Sunday, January 29, 2006

I'm MiKajal Jackson

Just when I was fantasizing about Ajay Devgan's actress wife, thunder-thighed Kajal, dreaming of our honeymoon, and wild nights of passionate love-making and vase-breaking, what does my stupid sexretary come and do - she not only catches me in a compromising position with my portable hard drive, but she also breaks the news that our sleuths, in conjunction with forensics experts have come to the shocking conclusion that THIS indeed is American child-molester, and sometime King of Plop [he nearly dropped his baby], Michael Jackson. I am disgusted with myself. Remind me to beat up the likes of Cory Walia and Mickey Contractor - bloody makeup.

Kajal is Michael Jackson

Evidence in favor of our report included the trademark hand on the crotch, badly done eyebrows, a black robe traditionally worn by the female of the species, and of course, that uncanny facial resemblance.

Other sources tell us MKaJal was moonwalking at this party - isn't THAT proof enough? Here's a close-up to convince the doubting Thomases:

MJ as Kajal

What's Michael Jackson doing in Bollywood, trying to pass off as Kajal? Wasn't he supposed to be buying lingerie in Bahrain or something? Where's the Al Jeera network when you need it most?

Rooter No. 1, And A "Family Photograph" of Jeetendra's umm...Family

My girlfriend, Wow Tse Tung and I often have Bollywood sex, where she tries to run away from me, but me being the male of the species, I catch up, and pin her down, firmly, only to plant a kiss on her forehead, and then get back to our exercise routine. Without trees, there would be no Hindi movies. And the physical aspect of it would explain why Mamta Kulkarni never made it big in Bollywood.

Why this is relevant is because of the fact that the piece of equipment that sexes up my network, the ubiquitous Rooter [NO ref to plumbers], is on vacation. Luckily, my lap-topless-dancer has a modem, and I finally figured out which hose waters the hole best.

My guru, Baba HaramDev told me that because of bad karma, in my next life, I will be an inanimate piece of computer equipment. All I hope for is that I'm reborn as a rooter. A lean, mean router, whose every cavity is filled with fluid love.

Anyway, we've been off topic again, so lets pay our Bollywood friends a visit.

Jeetendra, wife Shobha, son Tushar, daughter Ektaa.

Here's the fabulous Kapoor family. Mummy Shobha's an elephant, daddy Jumpin' Jack Jeetu is an ambassador for Svetambaras and pointy-toed boots, daughter Ektaa Kapoor could've been a successful Bollywood actress who chose to make TV serials that make me puke but are nonetheless highly successful, and beta Tushar Kapoor has the looks of my servant, Ramu, but fortune I could only dream of. God bless them. I mean it. :-O

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Yeh To Khushi Ke Aansoo Hain [All Your Tears Are Belong To Joy]...

I was over at DesiKartik's Bollywood orgy, when my sexretary told me, "SirJi, DesiKriti is ALIVE!". DesiKirti is ALICE, she'd typed, but my sharp brain picked up the typo straight away. Yes, I solve puzzles like that in a matter of seconds. And seconds are the only undies I will purchase, because new ones are just overpriced.

What is DesiCritics? Why would an important person like me with a fabulous sex life be worried about DesiCritics, you might ask?

Aaman Lamba, Founding Father of DesiCritics Visits Cow Tse Tung In His Jungle Headquarters, And Brings Candy Floss As GuruDakshina.

Because, my secretary tells me, I spent a small fortune on getting this article on Wal-Mart ghost-written by an Indian content-writer. GO READ IT, unless you fancy death by firang squad.

As for the picture, that's Hanu-amaan Lamba, founder of DC, who was visiting me for some spiritual guidance. H.H., The Dalai Lama just doesn't cut it these days. The multi-colored boxes cover my privates, if you're wondering...

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Ghai Makes A Subh_Ass of Himself, But Manages To Give Humpty Dumpty A Run For His Money

Subhash Ghai Embarresses Rekha

I think old-time Bollywood beauty, geisha-like Rekha Aunty is trying to tell Bollywood director/producer, Uncle Subhash Ghai that he's no Mithun Punker-Bertie [not Mr. Wooster, from the PG Wodehouse classics]. If I was Subhash uncle, I would listen to Rekha-san [don't be teaching me Japanese grammar :-@], who can always tell the Real McCoy from the chappu chappantikli. She once correctly identified Queeny Dhody as -hold your breath - Queeny Dhody, when the whole world, including Mohammed Al Fayed and myself thought it was the ghost of Princess Diana's late boyfriend, Dodi Al Fayed in a dress.

Coming back to Subh_AssJi, look at those feet, those arms, those graceful movements. Such energy, such rhythm. Sch(ia)muck betey, rasta naapo. SubhassJi, I 'cordially' invite you to my toddler, Calf Tse Tung's "annual day" function at his pre-nursery school, whenever Calf-Tse Tung decides to paradrop from a StorkJet.

70% Bonus Pack:
Yes, extra doodh in today's milk packet. No tetrapaks for us Indians.
Squishy Cooper and Need-U Sing's [she needs me, and I need a sugar-momma] daughter, Riddhima Kapoor got married to this kapdewaala dude, called Bharat Sahni, Bharat Sawhney [no relation to Nitin Sawhney, my music student], and Bharat Sahani [he's Not a GUJJEW or a Bahai, yo!] in various news items. Can just one desi druggie reporter get the spelling right, for the sake of our spelling-obsessed American-Desi kiddies.

And Riddhima babby, I am disappointed. I understand that most of these Bollywood actors you had a crush on are all faggots who prefer sucking on lollipops to licking ice-cream bowls, but hey, try looking outside of Bollywood. There's me, for starters, 75% Punjabi cow, asli-ghee di chamdi, accha parivar [good pedigree], top udders, sexy tail...

Yes, back in the day, I used to sing "Riddhima's a Dancer" to the tune of Snap's "Rhythm Is A Dancer". Memories. Sigh. Riddhima Sawhney.

Bharat and Riddhima

And then there's B-Ugh-Rat - looks more like an overfed Jat "kyon shaaney" bodyguard than a husband you'd wear on your sleeve. Nice shirt, wanktank. Who'd you steal it from? Steve Irwin? Jim Corbett?

Anyway "Ridzz" [yeah, yeah, I know how much we hate these zz suffixes, but spare a thought for ZZ Top] babby, you had your chance - now, its pretty Sonam Kapoor's turn. Mmmmmmm. SonaMmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Junkie Panda In Boobywood

Chunky Pandey With The Bionic Bong And The Limited Edition WWF Panda-Suit

Seen here is sometime Bollywood star [and Bangladeshi superstar], Chunky Pandey, aka Chumpy Panty, trying to disguise himself in a panda suit, as he puffs the magic dragon. Scandalous. I'm sure no panda would ever try and disguise itself as a Chunky Lafanga when it went on doping sprees.

Do you finally understand why there is an entity called the WWF?

Addendum: Desi Critics dot orgy, from the creators of BlogCritics dot orgy is launching on Australia Day/the Indian Republic Day, the 26th of January. Do Hazaar Cheh.
All I want from you is to read my ever-brilliant posts there. And don't upset me by reading other people's crap.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Don't Stop Till You Get To Bollywood

It is common knowledge that none of our content, Bollywood or otherwise is original. Ever.

Heck, I even use "our", we" and other plurals, in a feeble attempt to fool the masses into thinking this to be the work of a dozen talented minds. Yes, like a blogging supercollective, with a team boasting of the best brains in the business.

Except, that being a Harijan, no one really wants to associate with "us", and "we" are but Lone Rangers. Even Tonto ditched me. Stupid f****** dog.

So well, today...Gaonwaalon [a.k.a. Romancin' cowntrymen], CTTV presents the newest old-time mashup hit from Bollywood by Afshin Ravanbaksh and Dayheem Naderi, co-produced by Roya Shadravan[with all due respect to Michael, PuhleezeDon'tJackMySon].



Dayheem used to look like such a nerd [not that I know/knew him - I just Googled him up and found some old pics]. And look at him now...

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Where is my beloved bastard-child, Calf Tse Tung?

Monday, January 16, 2006

ShoeRack Khan's Jootey Dedo, Paise Lelo Scheme

Shoe Rack Khan

Secular Bollywood superstar, Shah Rukh Khan, whom we lovingly refer to as Shah Crook or ShoeRaxxx has dived into the booming shoe-rack business in Vanuatu. Hinjdew immigrants are erecting a temple here, which means that there will be a consistent demand for shoe racks over the years, hence making Shah Rukh's business model a sustainable, and profitable one. Wish your favorite Bollywood star luck for his new venture by visiting the Vanuatu HinjewHindu Temple and renting a shoe-space. Today! Opening offer - one free genuine camel-leather insole with every shoe-space booking. That's shoooeee lovely.

It is said that Bollywood marketing guru, SalesMan Khan has come up with a foolproof marketing plan for the company, using "Jootey Dede, Paise Lelo" as the slogan.
"जूते दे दो, पैसे ले लो"
Isn't that simply brilliant?

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Shah Crook Khan Is Such A Knotty Boy

Shah Rukh Khan In Criminal/Qaidi Garb

Seen here is Bollywood superstar, actor Shah Rukh Khan, in his funky zebra suit, supposedly designed by his friend, the very campy un-Mannish Malhotra. Notice those kinky handcuffs - mmmmm. We're headed for a night of wild Schweppes Passiona drinking. And maybe some BDSM while we're at it, eh?

A related rumor has it that Shah Crook was rounded up by the Mumbai Polish Force for links to the racist Mumbai Andhra-World Association, "MAWA" and Kannada superstar, ChipmunkJeevi.

Don't forget to visit Bollywood Cowbserver for all your fake Bollywood gossip and scandal needs.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Dirty Girl Mael-Licka Sherawat To Lick The Dirt Off Your Clothing In The Eco-Friendliest Move Ever

Pictured here is front-loading whooshing machine, and part-time Bollywood stripper Mallika Sherawat, suggestively putting a finger in her mouth [ever heard of intuitive DESIGN?], telling you where exactly she wants those dirty undies to go. Yes, our Mael-Lickah is gonna rid you of all that bacteria, and use her salival enzymes to give you the MOST cleanest, MOST hygienic, MOST healthiest [healthiest?] washing possible in Bollywood.

Mallika Sherawat on another fake 'shave the environment' campaign'. Give it a break, crackhoe.

Goodbye OmoMatic.

Honorary mention: Dr. Mal [dirt] Washer, Liberal MP, whose name suggests he's gonna clean the dirty world of politics. Yeah, right.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Radioactive Queenie Dhody And Her Obese Pet

First up, Cow Tse Tung say, boy writer who saying "Pretty Please" being stupid fucking maggot.

On to our style non-icons for the day...

Former Miss India, Queenie Dhody with a friend at some stupid Bollywood function

Cow Tse Tung heart going out of leather for rich, (and sexy) cows like our thoughtful friend above- Indian designers obviously not producing plus size clothing. Imagine plight of poor laddy wearing anorexic wafer-thin waif Queenie's castaway clothing. Look at poor stomach, trying hard to rip itself out of stifling outfit, screaming for demand of fresh air, and a loser skirt.

And neon-like Queenie Dhody nee Singh - oh, her body glow, but only 'coz of uranium. Okay, Cow Tse Tung quiet now, 'coz lawyer want to sell CTT defamation suit. Can't I have Haramani or Kucci instead?

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Rabideena Thanda-n Thanda-ni, Cool Down

Man, just when I thought everyone in Bollywood is a boring cow, what does Raveena Tandon go and do? She not only gets up to bring her hungry, undernourished movie-producer husband, Anil Thadani some food like a true Indian biwi, but also fights his battles against ex-wife, Natasha Sippy by supposedly insulting her in public. Yes, our beloved thunder-thighs sacrificed her glass of wine, and turned a New Year's bash into a celebrity wet tee-shirt contest. Raveena's friend justifies the wine-pouring incident by saying...
Since their split, Natasha has been spreading malicious rumours about Anil. Raveena adores her husband and has been seething about the hurt and humiliation that he’s been through, courtesy Natasha’s tales. She had been waiting for an opportunity to publicly humiliate Natasha. This was just the right time.


Raveena Tandon, Longtime Psychopath

And this when the wine was in short supply anyway. :-@ [MSN angry smiley, remember?]

Some random nobodies and Moon Moon Sen in her best Moulin Rouge costume.

So these people have reason to whine after all, don't they?

Anyway, Cow Tse Tung busy sniffing armpit right now, coz Cow Tse Tung grabbing his girlfriend and her scent rubbing off. So goodbye, until whenever we have a vision again. And Heppy New Yaar to all of you.