Tuesday, August 02, 2005

What the genie gave ...

I've sometimes wished I looked like a movie star.

Clint Eastwood, but I was born with the wrong genes.
Sean Connery? The sexy older man and all that.
Bruce Willis, at the very least?

Even Ashok Kumar, the persona before Hum Log happened and he became the shawl-draped object of Johnny Lever's mimicry (does anybody remember Jalwa?). He had pizzazz and he could crinkle his eyes sexily, and my father's been mistaken for him in a poor light.

The mirror tells me I now look like a movie star.

I look like Uma Devi.
Better known as Tun Tun.


eM said...

Hell, at least she has character :)

Anyesha said...

Hey there
For some reason IE would not let me open your blog...finally managed to do it today and read your latest posts. The post on Calcutta was nice, but I could only relate to the one about the Mouchak in Gol Park...remember that vividly from a time we visited some Dadu in the area....is funny...the things one remembers. But the stuff about Jampot made me crack up..I grew up there and have not heard anyone call my city by that name in a long long time...so did you go to XL or were you a trainee at TISCO...could not figure that one out. Will come back for more now that my IE has got its brains back!!!

the still dancer said...

and why are we being so self-deprecating all of a sudden?

km said...

Well, if it means one could sing a duet with the incomparable Kundan Lal S., then being Uma Devi wouldn't be a bad thing. In fact, it would be a marvellous thing!


OB4P said...

Through The (looking) Glass ~ Darkly?

J. Alfred Prufrock said...

eM, I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,

Anyesha, Would it have been worthwhile,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—

Arka - Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

KM, I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each
I do not think that they will sing to me

ob4p, It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen


Jabberwock said...

"I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each
I do not think that they will sing to me"

That's one of my favourite lines

(Though I'm no poet, and I know it :/ )

Btw, as a 6-year-old I had a big crush on Tun Tun. Must stop disclosing these things on a public forum.

OB4P said...

Frayed you're right!

the still dancer said...

I'd rather remember what follows:
"We have lingered in the chambers of the sea/By sea-girls wreathed, with sea-weed, red and brown.

vAgue said...

is the spunk also the same?

and jabberwock, yes, you musn't:)

The ramblings of a shoe fiend said...

Occasionally i like to think of myself as a desi catherine zeta jones. tamil and whelsh sound very similar when once is a bit drunk

J. Alfred Prufrock said...

Jabberwock! *bridles and bats eyelashes* You're FLIRTING! (now THAT should smoke him out if he's homophobic!)

ob4p, more like unravelled.

Arka, you should trawl in a sushi bar. Girls and seaweed, not a combo that works for me.

Bhegu, spunk? Spunk?!?! Totally 'tan'.

Blahnik, are you equally modest when you're drunk? (And it's 'Welsh', not 'wHelsh' - WHY must you do this to me?)


J. Alfred Prufrock said...

Gudus, if you drop by again (and I hope you do), you could check the archives.


The ramblings of a shoe fiend said...

sorry i should stop having shots with my lunch

Casey said...

Amazing! Spitting image! Even the flaring nostrils.

Quizman said...

Apropos to the Rai/Ray debate on Jabberwock's blog, how do Bengalis pronounce Tun Tun? And Moon Moon?

What if Tun Tun had Moon Mooned?

Questions, questions.

Srin said...

Prufrock-da,it is very strange,but I can totally identify with your posts(well,not this one,lol).I was going through the archives and I came across a post on BCL,I remember that anticipation.The romance of words,i remember the thrill of something I could never put my finger on,Puck Of Pook's Hill.Very,very strange.I suppose some things transcend age and generation,eh?
Oh,Terry Pratchett.If you've read 10,you've read them all.Douglas Adams,strains to be funny(Dirk Gently-very tiresome).A unfair comparision,but I'd say Spike Milligan kicks Pratchett's ass any day.

Jay said...

That's what you look like?!

Tell me you're not black and white too.

aekta said...

Oh damn, and I thought you looked like Sean Connery and that's why I visit this blog. Oh damn.

J. Alfred Prufrock said...

Casey, dahling, come trim my nose hairs (can I be even more gross? Must try)

Quizman, we do not name Tun Tun and Moon Moon in the same breath.

Srin, Terry Pratchett is VERY good when he is good and still readable when he is not. I loved the first four volumes of Spike M's war memoirs (the karzi in the Shatter-el-Arab!) and Puckoon, but a lot of his other books pall on one.

Jay, that IS what I look like; where my pecs are concerned, quantity replaces quality. And for colour, you have to put me under a u-v lamp.

Siegel, sorry about your dreams. (I do a fair imitation of his Scots burr, if that's any consolation)