let both sides face the public and, like college students, give a presentation on how they intend to run the country.

May the best man wins.

Respect for and from elders

In orthodox Oriental school of thought, youngsters are indoctrinated to accord respect to elders, and for good reason: elders are older and are regarded to have had been through a lot more in life, hence the adage, or rather, bravado, that the salt I consumed is much more than the grains of rice you've eaten, and that the bridges I have crossed are more than the straight roads you've walked.

I think the reasons for such thought are sound and pragmatic, but today's context is indisputably much different and complex. Not necessarily more enlightened, but certainly much different. Any experiences, lessons and principles from the past must be seen with today's spectacles or risk being obsolete and eventually, elimination. This may include refining said principle by not observing it in toto, much to the indignation of conservatives and fundamentalists.

It is a trend common among most youngsters, dubbed insolence by the older generation, where respect is not naturally given anymore. Today's generation are much influenced by the notion that respect needs to be earned, not given blindly. We marvel when respect is conferred without recognition. We are puzzled when they speak of incurring wrath from above if there are no manners. We get impatient when a beloved parent quietly takes punishment from his or her parent while it is killing them inside.

I find blind respect a most distasteful thing, for starters. If respect comes from knowing a person and discovering gems of admirable personality traits, then blind respect comes from personal choice. A choice to keep respecting, no matter how uninspiring the receiver is. It is a noble thing, to be sure, most educating and edifying. Yet the same adjectives cannot be used for today's young persons, and they constitute the majority.