Pictures are worth a few bitchy words

In the spirit of ennui, procrastination, "underground" magazines that run liquor and high fashion ads, valuable judgements of what is cool and what is gay and what is stupid and what is awesome and the tradition of witty self-mockery that is simultaneously commendable and hypocritical... lost my train of thought... anyway, in the spirit of Vice magazine I give you: DOs and DON'Ts. Version Sandhya.

DO

Only if its your birthday, so no one will call you a pretentious cockhead who thinks she's allowed to wear sunglasses at night. And only when you're too far gone to give a fuck what people say. You'll only call them a pussy and spit in their drink anyway.

DON'T

Be the last to show up and the first to pass out.

Okay... so I would have more to say if this was an actual picture of someone, but since I don't want to get into libel and slander and all that shit I can't put the real pic up. I wonder how Vice gets away with it? Probably because no one reads that shit anyway, except me. Will keep it going with the dos and donts, once I start photographing strangers and not people who can sue me.

You know what, blog? You deserve to be written in.

Significant thoughts that sum up the first Tuesday of the Spring '08 semester at Cunter College:

• Fat girls don't care if their clothes don't fit them. I had a view of three separate asscracks at one time.
• Too many grad school pricks are passing themselves off as professors and teaching my classes. 1 over 1/2 may be ambiguous, but so is my math teacher's sexuality.
• Coolie people really need to vote, and ,not as my mother says, "Long their tongues out." Actually, I don't know what that fuck that means either.

Quote of the day: "You shouldn't be satisfied with anything." -My Cog Sci prof, who is as cute as a button. He is literally a bunny rabbit, with glasses and an inverse mohawk. That aside. I sure as hell AM NOT satisfied with anything, let alone the quality of my education in comparison to the cost. This ridiculous $101.35 textbook better have the meaning of fucking life in it.

आजा रे मेरे दिलबर आजा <--thats fucking awesome. संध्या दहरी <--thats my name in Devangri script. <3the internet.

तट त्वं असी

Time to reinstate the blog

First order of business: I am always caught looking at asses. And it's almost never intentional. My focus just wanders.

Second: The Nat'l Womens Rights Conference was this weekend at Hunter. It was great and inspiring and empowering. The lack of news media coverage it got is disappointing though, despite a great speech by Rosie O'Donnell and appearance by the mother of all feminists, Gloria Steinem. I guess it just goes to demonstrate the dominance of males in media as well as every other field in the world. Oh well, that just means my article will be one of the few out there, even if it is for the Word Online.

Third: I dunno. Hopefully this blog will become increasingly more meaningful, once I start bloggin semi-regularly. brrrat brrrat

Yeh tere mere milnaaaa...

Okay, I admit, I've been making a conscious effort to move away from my obsession with Bollywood, but only because I realized it is FAR from the cinematic and cultural epicenter I imagined it to be. But come on, I grew up with the plotholes, over-acting, melodrama, spontaneous spectacularly choreographed dance sequences and the like. In fact, the latter is what makes a Bollywood movie for me, the music. Which is why I'm really curious about Aap Ka Suroor. Himesh Reshammiya is always so angry and constipated on Sa Re Ga Ma Pa, I'm not so sure that he left it behind when he made the leap to films. As the star of the movie, he's the main reason for my apprehension; supposedly the whole thing is based on his life. I'm kind of doubting that, especially with all the car chases and explosions, and Mallika Sherawat I've seen in the promos. And plus his hat bothers the fuck outta me, I wish he would take it off once in awhile.
Anyway, I haven't seen Aap Ka Suroor yet, and my summer going the way it's going, I really don't have any reason not to go. Oh wait, I thought of one. The Legendary Two Dolla Holla, is no longer in existence. I mean, a theatre still stands where it used to be, but pay an extra five to seven dollars to see up-to-date movies? Fuck that. I'd rather watch Fun with Dick and Jane five months after it's release, high off my ass, munching on a dollar hot dog.

Here, watch the video for the song I'm curently in love with:

Hot as a Crotch

I'm perpetually bored and I can feel my brain cells beginning to rot away, so I decided to start a blog. Y'know, to speed up the process.

Anyway, as with my youtube and veoh accounts the first thing I shall post is my very first feature film: 4:15. And maybe I'll post some other shit, of interest.



Part A




Part B