Watch MTV roadies auditions.
They are super entertainment, especially for voyeuristic junkies like me. That apart, I’m figuring out that the difference between my youth, and the youth of today, is fame.
Yeah, they will do anything for it. Raghu, the hot guy who’s thought up the show is the guy who interviews these poor suckers. And he thrives on insulting them. You loser. You asshole. Dance for me. You’re a fucking bore. Take off your shirt. You call that a body?
Oh man, it goes on and on. And they just take it. Because they all want the fame. The camera on their face.
I’ve been thinking if anyone I knew in college would take this kind of stuff. Nope. Don’t think so. Maybe we just didn’t know what a high fame can be.
But ya, more than the music, the language, the clothes, the ambition, it’s the hunger for fame that’s been added to the equation.
And oh, the new GQ (not the Indian one), is fantastic. It’s the celebrating 20 years issue and I’ve been trying to finish reading it for the last one week. But it just will not get over.
It’s got interviews with Tony Blair. The Oasis boys. David Lynch. David Beckham. Andrew Flintoff. Eminem. Sir Alex Fergusson. And yoo hoo, Jack Nicholson.
Get your hands on it. If you don’t have to buy it, and can flick it from a friend or office, even better.
And I shall sign off with three things you should know (all dug out from the said GQ)
By 2008 annual production of Havaianas had reached 105 million pairs, with five pairs being manufactured every second.
Well, that’s quite a feet eh?
By controlling the enzyme regulating blood supply, the key ingredient (sildenafil citrate) enabled anyone to have sex for up to four hours. That’s how Viagra works.
Uh... actually I’m sorry I’m late...it was the damn traffic.
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