<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7181766873897166593</id><updated>2012-01-08T09:11:26.739-08:00</updated><category term='Bollywood Review'/><category term='Bollywood movie Review'/><title type='text'>Potpurrie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181766873897166593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Potpourrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04665419227899107588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iw-h3EiMy70/SMtqfMc-i5I/AAAAAAAAAtE/un4TWeYcFE0/S220/img028.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7181766873897166593.post-3212275501642135842</id><published>2010-07-25T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T05:24:24.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood movie Review'/><title type='text'>WORST PATHETIC EVER SPOOF OF A SCREENPLAY/ MOVIE-Raavan.</title><content type='html'>Written by God knows who, all I know if Mani Rathnam of Roja fame directed it. Starring Vikram as Dev, jr Bachchan as Beera and Mrs. jr as Ragini, Govinda as Sanjeevani&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Adapted from the Ramayan, it has Super of Police, Mr. Dev along with Barbie doll wife Ragini coming down to a Godforsaken village called laal Maatti which has been terrorized by Beera aka Raavan. If anyone can kill Beera it is SP Dev. We commence with Beera kidnapping Ragini so that the movie may jump to a start and Dev has something to do other than polish his Ray Ban shades and tweak his moustache.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Scene1:&lt;br /&gt;[Ragini in a row boat enjoying the nature, sees Beera's boat approaching her a tad too late]&lt;br /&gt;Ragini - Row Row Row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily merrily merrily merrily, life is but a ..............................Scream&lt;br /&gt;Beera - I am now going to abduct you ...Scrrreaaammmm&lt;br /&gt;[The two boats collide :&lt;br /&gt;CRASH BOOM BANG...Font Size 36 SPLOSHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;[Ragini all tied up and gagged in Beera's boat sends up a silent prayer] -"Thanks L'Oreal for waterproof makeup"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Scene2:&lt;br /&gt;[In camp commando]&lt;br /&gt;tring tring. Hello Hello, Sir! Sir! your Mrs has been kidnapped by Beera.&lt;br /&gt;SP Dev - How irritating. Now I suppose I have to show appropriate emotions on my face.Life is tough.&lt;br /&gt;100 men to catch Beera -check, 1 flimsy map of region-check, ammunition-check, my Ray Ban glares-check check check.&lt;br /&gt;Ok am ready, let's go in the general direction of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[SP Dev and his men are at the start of the jungle only to discover that there is a gate with No Trespassers sign on it and a human trying to pass of as a monkey guarding it.]&lt;br /&gt;Dev's men : Open the gate in the name of the law. (Like if you didn't open that flimsy barrier, we couldn't get thru, huh)&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeevani (the human who embarrasses monkeys):If you are SP saab and you have a wife who has been kidnapped by Beera and if you let me drink and drive, I will be your guide-FOKATT!!&lt;br /&gt;Dev: Cool hop in! BTW how is it that every Tom Dick and Harry in these parts , except me, knew that my wife had been kidnapped by Beera?&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeevani : Well the husband is always the last to know SP saab!&lt;br /&gt;Scene3: &lt;br /&gt;[Meanwhile, well positioned on a rock overlooking a waterfall Beera and Ragini are trying to get their expressions right]&lt;br /&gt;Beera : Hands up!&lt;br /&gt;Ragini: Queasy kiya re, oh Queasy, Queasy kiya re..&lt;br /&gt;Beera - Whaaaaaaaaaaatt!!! Kya mei (Finally, OMG!!!!) baap banne wala hoon?&lt;br /&gt;Ragini - No stupid, am just getting so repulsed by ur pock marked, beardy face, i'd rather jump in these falls than get shot by someone as ugly as you.&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3 jump....aaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;[Beera scrambling down....spots Madam hanging from a tree..plop into the water...]&lt;br /&gt;Beera - This one's to silence the critics-It's true my wife can't act to save her life, at least she can jump to save her life! &lt;br /&gt;[Ragini opens eyes] - Cheesy but true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[And now they have to climb up exactly the way the came down in spite of there being hundred other ways to ascend.]&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- You know I've had to scramble up and down this awful waterfall multiple times for the Kannada, Tamil, English and Hindi versions of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Beera - How DUMB! didn't Mani saar realise that you can't anyways be heard above the noise of the waterfall. (Point to be noted for next movie saar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4&lt;br /&gt;[Back in Tribal Village: ]&lt;br /&gt;Mangal -Hey Brother (though not from the same mother), weren't you supposed to shoot her? &lt;br /&gt;Beera - Oh ya tx for the reminder.&lt;br /&gt;Slap, Slap, Slap (make up being slapped on by Beera and his men)&lt;br /&gt;Ragini-Say, why are you guys smearing that gooey white stuff on ur faces?&lt;br /&gt;Beera-We always apply make up before shooting our victims&lt;br /&gt;Mangal-Here, try some madam ji!&lt;br /&gt;Ragini-Thanks but no thanks! FYI am already wearing 4 layers of L'Oreal pancake for my no-make look in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;Am also wearing smudge proof, rain proof, sweat n sun proof eyeliner &amp; mascara not to forget 14 hour (!!!) long lasting&lt;br /&gt;lipstick - all by L'oreal.  Beneath the pancake I have on Ultra Whitening make up base so that no matter how much you make me trek thru the sun&lt;br /&gt;i'll look as fresh and white as a lily, what's more so can you, (even tho' you're not worth it)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beera [pressing palms to ears] -yakety yak Yakety yak Chakakaakaka Growl scream snarl ! &lt;br /&gt;Ragini (looking impressed): Where did you pick all this up from? It's so Low Society.&lt;br /&gt;Beera- From Avatar&lt;br /&gt;Ragini: Oh well in that case it's hip and cool and am gonna copy you right there!&lt;br /&gt;Screem Screeeeeeeeeeem&lt;br /&gt;GoD,can she scream! Someone catch her and shoot fast&lt;br /&gt;123...Tu CHEEEZ badi hai mast mast- CLICK.&lt;br /&gt;Scene 5 :&lt;br /&gt;[By some miracle the above shot picture lands in the newspaper and in the hands of SP saab who is sitting in some godforesaken part of the forest]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dev-I am the only SP in the whole world who can read the newspaper front side back. &lt;br /&gt;I also have this quirky habit from childhood of boring holes in paper with burning cigarette tips&lt;br /&gt;But now boys we need need to onward press. Hemant, you stay here, be off guard so that you may be captured and tortured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 6:&lt;br /&gt;[Hemant is duly captured and tortured by Beera and his men, brought to their hideout and that's where Ragini finds him]&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- ooooooooohhh I know him, he's Hemant! He's innocent. Let him go..and me too (wink;)&lt;br /&gt;Beera- Nooooooo..you don't know..many monsoons ago yadayadayada....it was my sister (tho not from the same mother)'s wedding&lt;br /&gt;Flasback...Allow me to sing the song and dance the dance from the wedding so that you may visualise more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;[Many hours later....]&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- Great! For all those growls and snarls you sure are a neat narrator!&lt;br /&gt;Beera - That's not all! Your Godly hubby tried to shoot me during my sister's wedding and this Hemant here with his cop buddies gang raped her&lt;br /&gt;Now go figure if I am Ravan or Robin Hood!&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- WOW, I mean this is SOOOO UN-EPICAL. But more importantly, for this scene, how the HELL am I supposed to (re)act? Mani saar help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mani Rathnam: See, Ragineee, Just imagine that you have been constipated for 14 days and tons of Isabgol later you finally need to answer nature's call&lt;br /&gt;but there is no bathroom nearby.&lt;br /&gt;Ragini: Brilliant ! Only Mani saar can explain a scene this way. No wonder you are India's topmost director. I worship you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 7:&lt;br /&gt;[Many days later (to be concrete 13 but who knows, who cares by now the viewer's condition&lt;br /&gt;has been reduced to that of Prem in Andaz Apna Apna in you know which scene) Ragini is sunning herself when an ape like figure pops up beside her]&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeevani: Pranaam bhabi jee.&lt;br /&gt;Ragini: Sorry wrong number.&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeevani: No No I have been sent by your husband Dev.&lt;br /&gt;Ragini: How can I trust you? Do you have any "nishaani" of my husband?&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeevani : [Blushing] Kya aap bhi bhabijee...oh that way..Oh ya..he has in fact sent his precious pair of Ray Ban shades!&lt;br /&gt;Ragini: [Cuddling the RayBan shades] Why didn't he come himself?&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeevani: As you know bhabijee, he never travels without his Ray Ban so it was a catch 22 situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[At that precise moment, they are caught and brought in front of Beera]&lt;br /&gt;Beera: hmmm, can someone convince me that he will go as a messenger of peace with this cartoon character to SP Dev?&lt;br /&gt;Else I will have to force ppl to volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;Hariya: I will go to meet the SP, am not a child any more. I just stopped bed wetting last night.&lt;br /&gt;Beera: No don't go~~&lt;br /&gt;Hariya: No let me go~~~&lt;br /&gt;Beera: Nooooooo don't go~~&lt;br /&gt;Hariya: Nooooooo Let me gooo~~&lt;br /&gt;Beera: OK GO!&lt;br /&gt;Scene 8:&lt;br /&gt;[In Camp Commando, Sanjeevani is back with Hariya ]:&lt;br /&gt;Dev: Aree O Sanjeevani, kitne aadmi the?&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeevani: Arree mei Virar ka chokra, mereko ek tak hi ginti aati hai, toh ek ko leke aya hoon. Hariya.&lt;br /&gt;Dev: Come out Hariya. My revolver is not loaded, see?&lt;br /&gt;Hariya: I saw and am coming out...uh oh stop shooting me you fool&lt;br /&gt;[Bang Bang...Hariya is dead. By the same miracle that put the photo in the newspaper and the newspaper on SP Dev's desk,&lt;br /&gt;Hariya's bullet ridden body is found by Beera and his men and so war is declared ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene9:&lt;br /&gt;[Atop a wood cum rope bridge which symbolises the Rama Setu, Beera and SP Dev are fighting: Dishkyaon Shishkyaon]&lt;br /&gt;Beera: Hah, try and kill me, I have 10 heads in this movie and you appear to have none, else WHY THE %#$^&amp;* would you have killed Hariya whilst your wife was in my captivity?&lt;br /&gt;Dev: Don't try and distract me by quizzing me on this God Forsaken bridge which is going to collapse any moment.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I repeatedly flunked logic in college which is why I became a policeman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Crackkkkkkkkk...the bridge gives way, to cut a yaaaaawng story short, Beera appears and then disappears then Dev appears and he and Ragini are re-united&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 10: [A train with Dev and Ragini, going awway from Lal Maatti]&lt;br /&gt;Dev: Why are you wearing white? Is it the guilt from the jilt?&lt;br /&gt;Ragini: Ok now you're gonna ask me if he touched me, right? yes, YES ! He has touched me, here [pointing to heart]&lt;br /&gt;Dev: Relax, this is not Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam. Woman, you really need to act FAST and HOW. Now if you DON"T stop sulking and quickly deny that there&lt;br /&gt;was something between the two of you, I will PERSONALLY pull the chain, push you outta that train and make you lead me upto Beera,&lt;br /&gt;SO THAT I CAN SHOOT HIM ONCE AND FOR ALL AND END THIS PATHETIC MOVIE AND THEN I DON'T CARE IF YOU JUMP AFTER HIM IN THE HOGENAKKAL FALLS OR THE NIGARA FALLS............&lt;br /&gt;Over and Out.&lt;br /&gt;-An exhausted Manorama Ukidve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7181766873897166593-3212275501642135842?l=potpurrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3212275501642135842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7181766873897166593&amp;postID=3212275501642135842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>THE LIMERICKY REVOLTING REVELATION OF THE ORIGIN OF SCRAMBLED EGG:</title><content type='html'>THE LIMERICKY REVOLTING REVELATION OF THE ORIGIN OF SCRAMBLED EGG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty, a very plump lil fella,&lt;br /&gt;looked outa the window  an' snatched his umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waxed his moustache and straightened his bow tie,&lt;br /&gt;And stuffed his pockets with leftover blackbird pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kicked open his door and drew a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;Was it too much pie or HAD HE JUST SMELT DEATH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one to be deterred, he popped a pink pill,&lt;br /&gt;And carefully proceeded to baby-step down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On reaching the town, oh what a procession,&lt;br /&gt;Apparently royalty is never affected by recession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Queen was out, in all her glory&lt;br /&gt;If I start to describe it, that'll be another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being bored to death in her fly-infested den,&lt;br /&gt;She was leading the kings horses and also the king's men ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royal eyes darting here and there like a talent scout,&lt;br /&gt;They finally rested on a figure obscenely stout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a wall with an air so reflective;&lt;br /&gt;He could've been mistaken for a certain Belgian detective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Queen was out on a not-so-secret mission,&lt;br /&gt;She was hell bent on breaking the royal tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For how long could a woman stuff herself with honey and bread?&lt;br /&gt;And the occasional entertaintment being - Off with his head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the king, thanks to pie, was spilling out of his clothes&lt;br /&gt;And the maid never failed to complain of her swollen nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was up to her, to spice up life and larder,&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with a royal IQ she would have to try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here on the wall, was her muse.&lt;br /&gt;No time to lose,must rustle up a ruse.&lt;br /&gt;There- perfect! he'staking a snooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having crept up from behind,armed with just a plume,&lt;br /&gt;She tickled him and laughed wickedly - as he fell to his doom,&lt;br /&gt;Womb to tomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That he'd smash on the road is a bit too predictable,&lt;br /&gt;Lets say instead he ended up at the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he scrambled to his fall (as only an egg can),&lt;br /&gt;Someone expertly stuck out a frying pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete with pepper, salt and hot oil,&lt;br /&gt;Cooked to a fluff, then wrapped in silver foil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The court held it's breath as the king took a nibble,&lt;br /&gt;And people tried to regulate their drool to a steady dribble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as his face broke out in a beam of delight,&lt;br /&gt;Thousands scrambled in, all eager for a bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened thereafter is anyone's guess&lt;br /&gt;The court was in disaray, the king was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's not forget Humpty and his contribution to gastronomy,&lt;br /&gt;Scrambling was in his nature - what failed him was ergonomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -Manorama Ukidve&lt;br /&gt;( Lunch break 25th Feb 2010- the author has since, given up eating eggs - scrambled or otherwise).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7181766873897166593-5656996872499465789?l=potpurrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5656996872499465789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7181766873897166593&amp;postID=5656996872499465789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood movie Review'/><title type='text'>Director's cut - Read on as a director trashes his own movie</title><content type='html'>An "ahem"...honest write up - in his very own words-Lajjo Hilani, the director of 3 idiots on his very original box office record breaking movie and the characters....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rub a dub dub 3 idiots in a tub .....&lt;br /&gt;It's not a tub, ..it's actually 3 different barrels, you see&lt;br /&gt;Because errr...whatever else I was inspired by&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't homosexuality&lt;br /&gt;Half the movie's budget went in making the heros' look half their age&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth it and as predicted it's become the rage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To iron out wrinkles- a roadroller over his face followed by a lawnmover over his head,&lt;br /&gt;Gave Aamir his gurkha look, plus of course the weight he shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though we had him started out as a dhokla-eating- gujju, Aamir kind of changed the script...&lt;br /&gt;And now I have Javed Jafferi hot on my heels...suing me for a cameo so nondescript..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madhavan begged to be Ramaswamy Iyyer-- but I challanged him to do the Farhan bit,&lt;br /&gt;At least am proud of the fact that he added to the definition of the word "misfit"..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis-fit reminds me that his liposuction bills are due,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want history repeating itself a la Bipasha Basu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharman did not need any acting workshop, to pull of his role..&lt;br /&gt;In fact he was so good, some unit guys almost gave him a tin bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of his family is shown in sepia tones,&lt;br /&gt;Which signifies they are buried to the neck in student loans,&lt;br /&gt;Add to that, giving kareena competition, are his old man's bones,&lt;br /&gt;And that my dear in Bollywood establishes the poverty zones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make Kareena appear convincing as a doc, was a task herculean!&lt;br /&gt;how was I to know that, like her size, her IQ too would be boolean :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not Viru Sahasrabuddhe's fault that his character is confused- his script got blurred during dry cleaning&lt;br /&gt;Else he would have definitely given "stiff","upper lip" and "konkasnastha Brahmin" a whole new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;He really is my favorite man and can play any character with ease,&lt;br /&gt;But his make up man is to be blamed if he's come out looking like an ageing Charlie Chaplin suffering from some undescribable disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though how 2 sikhnis were born in the house of Sahasrabuddhe is what struck me in retrospect,&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...too bad I could have shown a virus killing of their infidel mother....with the dean of course as prime suspect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that would have been too predictable and am a man who never lacks an original idea,&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some Indian authors who suffer from publicity diarrhea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aamir has answered SRK's show of 6 pack with a show of BOTOX,&lt;br /&gt;If that does not silence SRK and Farah Khan, the rest of my supporting cast is ready with their buttox..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what Do i tell you of my passion for the backside- it's too glorious to be hidden,&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to the censor board we had to invest in whole sale VIP coz free show was forbidden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh bole "Andar ki baat ko Andar hi rehne do..&lt;br /&gt;Ek VIP ke saath ek cotton "tauliya" muft lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(both came in handy as you know, during the Aal iz WELL song shoot,&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have found a replacement for the Get well Soon bhoot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second passion if you haven't guessed it yet; is filming of loos&lt;br /&gt;Front shot,side shot, maybe if i am lucky, some aerial views!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So great was my obsession that i took a panga that could have incurred the Indian Public's ire&lt;br /&gt;(I almost dared to flush down the toilet, ashes from a funeral pyre !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ..am a man who practices Gundagiri and Gandhigiri in equal measure&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, I also come under great pressure..&lt;br /&gt;Then I scrouge around the internet for some jokes for the masses&lt;br /&gt;And stuff up cotton in my ears least the feeling passes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Abhijit (Joshi) is always there with a bright idea or two&lt;br /&gt;And i believe in err...giving credit where credit is due&lt;br /&gt;It was his input to show Maddy taking shots of the pups in a manner oh so painstaking,&lt;br /&gt;That the public will no doubt put 2 and 2 together and say voila!! that's a WildLife Photographer in the making!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am geting carried away.. must not forget the smaller shrimps in my zest&lt;br /&gt;Like Millimeter, Centimeter and the man on whose underpants the whole of Unites States seems to rest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very serious note:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always my movie has an underlying message for all "Passion when combined with Applied Sciences leads to excellence"&lt;br /&gt;It is , by watching my movie (and not reading from a something something book) you can apply Engineering to your day to day life,&lt;br /&gt;and WAIT THERE"S MORE....by using my magic mantra AAL IZ WELL, you can even perform deliveries of live human babies on ping pong tables.&lt;br /&gt;(Just don't forget to smack that baby's BUTT !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAI HO ! (In the hope of an Oscar ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As told to Manorama Ukidve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer : To be taken in the light spilit. No offense to anyone dead or alive reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7181766873897166593-3606733573764849988?l=potpurrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3606733573764849988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7181766873897166593&amp;postID=3606733573764849988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181766873897166593/posts/default/3606733573764849988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181766873897166593/posts/default/3606733573764849988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/2010/01/directors-cut-read-on-as-director.html' title='Director&apos;s cut - Read on as a director trashes his own movie'/><author><name>Potpourrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04665419227899107588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iw-h3EiMy70/SMtqfMc-i5I/AAAAAAAAAtE/un4TWeYcFE0/S220/img028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7181766873897166593.post-4654868933948392308</id><published>2009-09-17T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:02:58.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bollywood time pass</title><content type='html'>Ramgarh mei bore ho rahi thi Basanti kuari,&lt;br /&gt;Gabbar ko goli ki bajay, Dharam pa ne use hi aank maari,&lt;br /&gt;Basanti angrezi mei sawal karti, Dharam pa Punjabi mei jawab dete,&lt;br /&gt;"Ghar me ek aur biwi hai" ye batane ke liye thoda Tamil hi seekh lete !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7181766873897166593-4654868933948392308?l=potpurrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4654868933948392308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7181766873897166593&amp;postID=4654868933948392308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181766873897166593/posts/default/4654868933948392308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181766873897166593/posts/default/4654868933948392308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/2009/09/bollywood-time-pass.html' title='Bollywood time pass'/><author><name>Potpourrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04665419227899107588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iw-h3EiMy70/SMtqfMc-i5I/AAAAAAAAAtE/un4TWeYcFE0/S220/img028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7181766873897166593.post-7963334253939492323</id><published>2009-07-14T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:23:45.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>office ki choti choti batein</title><content type='html'>office ka ek sadharan sa vidhanatmak din. Kal tay kiya ki 'compass heights' ki chath se jump maru. Waha neeche train ka station bhi hai. Socho toh kitna anmol tareeka hai khudkhushi ka...teesvi manzil se chalang lagao toh seeeeedha rail ki patri par gir padoge...aur saamne se aati hui train..DHADAK dhadak..DHADAK dhadak..(ye train nahi, mera dil tha). Phir.......Phir kya....ain waqt pe yaad aya: waha se toh train underground se jaati hai.&lt;br /&gt;....Ek aur din ... sadharan sa...office mei..shuru hua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7181766873897166593-7963334253939492323?l=potpurrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7963334253939492323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7181766873897166593&amp;postID=7963334253939492323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181766873897166593/posts/default/7963334253939492323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181766873897166593/posts/default/7963334253939492323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/2009/07/office-ki-choti-choti-batein.html' title='office ki choti choti batein'/><author><name>Potpourrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04665419227899107588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iw-h3EiMy70/SMtqfMc-i5I/AAAAAAAAAtE/un4TWeYcFE0/S220/img028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7181766873897166593.post-5342743987885684101</id><published>2009-02-18T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:24:35.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Review'/><title type='text'>MOVIE REVIEW : BILLU (BARBER)</title><content type='html'>MOVIE NAME:BILLU BARBER&lt;br /&gt;STAR CAST: SRK&lt;br /&gt;IRFAN KHAN (Billu)&lt;br /&gt;,Lara Dutta (Wife of Billu)&lt;br /&gt;Billu’s children&lt;br /&gt;Supporting cast (The usual Priyadarshan troupe)&lt;br /&gt;Dancers (Priyanka , Deepika,Kareena and so on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story i have heard from grandma&lt;br /&gt;Of krishna and his friend Sudama&lt;br /&gt;A night time story telling session which is grannie's ritual&lt;br /&gt;Is now being taken over by Bollywood? I hope it does not become habitual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so if we do a FastForward now to the silver screen&lt;br /&gt;(Billu barber Verdict-Neither here nor there but something in between.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time ,the date is unknown..&lt;br /&gt;Stood a village in India, in the northern zone,&lt;br /&gt;Could be easily mistaken for a bollywood set&lt;br /&gt;(Perhaps a reject from Jab We Met)&lt;br /&gt;Green fields ,wide rivers and mountains brown&lt;br /&gt;(Come here if you are recovering from a nervous breakdown)&lt;br /&gt;The village also boasted of a commercial space,&lt;br /&gt;Where all trades flourished at their own pace&lt;br /&gt;It spread across at least an acre&lt;br /&gt;with the butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also had 2 barber shops&lt;br /&gt;(In one of which our protagonist Billu sits and chops)&lt;br /&gt;Business was slack, just here n there a trim,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday was recession, the situation was grim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this wasn't all he had a nag for a wife,&lt;br /&gt;AND 2 kids and they were after his life.&lt;br /&gt;She kept on and on about how life was lowly,&lt;br /&gt;Never mind her washboard abs or Manish Malhotra designer choli.&lt;br /&gt;But a man with his self respect can never his pride pawn,&lt;br /&gt;And sigh yaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwnnnnn...life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the people in the village had a strange vice,&lt;br /&gt;It was neither the races nor a game of dice.&lt;br /&gt;They faithfully caught every flick of King Khan,&lt;br /&gt;ALL walls bore His posters, albeit splattered with paan.&lt;br /&gt;(And those of us who love Him, and i know who all ;)&lt;br /&gt;He has 10 item numbers in this movie, so you're gonna have a ball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when He announces he wants to shoot in rural setting&lt;br /&gt;We know it's THIS village ha ha and no one's betting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas now life is not the same for our local zero,&lt;br /&gt;(Am talking of Billu, SRK is the movie's hero)&lt;br /&gt;For it seems that the two were best pals before the Khan's starry rise,&lt;br /&gt;No No just good friends, though one would be tempted to think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCH a scoop! But Billu keeps mum,&lt;br /&gt;He could have made hay, but he does not succumb.&lt;br /&gt;"HE is the ocean and i am but a drop",&lt;br /&gt;This does not keep his family from shouting it from the roof top&lt;br /&gt;Word spreads like wildfire and rumours are rife&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to his 2 children and his supermodel wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who was treated like a stray dog,&lt;br /&gt;Now the letters are reversed, Billu is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRK arrives in the village admist Z category security and  much fan fare&lt;br /&gt;(Beats me why Priyadarshan makes the villagers throw blank papers in the air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the pressure is on&lt;br /&gt;The whole village wants to meet the DON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so our Billu starts to feel the heat&lt;br /&gt;They catch him in his shop, they tear his clothes on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have trekked from wide and afar"&lt;br /&gt;And SRK IS after all your chaddi-yaar&lt;br /&gt;Intro nahi diya to mei mar jaunga&lt;br /&gt;Bhagwan na sahi, mei tera bhala kar jaunga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do see a rather half hearted attempt,&lt;br /&gt;And one that fills Billu with self contempt.&lt;br /&gt;To touch base with the King of Khans without playing further games&lt;br /&gt;(BTW King of Khans is what the back of SRK's jacket proclaims)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas Billu fails to contact the Khan and that's bad news&lt;br /&gt;It is as if all hell is let lose&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes to depicting hell,Priyadarshan is a master of his art,&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? It;s there in all his movies..just catch the last part.&lt;br /&gt;(Clothes are ripped off , furniture is broken&lt;br /&gt;People run helter skelter, nonsense dialogues are spoken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ah the masses are cruel whether it's real or reel&lt;br /&gt;They raise you, they drop you , they crush you under their heel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And so we assume that the Khan will never know&lt;br /&gt;That this very village houses his friend of yore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Or ...does he really know him -is he really his friend???&lt;br /&gt; This is what made ME watch the movie till the end!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In case through the course of the movie your patience diminishs, Mail me at &lt;a href="mailto:manorama.ukidve@gmail.com"&gt;manorama.ukidve@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;, I'll tell you how it finishes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;(No this is not the outcome of a bottle of wine,&lt;br /&gt; Rather , a whackonthehead from a friend of mine)~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7181766873897166593-5342743987885684101?l=potpurrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5342743987885684101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7181766873897166593&amp;postID=5342743987885684101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181766873897166593/posts/default/5342743987885684101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181766873897166593/posts/default/5342743987885684101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/2009/02/movie-review-billu-barber.html' title='MOVIE REVIEW : BILLU (BARBER)'/><author><name>Potpourrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04665419227899107588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iw-h3EiMy70/SMtqfMc-i5I/AAAAAAAAAtE/un4TWeYcFE0/S220/img028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7181766873897166593.post-3792690284334674696</id><published>2009-02-18T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:17:55.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood movie Review'/><title type='text'>MOVIE REVIEW:DOSTANA</title><content type='html'>DOST "DOST" NA RAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis truly the season to be gay.&lt;br /&gt;And what a well timed release between Diwali and Christmas -where one is at a risk of having an overdose of good behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;So has Karan chosen to "sway " out of the Gay closet?Only time can tell.&lt;br /&gt;Given his love for triangles (Kuch Kuch hota hai,Kal Ho na Ho) ,his love for Mata Pita (Kabhi Khushi kabhi Gham), for Public Message-ur spouse might be having an affair(Kabhi Alvida na Kehna), for Friends turning lovers (All of them),karru is back with the mother of all shockers for the Indian Public.&lt;br /&gt;Dostana which has all the themes that he himself has done to death but a twist with the protagonists pretending to be homosexual is what makes the film a must watch at the theatres.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely inspired from a hollywood movie (won't name it and spoil the fun) this flick promises bellyful of laughs every few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;2 guys and a gal (John A Abhishek B and Priyanka C) sharing an apartment and their lives.For survival A and B need to live in the hot city of Miami as gays. C who works for fashion mag Verve (yeah yeah, the connection with Rachel Greene in Ralph Lauren is instant) is blissfully unaware throughout the movie that A and B are anything but gay inspite of all the leching that the 2 indulge in.&lt;br /&gt;The transition from roommates to best friends is managed in the short span of a song because you see there is lot more happening in the later reels and why waste time on evolving relationships, we know how its done thanks to your previous flicks karrru !&lt;br /&gt;So when mummyji (Kiron Kher) gets the news that her son B is gay, catches the next flight in a couple of mins to Miami to break down the door.&lt;br /&gt;Of course pretences have to be kept because of which mummyji's BP soars every now and then, though between fainting fits she does her usual emotional bit of being the mother which C never had! Maybe the editor fell asleep and cut out a whole chunk because after a blink we discover that mummyji and C are best friends (well since the threat of being "in-law" has been removed it's definitely probable and possible;)&lt;br /&gt;C convinces mummyji to accept the fact that her son loves a man.&lt;br /&gt; What follows is maybe an example of what will happen if gay marriages are allowed in India with the traditional festivities thrown in..IMAGINE!&lt;br /&gt;This settled, the so called gays now have to deal with the fact that they are in love with the gal. Could life be more miserable? Well it certainely is for the viewerThis is one portion of the film that could not have been handled worse. What follows is a sequence of events to woo C over in what can only be described as childish.JOhar could have definitely written these scenes better...And viewers start to yawn and not just coz it's a late night show...but hey, we are here for the gags, right!&lt;br /&gt;Whether johar was at a loss as to who would get the girl or whether he wanted to stick to the tried and tested formula of neither or maybe he was hoping that given time his characters would really turn gay?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever but in the 2nd half we suddenly have a 4th angle in the form of new boss to C (Bobby D). He is oh so smitten by C. And though he looks more gay than the 2 protagonists put together..what with his finely tweezed eyebrows, dandy Armani suits (which he probably preserved as a souvenir from his one and only hit Humraaz) and his evident enjoyment at having his chest waxed. But he is as straight as they come.which means A and B need to form a team to kick D out of the competition.The film gets even shabbier at this point on with even more immature pranksBut then if you want to truly enjoy this movie, you gotta leave your commonsense at home (Leave your spouse behind as well, there is enough eye candy in the movie in the form of Priyanka and John as per respective preferences)&lt;br /&gt;The saving grace is definitely the jokes that make u absolutely ROLL ON THE FLOOR.Who gets the girl, is not what you want to watch this film for.John and Priyanka look MIND BLOWING, never mind their acting. Abhbishek has tried his hand at mock homosexuality and wonder of wonders..he seems to have taken to it like a fish to water.&lt;br /&gt;The scene where he is shown wooing John and the dance sequence with Boman will make you explode laughing.While these scenes have nothing really original about them, it;s purely an effort on Abhi's part and he deserves due credit for it.He might not have the best wardrobe in the movie (not too much choice in pink shirts for men, is there?) but he has the best scenes and the best lines. And he does a great job!&lt;br /&gt;John goes through the film with a quizzical look on his face as though he is inwardly struggling with the question"To be or not to be -Gay". But it doesn't really matter since the director merely asks him to remove his shirt in every scene which he obediently does..and the rest as they say is no mystery..Boman as Priyanka's ex boss is wasted in this movie. Given his ability to "sink into the character" he would have been one gay...oops i mean one guy to watch out for. sadly his role is limited to air kissing and pouting with a couple of lines thrown in.Sushmita Mukherjee as the Sindhi aunt is in a predictable role but then she is still the "Kitty" from Karamchand for most of us and being a born comic does more than justice to her sterotyped role.Bobby could have been replaced by someone more hunky and looks like a pansy in a field of sunflowers.&lt;br /&gt;Those of us who are fans of the sitcom Friends might get a "deja vu" and it's a teeny weeny bit obvious that JOhar has drawn inspiration from 2 of the worlds most loved "best friends" Chandler and Joey.&lt;br /&gt;Generously peppered with double meaning dialogues and spiced with double meaning scenes and gestures, the film is guaranteed to make you laugh inspite of yourself.And well..for those of you who don't care for gags, there's always John and Priyanka which is more than paisa wasool in itself!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Manorama Ukidve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7181766873897166593-3792690284334674696?l=potpurrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3792690284334674696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7181766873897166593&amp;postID=3792690284334674696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181766873897166593/posts/default/3792690284334674696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181766873897166593/posts/default/3792690284334674696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/2009/02/movie-reviewdostana.html' title='MOVIE REVIEW:DOSTANA'/><author><name>Potpourrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04665419227899107588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iw-h3EiMy70/SMtqfMc-i5I/AAAAAAAAAtE/un4TWeYcFE0/S220/img028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7181766873897166593.post-527162558173508925</id><published>2009-02-18T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:14:30.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIEW: FASHION</title><content type='html'>Avoidable: For lack of a better adjective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s it about - All that glitters is not gold...Girl, you should have listened to ur moral science teacher !!&lt;br /&gt;Highs: Fasion Week Ramp Walks and Collections -For the price of the ticket!&lt;br /&gt;Lows: Read on to discoverRating : 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion is a tad bit dissapointing. After Chandni bar, Page 3, Corporate and so on and so forth, BHandarkar just seems to be picking a subject and churning out storylines and scripts as though it were a factory (oops...sorry ramji).&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Page 3 we all know how the rich and glamourous live and so the story is quite predictable. What would have been great had we gotten a glimpse into the lives of these annorexic girls..how do they live? what do they eat? What goes on in their minds...How do they learn to walk the ramp...All we get to see is portfolio shoots,endless ramp walks sponsored by hot labels- see finally money does beat creativity..Mr Bhandarkar- and the rise to fame (read sea facing apartments) and fall in the gutter of coke snorting supermodels..Tons of wine tasting and clouds of ciggie smoke later any parent would be convinced that this is defnitely not the career for a daughter !&lt;br /&gt;What itself is ironic is that in the name of Fashion we are treated to costumes that can be dug up from one’s 4th grade trunk for school concerts.Weak editing. Weak direction..what were you thinking madhur? A hep hep hep girl coming to mumbai with such a tacky portfolio (read glitter, shoulder pads and high waisted denims)!&lt;br /&gt;Also her dramatic change from innocent chandigarh di kuddi to "Oh i have SO much attitude" is far too fast !!And why, WHY this obsession with sprinkling gays in all his films..yes Fashion might be synonymous with them but clearly Mr.Bhandarkar we are suffering from an overdose!&lt;br /&gt;A mention for the protagonist-there are times when the girl(Priyanka Chopra) shows a spark and times when it seems the director had his back turned when a particular shot was filmed. But yea, Priyanka deserves a ginger pat on the back for the effort...after all she was pitted against kankgana Ranut who is currently reigning Tantrum Queen...though Priyanka could not beat her in the attitude dept she made KACHRA of her in the glamour dept..Other wise the rest of the characters were ..well.. happy and gay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7181766873897166593-527162558173508925?l=potpurrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/feeds/527162558173508925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7181766873897166593&amp;postID=527162558173508925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181766873897166593/posts/default/527162558173508925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181766873897166593/posts/default/527162558173508925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/2009/02/review-fashion.html' title='REVIEW: FASHION'/><author><name>Potpourrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04665419227899107588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iw-h3EiMy70/SMtqfMc-i5I/AAAAAAAAAtE/un4TWeYcFE0/S220/img028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7181766873897166593.post-485097460693669660</id><published>2008-09-12T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:01:02.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post</title><content type='html'>Am here now and at a loss for words which is not uncharacteristic for me. However i had thought it would be easier putting it down in typing. Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;Well while i decide what it is that i am going to puree here, you take that break from staring at the monitor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7181766873897166593-485097460693669660?l=potpurrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/feeds/485097460693669660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7181766873897166593&amp;postID=485097460693669660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181766873897166593/posts/default/485097460693669660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181766873897166593/posts/default/485097460693669660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potpurrie.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-post.html' title='My first post'/><author><name>Potpourrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04665419227899107588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iw-h3EiMy70/SMtqfMc-i5I/AAAAAAAAAtE/un4TWeYcFE0/S220/img028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
