“Let’s
go Bananas! Bananas! Bananas! Bananas!
Bananas! Bananas! Bananas!
Let’s go Bananas! Bananas! Bananas! Bananas!
Bananas! Bananas! Bananas!”
No,
I haven’t had an episode of non compos
mentis, nor have I indeed gone bananas. Not yet at least. This is the
chorus from a song called ‘Hey Mr. DJ’ from the movie ‘Phata Poster Nikhla Hero’
which recently caught my attention on account of the ridiculous use of the word
‘Bananas’. It’s been used, brace yourself, FIFTY SIX times in the entire song,
so much so that I have added it to the playlist titled ‘Listen when Constipated’
along with the likes of Lungi Dance from Chennai Express, Bang Bang from The
Great Gatsby and Harlem Shake. Just to be clear, the name of the playlist is to
be comprehended literally. Like literally.
I
am the kind of person who smirks and sniggers crudely when I hear my parents or
grandparents comment in utter disappointment and disapproval about ‘the songs
these days.’ There is a video I saw recently about how a “brown” parent would
have reacted to Wrecking Ball (Miley Cyrus). If you haven’t seen it yet, please
do and you will agree with me that it is quite an accurate description of the aforementioned
situation (maybe slightly exaggerated but hey, I’m not one to judge; either
this video or the intended Miley Cyrus video). I mean, it’s understandable
right? It is, after all, because of generation gap right?
Wrong.
If
you pay attention to the songs these days, in particular the lyrics, this is
probably how you would retort:
On
a closer examination, I grasped that the songs fall broadly into the following six
categories
(Note:
A strictly Desi observation. Adjust please):
1) Damn I’ve lost my vocabulary
Samuel Coleridge once said that poetry is nothing but the best
words in the best order. I think the person who wrote the song, Malang from Dhoom
3 took it a little too seriously:
Dum malang malang
Dum dum malang malang
Malang malang dum dum
Malang malang, malang malang
Dum ishq, ishq hai malang mera
Yes, we understand
that you are madly in love; besotted, infatuated and smitten. We get it.
Really. What we don’t get is how one sings this song the first time without
getting tongue-twisted. Try it. I mean it.
2) The Yo Yo Honey Sting Phenomena
When he began
his career with songs like Angrezi Beat from the album International Villager and
the title track of the Tamil movie, Ethir Neechal, I was pleasantly surprised
and it was quite frankly, refreshing to hear a different style of Desi Hip
Hop/R&B in Bollywood. But now, whenever I listen to a new Hindi song, I wait
in bated breath for the first fifteen seconds, desperately hoping that I won’t
hear “Yo Yo Honey Singggghhhhuuuuuu!” Overdose. Plain and simple.
3) Bitch, I can rhyme
I shall
admit here that I find sentences with rhyming words absolutely fascinating, as
is evident from some of my blog posts. I find unparalleled joy when my
sentences rhyme. My friends have pointed out, exasperatedly, that I have been
using them way more often than is advisable or humanly tolerable. In this
backdrop, do you think it is at all possible for a person like me to find
rhyming words in sentences weary and gross? Yes.
Blue Eyes, hypnotize teri kardi a mennu
I swear! Choti dress mein bomb lagdi mennu
Even though
this song, Blue Eyes by the YoYoDude killed the charts, it also killed my soul
and the little respect I had for him. The levels of laziness displayed in the
lyrics never fail to bewilder me. Oh and one more of the YoYoDude from Lungi Dance:
Ghar pe
jake tum Google karlo
Mere bare
mein Wikipedia pe padlo
Creativity
just died; and spins (not rolls) in its grave every time someone hears this
song. Given everything said so far, it is only fair to expect crazy shit from a
YoYoDude’s song but this is just too much ya. I weep for the future of Desi
Music.
4) Like you’re listening anyway
A Matt
Groening said “I know all those words but that sentence makes no sense to me.” More
often than not, we find ourselves in such a situation and that was precisely my
response when I first heard the song Oye Boy Charlie:
O my baby
baby
Tera
chakkar chala jalebi
I did a Google
search on what the second line meant and the result had me in splits: “Your
whirlpool circles around me like a jalebi.” Now every time I have a Jalebi, I sing
this line to the person next to me; which I now I realize is perhaps why people
avoid me at weddings. Sigh.
5) Pay me a million and I will come up with a word.
A lousy non-existent word. Even two.
Booty Shake Booty Shake
Dapaankoothu Hardcore
Shoulder Hichik Michik
Body Hichik Michik
Gimme gimme gimme gimme
Gimme gimme some more
Stop shaking your booty! And what the hell is hichik michik? I
pray, from the very bottom of my heart, stop asking us to:
Give you Give you Give you Give
you
Give you Give you some more.
Whatever it may be.
6) I was too cools for English grammar classes
It’s become acceptable these days to say “I do party all night.”
What else do you do-do all night? And when will you stop do-doing whatever you
did-do all night? And then there’s this beautiful and melodious song from
Student of the Year called ‘Ishq Wala Love.’ Ishq means love. And love
means, well, love. So what is Love Wala Love?
There’s probably more but I fear that if I keep digging, I may
eventually stop listening to music altogether. Now that would be a catastrophe
considering it is the only thing that’s keeping me from screaming at people in
an Arnab Goswami fashion. So I guess all this proves is that, in a way, our
parents’ and grandparents’ reactions are justified; and that we are headed in a
path that has little or no direction. Basically it’s depressing. So whatodoo?
a) Turn off
that part of your brain that has this intense desire to logically reason everything.
b) Hit play on
your iPod.
c) Let’s go
Bananas! Bananas! Bananas! Bananas!