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[lesbiassparrow]

A bunch of people on my flist seem to be having bad times lately; in an effort to cheer you up I bring you a link to Learn Hindi from Bollywood movies. Even if you are not interested in Bollywood or Hindi it is very funny. I am up to podcast 5 and already I have learned how to deal with rejection (especially if it involves being commanded to put my head on an editor's feet),* how to nurse resentments for years, curse my employees' blood, and how to know when my boss trusts me (it's when he tells everyone not to shoot the doorman: you'll be happy to do that).

I haven't learned much Hindi (well, Hindi that I could use) but it is vastly entertaining.

ETA: I am now learning how to deal with getting visas when you come from one of the many European countries that has wronged India and how to tell the girl you want to pick up that my blood is not made up of lemon soda, thus reassuring her that I am indeed human and filled with manly vigour.

* I also learned the valuable fact in this one that every writer is entitled to 5 seconds of self-respect in their lives.

Comments

[nutmeg3.livejournal.com]

Why would anyone think someone had lemon soda blood? ::is very, very confused::

[lesbiassparrow.livejournal.com]

Well, he is using clips from Bollywood and this was one of them; it was part of a impassioned scenario. I imagine it made sense in the original film.

[caerbannog.livejournal.com]

Have the Irish wronged India? Or are you just getting lumped in with the rest of the European imperialists?

[lesbiassparrow.livejournal.com]

The narrator felt that the attitude of Indian visa officials was that all countries had wronged India at some point; that goes quadruple if you come from any European country.