The Oscars presentations were embarrassing to say the least. This wise-ass Seth MacFarlane mistook the show for a comedy central stand up routine. He insulted people by his uncouth language. Respected actors deserved more. That Captain Kirk thing too was puerile. He has insulted more women in that one song ‘we saw your boobs’ than all the MCPs of the world could have done collectively. It was like watching a drunken cousin ruin a wedding ceremony.
Please who selects these ridiculous people? And that skit with Sally Field; did anyone find anything funny in it and why her? Anyway why is it necessary to make people laugh raucously? A joke inserted here or there is enough. The real entertainment is the presentation of the awards. This Seth made the show as if it was about him. Who is he? We in the rest of the world are not interested. If a billion people were watching, the presentation should have been done by someone who could portray the brand image of the Oscars and not destroy it. The flair has gone from the presentations. It is all slapstick and burlesque. Women need to be treated like princesses and not streetwalkers.
The show indeed seems to have been made in China. Please get your act together Academy.
How will I veer my massive Punjabi cruise ship around at the age of 62? A failed dieter nonpareil. A cookie freak. A pratha maniac. How will I ever manage to lose 10 Kg? A rum guzzler? Let me put it this way I consider food as my entertainment. I am not big on making new friends but new food? Give it to me Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Perhaps I have acquired this distorted thinking over the years that food can heal everything. Bananas for potassium and a breakfast substitute if you can find six of them. Tea and coffee as human motor oil. No sugar please in my tea but I will take three of those crunchy biscuits. Twisted? Yep, you got it. You are getting the picture. On the one hand it is ‘Bhookhe bajan na hoye Gopala’(you cannot chant prayers on an empty stomach) and on the other it is ‘you are eating your way to a heart attack.’
Food is no more a joking matter. It costs money. Imagine the all sustaining samosa has gone from ten paisa to seven Rupees. Seven rupees is 700 paise. A seventy times jump in fifty years. A coke has gone from 25p to ten rupees. A forty times jump. Not only is the food not good for my well being, I can’t afford it too. If we had not stomachs we would have lived and died in the place we were born. No one would have seen these massive wanderings in the sky in silver tubes searching for that delicacy in Paris or Hawaii. No stomach, no desire for food, no need to hunt animals, no need to plant corn, no need to fight over land. Eve would not have eaten the apple and Cain and Able would have been great pals.