Singapore Metblog
Amitabh Bachan
The previous post got me searching for the legend's dialogues and this is what i came up with, may be i can use a few from here
| "Aisato Aadmi Life mein Doich time bhaagta hai. Olympic ka race ho, yaa Police ka case ho. Tum kisliye bhaagta hai bhai?" | Amar Akbar Anthony |
| "Yeh koylei ki khaan ek azgar hai seth sahaab, jo roz , unginath logon konigalkar, usei peeskar, jissm se khoon ka ek-ek katra choosk ar, ek lashke roop mein ugall deta hai." | Kaala Paththar |
| "Govardhan seth, Samundar mein tairne waale- kuon aur taalabon mein dubki nahin lagaya karte hain." | Sharabi |
| "Waqtki bisaat pe kismat ne jo mohre bichaaye the, unka rukh palat gaya." | Kaalia |
| "Sahibaat sahi waqt pe kiya jaye to uska maza hi kuch aur hai, Aur main sahiwaqt ka intezaar karta hoon." | Trishul |
| "You are right Mr. R.K. Gupta, yeh contract mujhi ko milegi. Aur haan, mere banaye hue colony me agar aap ko ghar chahiye, to taqalluf mat kijiyega, makaan aap ko mil jayega." | Trishul |
| "Jisne pachchees saal se apni Maa ko thoda thoda marte dekha ho, use maut se kya darna." | Trishul |
| "Jigar ka dard upar se kahin maloom hota hai (?), Jigar ka dard upar se nahin maloom hota hai." | Sharabi |
| "Muchchen hon to Nathulal jaise warna na hon." | Sharabi |
| "Govardhan seth, Samundar mein tairne waale- kuon aur taalabon mein dubki nahin lagaya karte hain." | Sharabi |
| "Sapne bhi samundar ki lahron ki tarah, haqeeqat ki chattanon se takra kar toot jaate hain." | Deewar |
| "Hum jaha pe khade ho jaate hein, line wahi se shuru hoti hai." | Kaaliya |
| "Rishte me to hum tumhare baap hote hain, naam hai Shahenshah." | Shahenshah |
| "Bachpan se hai sar par Allah ka haath, aur Allahrakha hai mere saath Baazu par hai saathsochiyaasi ka billa, bees number ka beedi peetha hu, kaam karta hu coolie ka aur naam hai Iqbal." | Coolie |
| "Aaapne jail ki deewaron aur zanjeeron ka loha dekha hai jailer sahab, Kaaliya ki himmat ka faulaad nahi dekha." | Kaaliya |
| "Don ko pakadna mushkil hi nahin, naamumkin hai." | Don |
| "Agar apni maa ka doodh piya hai to saamne aa." | Laawaris |
| "Tumhara naam kya hai, Basanti?" | Sholay |
| "Daaru peene se liver kharab ho jaatha hai." | Satte pe Satta |
| "Eh Caancha, saala bandook bhi dikhata hai aur peeche bhi hattha hai?" | Agneepath |
| "Aur aap, Mr. R.K. Gupta, aap mere najayaz baap hai? Meri maa ko aap se chahezillat aur beizzati ke siva kuch na mila ho, lekin main apni maa, usiShanti ki taraf se aap ki saari daulat vapas lauta raha hoon. Aaj aap ke paas aap ki saari daulat sahi, sab kuch sahi, lekin main aap se jaada n dekha. Good bye, Mr. R.K. Gupta." | Trishul |
| "Lekin woh aayee kyon nahin?" | Naseeb |
| "Woh aayegee." | Sharaabi |
| "Mukhtaar Singh ka naam suna hai?" | Kaalia/Shahenshah |
| "Mai aur meri tanhaai - aksar ye baatein karte hai...." | Silsila |
| "Mai jo bhi hoon, is wakt tumhare maalik ka maalik hoon bete." | Shakti |
| "Pain is my destiny and I can't avoid it." |
Kaala Patthar |
| "Mai feke hue paise ko nahi uthatha." | Deewar |
| "Jo mard hota hai, use dard nahi hota." | Mard |
"Ye telephone bhi ajeeb cheez hai- aadmi sochta kuch hai, boltha kuch hai, aur karta kuch hai."
| Agneepath |
| "Zindagi ka tambu teen bambuo pe khada hai." | Sharaabi |
More Dialogues
Missed Calls and Wrong Numbers
Since a month i have been getting frequent missed calls from a number in Jeddah. Last night i got a call from the same number and it rang long enough for me to answer. I politely explained to the individual that he has been dialing the wrong number and that he shouldn't call here any more. His response was
tum kaun hoon. This is not the first time a person dialing a wrong number has asked me this, i don't get it, what difference does it make. I need to come up with a witty response to this, may be some Amitabh Bachan dialogue. Anyways, I simply told him, thats besides the point and disconnected the line. An hour later the guy calls up again and this time i told him off, he hasn't called since. What is this need people have to be insulted before they'll listen to you.
Smoke Away
HAAAALLLPP!!!
My mom's birthday is comin up next week and this time around non of my sisters are here to come up with thing we should do, so any sensible suggestion would be welcome and remember people its the thought that counts :)
If its left to me i'll probably just end up buying a card and 'my' favourite cake :p
As for what i've been upto during my absense from the blogosphere, not much, just fooling around with my blog as you might have noticed.
P.S. Whats wrong with Hello it isn't uploading pics :(
Good ole barber
I went for a long due hair cut today and once seated explained to the guy what I wanted done which was quite simple actually I wanted them short, not long like they are right now, but he just didn’t seem to get it. He proceeded to name a whole list of
styles I had never heard of and I am sitting there listening to him totally lost when he mentions a familiar sounding name and I am like yes that’s it. With the details settled I begin to relax but not for long, the guy launches a full fledged assault on my hair, armed with his comb and scissors he is going at it with an obsession and vigor never before witnessed by me, I was afraid he was going to rip my ears off, which by the way are still soar. You can imagine my horror when he reached for the razor. I immediately started reciting which ever ayats and qalmas I could recall. To my immense relief he turned out to be extremely gentle with the blade, thanks probably to some bloody experience in the past.
This experience made me wonder, what happened to the good ole barber and the good ole barber’s shop where there is no style no nothing, you just go sit and he knows what’s to be done. You just can’t find them anymore; nowadays you have the hair salons and the hair stylist with all their ridiculous haircuts, oops sorry hairstyles, with price tags to match. There is this one that just doesn’t make any sense,
the mess, now why would I pay an individual to make my hair a mess, dude the reason I came to you is because it already is a mess.
Weekend
Saturday was a complete bore, determined not to have a repeat of it on sunday i went over to
Abdu's place, watched Taxi featuring the super sexy
Gisele as the bad guy(gal :p), went to play some snooker after a long time, wondering what to do next ended up at Agha's to see if they had tickets to Black Fish, or anything for that matter, but sadly no luck. Abdu checked out some valentine day cards for his fiance, there were some pretty naughty ones but found a couple with
sharifana wordings, u know 'fiance material' :p With nothing else to do went back to his place and watched Kate & Leopold starring the lovely
Meg Ryan. Went to defence market for some dinner topped up with strawberry shake (the first shake of the season always tastes the best). Then headed home and off to bed.
Medium or Regular
I went to get some Biryani today and the waiter asks me 'medium or regular?', and i am like which one is smaller. What is with these guys, it started off with the pizza places and its catching up now. Why can't they just say small, in fact if u've seen the size of the pizzas its more like tiny, some would say microscopic even :p
Basant
I just went out for a while and the roads are deserted, looks like most of Karachi has migrated to lahore for basant. This is depressing, I wish I was there too. We Karachites need to come up with a bigger, better and even more grossly hyped up festival, that'll show them :p
Should i go for it?
i got this in my inbox yesterday
"From: Miss Rana Marah Sadija
Attn: President/CEO
Email: ranamarah@zwallet.com
Dear friend,
This mail will definitely come to you as a surprise, but I must crave your indulgence to introduce myself to you. I am Miss Rana Marah sadija, Ethiopian by birth and Mistress to late Qusay Hussein brother to Uday Hussein sons of the Iraqi former leader, Saddam Hussein both killed in a firefight in Northern Iraq on 22 July 2003.
While I was still under the service of Qusay Saddam Hussein before his death, he made a swift deposit of US$50 Million in my name to a security firm in Europe (name with held), this money was to enable him seek a hideout and buy Ammunition to fight against US Military forces to support his embattled father in the struggle for survival in the pending America/Iraqi war. Unfortunately, he was killed before he could execute his exotic plans.
Since the death of Qusay, I decided to use these money for my personal investment but after Saddam Hussein capture, there have been several attempt of assassination on my part by unknown gun men hence I flee Iraq and decided to solicit your kind attention to help me receive this money as I do not know what next will happen to me. I am in a secret hideout and wish to secretly locate a sincere and trusted person who will take ownership of this money US$50 Million on my behalf. My life is now in danger, I do not know who to trust.
I am not willing to disclose the true location of the money for security Reasons, until I am convince you are truly willing to assist me. I would be pleased and grateful to you if you could assist me in collecting this consignment on my behalf from the security firm, upon which I will be offering you 30% for your efforts and assistance.
Allah bless you in abundance
Miss Rana Marah sadija"
A bit of advice
Never stand in front of a fan which u r gonna switch on after a month of non-use.
For the ladies
This is my dad's friend,
Trevor Castelino's, boutique on Zamzama, do check it out, you can have a look at the
website its got the address and stuff
Pic from the fashion show at Sheraton.
Pic from the fashion show at Beach Luxury, the background was a bit shoddy so i got rid of it.
I want one too...
Check out the card on the bottom left corner..."House Staff's Card"...now who's bright idea was that
Pakistani Bloggers
I included the pakistani bloggers code on my page today and just couldn't stand the green color which they have set so i customized it to match with my blog. If there is anyone else out there who would like to have their code fixed up a bit let me know and i'll see what i can do.
