Tapping my feet when in the showers...

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Switch on the TV and start surfing channels. Don't we feel bored to the bone... watching all those Sas Bahu serials and those stupid Rakhi & Sawant shows. Besides this I wonder how much can one endure seeing those Nobody & Anybody murdering time & values in the reality shows called Big Boss. These all being not enough we continue to get heavy doze of scribe elites, politicians and socialist debating common man and his never ending encounters with price,petrol & panic without value adding any work around solutions. We also remain slapped with never ending bytes on 3 G scams & political parties and politicians gimmicks. Though on rare occasions we do come to see one odd brave heart slapping politicians and reminding us of People power. Anyway it hardly helps us in making our thick skinned Parliamentarians do the job they are paid for. These lust & power greed politicians continue to use the tax payers money as a privy purse for financing their comforting luxuries. Notwithstanding all these,the poor common man on the street caries on his fight, frustrations and freaky moments of retaliations . Does all this not make you say Why this Kolaveri Di....

Now that brings me to this latest on line rage in the YOU TUBE. This quirky song in Tamil English may remain as stupid as our political environs, but it does cut across the barrier of languages and is proving a pleasant chart buster. It is a whiff of freshness around the day to day rotten political updates. And for me it is giving enough musical reasons for tapping my feet when in the showers...

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