There was a Canadian boy who played with dye,

He didn’t take off his glasses first - I don't know why,

perhaps he'll die.

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There was a Canadian boy who soaked his glasses his bleach,

To remove color from the parts his toothbrush couldn’t reach,

He soaked them in bleach to remove the dye,

He didn’t take off his glasses first - I don't know why,

perhaps he'll die.

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There was a Canadian boy who bought contact lenses,

That were impossible to put in because of his natural defenses.

He bought the contacts so that he could function,

While his glasses soaked in bleach in the sun.

He soaked them in bleach to remove the dye,

He didn’t take off his glasses first - I don't know why,

perhaps he'll die.

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There was a Canadian boy who destroyed his glasses with bleach,

Learning a lesson that apparently only experience can teach,

He bought contacts so that he could function,

While his glasses soaked in bleach in the sun.

He soaked them in bleach to remove the dye,

He didn’t take off his glasses first - I don't know why,

perhaps he'll die.

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There was a Canadian boy who wandered through Delhi and Bangkok unable to see,

Because on the issue of the contacts his fingers and eyes would not agree.

He bought contacts so that he could function,

While his glasses soaked in bleach in the sun.

He soaked them in bleach to remove the dye,

He didn’t take off his glasses first - I don't know why,

perhaps he'll die.

A Russian-Doll-type situation:

Those of you who have explored this blog of ours might have seen a few pictures of Juma and I in India. It just so happens that both of these pictures were taken in Rajasthan and that this one was actually taken in Jaipur, during Holi.

The locals there were friendly and felt no trepidation in dousing Juma and I with buckets of coloured sewer water. How could I forget? - we were both stained purple for a week!

oh yeah, and hopefully all those hippies we made fun of are alright too...

Un quadro con tecnica acrilica e l'uso di: pietre semipreziose, piccole perle vere, seta, fiori di cartone, ciniglia, glitter. radhArte by radha 

Dipinto prima di andare in india durante il periodo colorato di Holi in Marzo. Un omaggio a tutte le mie sorelle che hanno la pelle sempre diversa, gli occhi profondi e meditativi, i capelli lucenti e corposi. veri e propri angeli oserei dire. Questa l'ispirazione dietro il quadro. Sono fluttuanti ma potrebbero star semplicemente ballando...

It's oodles of good masala fun, despite the unfortunate presence of a weepy and sanctimonious Meena Kumari. I know she and Dharmendra carried on a real-life affair for awhile, but it's a thanda jodi onscreen for sure. She was really beautiful and fun in the 50's; I don't know how she became so maudlin in the 60's. However!!! The film is saved by the presence of numerous character actors in all their glory (and occasionally in drag), beautiful songs by Ravi and the aforementioned Dharmendra and Famous Dog Bhairon. Fun for everyone!

I've decided that another reason I love Hindi movies is because all the people in them show up over and over for decades and become like family.

Shaka (Dharmendra) has been a criminal from his orphaned childhood: in and out of jail, familiar with the police in his town, and the object of scorn and insults from the people he lives among. He works for "Boss" (Madan Puri in a red wig), who owns a hotel; and he is loved by bad girl Rita (Shashikala in a platinum blonde wig), a dancer at the same hotel.

I must note here that in spite of numerous fashion don'ts, Shashikala is quite wonderful. She's yet another actress whose lack of stardom I don't understand. And the music by Ravi is just fabulous, especially if you are a big fan of the "Indian Twist" like I am.

Boss has a new target for Shaka, the zamindar of a nearby town named Jeevan Lal (Jeevan). He is very rich, but so kanjus that he refuses to put his wealth in the bank, but keeps it in the house where he can maintain a close eye on it.

On the way to Jeevan's village Shaka meets an old friend (from jail no doubt) Sadakram (played by director OP Ralhan) and his gang of pickpockets working a crowd. One of them is Ram Avtar (most famous as the fat guy laughing uncontrollably on the train at the start of Teesri Manzil). I love him. He is just so...fat!

Sadakram tells Shaka that Jeevan's town is infested with the plague (another theme I encountered recently, in Dhoop Chhaon!). The inhabitants have all fled, leaving their homes ripe for the picking. Shaka is pleased to hear this: his job will be easy.

He reaches the deserted village and goes into Jeevan Lal's house. Sadly, Jeevan and his family have taken all their valuables with them. But---they've left their widowed daughter-in-law Shanti (Meena Kumari), who is bedridden and ill, to die. They haven't even left her with any water. Of course, she's not one to complain.

Shaka takes pity on her and forces the neighboring town's doctor (Sundar) to treat her. Shanti slowly gets better. When the plague ends and Jeevan, his wife (Lalita Pawar) and son Kalicharan (Ram Mohan) return to find her alive, Kalicharan attempts to rape her. Shaka returns just in time to save her, and takes her home with him. She has come to represent something to him.

I don't know that I could stand her weeping and self-pity, but maybe I am one of those worse people.

She moves into his house, and of course asks him for a Krishna murti that she can pray to. She cleans up the place, too. And finally stops crying! But only for a minute: the prying and curious neighbors unfortunately don't treat her any better than they do Shaka.

Meanwhile, back at Jeevan Lal's, a lawyer for Shanti's uncle has shown up. The uncle has died and left her 6 lakhs in his will, but the lawyer will only deliver the papers to Shanti herself.

They tell him that she's gone on a pilgrimage, and then come up with a plan. They bury their wealth (which appears to consist mostly of large pieces of gold jewelry) in the back yard, and then call the police to report that they have been robbed and Shanti has been kidnapped.

Their plotting is overheard by the doctor, though, and he steals the jewelry from the yard and gives it to his wife (the one and only Tun Tun).

She is probably the only woman large enough to carry off wearing it all at once! Shaka's friend Sadakram is passing by, though, and manages to steal a bangle off her wrist.

When Shaka finds out that the townspeople taunted Shanti, he beats up one of them. She gets angry at him (and she already disapproves of his profession). He tells her about his sad childhood, how he was forced to steal in order to eat, and then he starts crying.

At this point I am fed up with both of them and decide that Shaka falling in love with Shanti is just not believable, and I stop caring much about the plot. If you want to know more you'll have to watch it.

There are still sooo many goodies!

For instance, there's a qawwali performance during which Sadakram's gang---dressed as women---pick pockets in the audience:

A favorite actor of mine, Manmohan Krishna, is a kindly police inspector:

And another fave, Iftekhar, as one of Madan Puri's henchmen (named Babu) (he's a bad guy!---although sadly, he doesn't have much to do):

Dharmendra saves a little girl from a burning house, thus redeeming himself in the eyes of his neighbors. They love him now. Yay! (and he comes out unscarred and still beautiful):

A rocking Holi song, featuring my new best friend Laxmi Chhaya and another great dancer, Madhumati (and also Saroj Khan, before she became a choreographer):

More Shashikala:

DK Sapru as....the judge! What else?

Who hops on the back of the car when Shanti is kidnapped; he finds out where they hide her, and then goes back to get Shaka:

What a smart boy!

Weigh all this finger-licking goodness against the bad:

And that's what the Fast Forward button is for! Enjoy.

ที่อินเดียก็มีเทศกาลที่คล้ายๆสงกรานต์บ้านเรา มีชื่อว่า "โฮลี่ (Holi)"

โฮลี่ (Holi) เป็นเทศกาลของชาวฮินดู ซึ่งจัดเป็นประจำทุกปี ปีละสองวันในช่วงเดือนมีนาคม

เราเรียกเทศกาลนี้ว่า "เทศกาลแห่งสีสัน" เนื่องจากทุกคนจะสาดผงสีใส่กันอย่างสนุกสนาน

บ้างก็สาดน้ำใส่กัน (แต่ไม่แรงเท่าสงกรานต์บ้านเราหรอกนะค่ะ)

ในช่วงเย็นของวันแรก มีการจัดซุ้มกองไฟเพื่อทำพิธีบูชา

พิธีบูชานี้จัดไว้ให้เฉพาะสำหรับผู้หญิงที่แต่งงานแล้ว และมีลูกชายเท่านั้น

เนื่องจากการบูชานี้จะทำเพื่อสร้างสิริมงคลและปัดเป่าสิ่งไม่ดีออกจากลูกชาย

และสำหรับคู่แต่งงานใหม่ที่ยังไม่มีลูก ก็จะทำพิธีบูชาขอลูกชายในเทศกาลนี้ด้วย

(สัมภาษณ์: คุณสุนิตา, เจ้าของหอพัก)

ในวันที่สอง ทุกคนก็เล่นสาดสี สาดน้ำกันอย่างสนุกสนาน บ้างก็เปิดเพลงเต้นรำ

บรรดาหนุ่มก็คอยจ้องปะสีให้กับสาวๆ ดูไปแล้วก็คล้ายสงกรานต์ที่เมืองไทยเลยนะค่ะ