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Bull!
That's what "gooli" means. I learned the word because we were heading down the dirt-road, which is a shortcut to the Embassy Golf Links office park, and we passed a tiny shrine, in front of which was a little painted, plaster/wood/metal bull.
"Channa, I don't want to forget to ask you for a word today. How do you say, 'Bull' in Kannada?"
"Gooli, Ma'am."
Pimped Ride
We shouted this exchange with each other because Hertz "pimped Channa's ride;" this morning, he arrived with a huge sound system all over the inside of it.
"I locked all the doors one by one today," he said.
Whenever I drive in a city myself, I always keep my doors locked, but he hadn't done it in Bangalore, so I hadn't either...till today. I guess the sound system might be too tempting to resist.
You can hear us coming now and the floor tickles the soles of my shoes, since the bass is reverberating through it.
On the way, we listened to Hindi hits and smiled nearly the whole time. I couldn't wait to go home.
"Channa, this is very bindaas of you," I said.
He smiled proudly.
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Showing posts with label Hindi pop music. Show all posts
Friday, November 30, 2007
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Play On!
The postings on this site are my own and don’t necessarily represent IBM’s positions, strategies or opinions.
Bollywood Guiltless Pleasures
I've collected these favorites over a number of recent Fitness Center sessions. Jestin spots weight-lifters, and helps me with the spelling of the titles because I can't always recall the Hindi words after 30 minutes. Jestin also tells me to go to Planet M on Brigade Road if I want to find the best selection of Bollywood DVDs.
Music and music videos are my special pleasure so far, in addition to our friend Chitra and the exquisite food at the hotel. And tonight, on the way home, on Radio Indigo, I heard Brittany Spears do a marvelous cover of a Joan Jett song. This morning, I heard a male singer cover the Pointer Sisters' "Fire" amazingly. And Nickelback(sp?) has a great song, "Rockstar," not to be confused with a hit from a couple of weeks ago, "Party Like a Rockstar."
Our friend wanted us to go see "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" on Friday night, but I told her, "Pat and I like to pretend we can have a regular Sabbath on Friday nights when possible." And this afternoon, I received an instant message, asking that I spend Saturday at a career development event. I'm proud that I said I had another commitment.
Coming here, I knew that observing the Sabbath was going to need to be dispensible sometimes, but I don't want to dispense with it every Friday and Saturday.
It's beyond bedtime and I wish I could write in my sleep.
Bollywood Guiltless Pleasures
I've collected these favorites over a number of recent Fitness Center sessions. Jestin spots weight-lifters, and helps me with the spelling of the titles because I can't always recall the Hindi words after 30 minutes. Jestin also tells me to go to Planet M on Brigade Road if I want to find the best selection of Bollywood DVDs.
Music and music videos are my special pleasure so far, in addition to our friend Chitra and the exquisite food at the hotel. And tonight, on the way home, on Radio Indigo, I heard Brittany Spears do a marvelous cover of a Joan Jett song. This morning, I heard a male singer cover the Pointer Sisters' "Fire" amazingly. And Nickelback(sp?) has a great song, "Rockstar," not to be confused with a hit from a couple of weeks ago, "Party Like a Rockstar."
Our friend wanted us to go see "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" on Friday night, but I told her, "Pat and I like to pretend we can have a regular Sabbath on Friday nights when possible." And this afternoon, I received an instant message, asking that I spend Saturday at a career development event. I'm proud that I said I had another commitment.
Coming here, I knew that observing the Sabbath was going to need to be dispensible sometimes, but I don't want to dispense with it every Friday and Saturday.
It's beyond bedtime and I wish I could write in my sleep.
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