The song on my lips:- Emotional अत्याचार from the upcoming movie Dev D. After seemingly endless incursions of non-sensical lyrics in bollywood from Mai Tee Thri to Talli ho gayi, here's something engrossingly creative in conceptualization as well as in execution. The bungling of linguistics be pardoned but the tadka of sadistic humor in the apparently cliched heartbreak hotel songs genre of bollywood seems a queer adaptation and higher order pursuance of the "Shahrukh-Six Pack" dance number Dard-e-Disco. Kudos to this new generation of lyricists for bringing a fourth-dimension to the hitherto bleary-eyed heartbreak tracks. It's innocuously funny and hugely enjoyable.
It's the return of the nerds it appears. We linguistically word-perfect people had barely recovered from the demise of the grossly funny former US Prez, George W. Bush (n. Founder and creator of Bushisms) that the US Attorney General arrived at the center stage to continue from where Mr. Bush had left, solemnly reading out the Presidential Oath to President-elect Barack Obama as the President to the United states. Gross. Reminds me of a very famous Hindi Teacher in my school, who I shall refrain from naming, who once loudly ordained to the class, "Open the windows, let the climate came in!" or her more famous rebuke when our Principal, referred to as Father used to be on his patrol, "Silence children, Father has just passed away!". Or my distant uncle on my dad's side, who while flaunting his new pad, proclaimed, "See, this is our sting room (sitting room was what he meant) and this is my big hole (hall, he meant)". I was dismayed when Karan Johar used the same euphemism in his film Kal Ho na Ho. But probably it is amongst the commonest errors we have to face, though obscenely funny in the double entendre it creates.
If we move aside from the funny quotations people unwillingly author, we see that humour exists in the seemingly mundane surroundings though perennially under a sub-cutaneous layer. At home, at office, at the bus stop, on television, we face situations which make us smile through our wine glasses, but most of us are so entangled in the web of our own existence that we manage to turn a blind eye and move on. Observing the art of stand-up comics be it Jay Leno, VirDas or any of the burgeoning new finds of reality shows, what strikes me is that almost all of them derive their comic scripts from day to day life, from situations and people most of us encounter almost at every nook and corner. It is only their perspective to pick at them without hurting any sentiments. It is an accepted fact that jokes are made in bulk in India on the simplistic clan of Sikhs and all around the world on pouting, pirouetting blondes. Sikhs are amusingly funny in their antics but probably because I have never seen any other religion which is so simplistic and so welcoming, nestled in the pure moral of community service. Similarly blondes have, for ages borne the brunt of jokes, sometimes rude jokes also, but everyone knows that there is no scientific theorem which states blondes are any less intelligent. But the point of emphasis is that humour is a straight lift from what we perceive during our normal existence.
Probably the explanation for this is the fact that all problems, all worries are routed from life itself, so the easiest way to alleviate all problems must also be sourced from life itself. So shun the worries, look for humor in choleric times, condemn yourself to happiness, bring the giggles on.. Great life!