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Updating a blog is much easier when you are sure that the reader population that visits yours lies somewhere between the no of small pox deaths in India and the no of eunuch mla s in the assembly sorry for the estimates it was just for some kind of illicit humor
I have been searching for some issue to write on in this blog. But I guess after tsunami, there are not many scams but for the kanchi one and to hell with that, because not all nitwits are very interested to know about two saffron clad balding middle agers. It was not long ago when I did some soul searching, a self exploration and realised that my ethnicity of being a telugu(golti) Indian really has something to offer in the form of a substantial writing material. In the search of topics I realized that my own culture and heritage is numero uno and it is up to me to delve into it to realize its fullest potential. But to keep myself original, and true, I tried to write on something that has been never ventured into, something that completely encompasses the desires of a golti male and something that keeps him engrossed at all points of time in his entire life. I title this prose as
“Rain songs A timeline perspective”
The genre of movies that I venture to inquire upon are those that border on lewd vulgarity and insane epileptic gyrations. It speaks highly of the empowerment of women and it highlights the names and acts of social workers who work for a noble cause and go unnoticed. Rain has been a favorite theme for many choreographers in the film world because the censors do not really mind the wetting thunderstorms and the audience never question the advent of monsoon in the midst of scorching summer and as long as there is a female in sari (yellow or white) who has an ample midriff and a navel, fit to confuse any male about the sexual anatomy of her body, it is a great move to put in a rain song in any movie irrespective of the narrative or the story. It is really amazing that all our actors have a weird ear for music. All love making scenes are accompanied or involved in a rain song and then after the song the prima Donna becomes a pious home chick.
The second aspect inseparable from the rain songs on the celluloid is the navel show of the heroine (wonder why the hero never bares his navel). I have had the glory and luck of having seen the navels of the best in the business and it is not so surprising that these navels are rated by public in the forums (it explains the golti fascination for holes). The navel and the region around have aroused the creative passions of many choreographers. They have done everything from making it an apt platform for displaying the sporting talents of the hero(no pun), using it as a breakfast table with lots of continental delicacies like the fruits and honey and not to forget the water being splashed on the navel in the middle of a rain song(frankly, what is the point in doing that@#$#@???)
These rain songs have been an integral part of any entertaining telugu cinema and there was a time when there used to be a clique of actresses who were booked solely for their na(o)vel histrionics truly the directors realized long ago that beauty is very deep.
These actresses whom we now call vamps, were truly the best social workers of their times. If you do not agree with me then name ten other women who will bare their skin at the most unthinkable of locations and at the most unearthly of hours? These actors were dedicated to their business and they do deserve a bow
But slowly the clique began losing significance and then came the advent of a new era in the rain song scenario the heroine now did not mind showing her riff as long as the remuneration was satisfying. This carried on and the telugu viewer can proudly proclaim that he has seen the wet navels of Jayaprada(MP) to Jayalalitha(CM) and many more such actresses who have gyrated in the showers. Times are changing and wistfully as I look back on the once flourishing scenario, I find that in the new golti movies there are love making scenes but no rains in the background, there are navel shows but nothing to wet them and if not for the cotton farmers in Andhra Pradesh who have taken their lives for rain at least for the average cinema goer I pray “ Showers of Blessings we need”
I have been searching for some issue to write on in this blog. But I guess after tsunami, there are not many scams but for the kanchi one and to hell with that, because not all nitwits are very interested to know about two saffron clad balding middle agers. It was not long ago when I did some soul searching, a self exploration and realised that my ethnicity of being a telugu(golti) Indian really has something to offer in the form of a substantial writing material. In the search of topics I realized that my own culture and heritage is numero uno and it is up to me to delve into it to realize its fullest potential. But to keep myself original, and true, I tried to write on something that has been never ventured into, something that completely encompasses the desires of a golti male and something that keeps him engrossed at all points of time in his entire life. I title this prose as
“Rain songs A timeline perspective”
The genre of movies that I venture to inquire upon are those that border on lewd vulgarity and insane epileptic gyrations. It speaks highly of the empowerment of women and it highlights the names and acts of social workers who work for a noble cause and go unnoticed. Rain has been a favorite theme for many choreographers in the film world because the censors do not really mind the wetting thunderstorms and the audience never question the advent of monsoon in the midst of scorching summer and as long as there is a female in sari (yellow or white) who has an ample midriff and a navel, fit to confuse any male about the sexual anatomy of her body, it is a great move to put in a rain song in any movie irrespective of the narrative or the story. It is really amazing that all our actors have a weird ear for music. All love making scenes are accompanied or involved in a rain song and then after the song the prima Donna becomes a pious home chick.
The second aspect inseparable from the rain songs on the celluloid is the navel show of the heroine (wonder why the hero never bares his navel). I have had the glory and luck of having seen the navels of the best in the business and it is not so surprising that these navels are rated by public in the forums (it explains the golti fascination for holes). The navel and the region around have aroused the creative passions of many choreographers. They have done everything from making it an apt platform for displaying the sporting talents of the hero(no pun), using it as a breakfast table with lots of continental delicacies like the fruits and honey and not to forget the water being splashed on the navel in the middle of a rain song(frankly, what is the point in doing that@#$#@???)
These rain songs have been an integral part of any entertaining telugu cinema and there was a time when there used to be a clique of actresses who were booked solely for their na(o)vel histrionics truly the directors realized long ago that beauty is very deep.
These actresses whom we now call vamps, were truly the best social workers of their times. If you do not agree with me then name ten other women who will bare their skin at the most unthinkable of locations and at the most unearthly of hours? These actors were dedicated to their business and they do deserve a bow
But slowly the clique began losing significance and then came the advent of a new era in the rain song scenario the heroine now did not mind showing her riff as long as the remuneration was satisfying. This carried on and the telugu viewer can proudly proclaim that he has seen the wet navels of Jayaprada(MP) to Jayalalitha(CM) and many more such actresses who have gyrated in the showers. Times are changing and wistfully as I look back on the once flourishing scenario, I find that in the new golti movies there are love making scenes but no rains in the background, there are navel shows but nothing to wet them and if not for the cotton farmers in Andhra Pradesh who have taken their lives for rain at least for the average cinema goer I pray “ Showers of Blessings we need”
Funeral service by Ganty> at 8:20 PM
