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I saw the movie Gunda featuring the ever-green (augh) Mithun Chakravarty in all his flamboyance (yeah, right!). For those yet untouched by this epic, already being hailed as the movie of the century, please watch it. It’s soooo complex that it’s beyond the comprehension of any earthling, present or future. The movie didn’t particularly strike a chord with most of us (you thought I’d watch this masterpiece alone?) but the dialogues were an instant hit. I am presenting a select few to the delight of millions of Mithun fans out there (I would like to be struck by a lightning after I hit the Publish button)

Disclaimer-cum-background information: Feminists excusing pliss, but the actresses (am I using the politically correct term?) in this movie were meant for being raped, murdered and prostitution.

Now for the real thing:

1. Munni meri munni…to tujhe lambu ne lamba kar diya…machis ki tilli ko khamba kar diya…

2. Mera naam hai ibu hatela…maa meri chudail..baap mera shaitan kaa chela…khaayega kela?

3. Bhaaaiii…..mere bhaaaiiii….
yaad kar ..humne saath main kitne item bajaaye hain..tu kahan chala gaya mere bhaaiiii ?!

4. Bhai o mere bhai kahan chala gaya tu , tu hi to chikna tha , tu hi to mere liye bandiya pata ta tha , fir main unhe …. kar deta tha ?!!!

5. Aree tu mujhko chhod ke chali gai , maine tere liye kitne chikne dhundhke rakhe they … booo hoo hoo ?!!!

6. Mein hoon jurm se nafrat karne wala….shareefo ke liye jyoti..gundo ke liye jwala

7. Arey mere Kundan, lagaaoo mein tere ko chandan…

8. Heroine - Kholi mere dil ki khaali hai .. tu aake usme bas jaana ..
Mithun Da - Mein jaadoo koi chalaaoonga .. tu haste haste phus jaana

9. And now the mother lode:
Mera naam hai mulla, main rakhta hoon hamesha khullaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

All this and more at this page completely dedicated to one of the god’s most memorable movies.

The guys at ClearPHP have been naughty again. So here I am with my old post (inspired by Black Adder) making a re-re-debut in the world of Wordpress blogging, with the help of a new service called Blogsome. The previous link will still work and you’ll be automatically redirected to this new blog.
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A disastrous, insonorous fanfare is heard as the author enters stage left and stumbles at the door, casts an evil look at everyone but the audience. Takes a smiling bow but suddenly frowns as he has torn the posterior of his rather tight trousers. The smile quickly returns albeit a little toned down this time as he utters rather emphatically “I’m baaaaaack!” Lifts both his hands in the air attempting a triumphant gesture and realizes his folly as his belt-less/suspender-less pants, held up earlier by his forelimbs, drop below the limits of decency. Quick and even more stumbling exit, stage right.