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Humor / Satire We have had the industrial revolution, the information revolution and now we are experiencing the remix revolution. What! You don�t agree with me? I�ll convince you in less time than it would take a remix item girl to drop her clothes.
�My, even the visuals have got mixed up. An old classic has got entangled with a soft-porn movie�, I wondered to myself. �Wha�. What is this?� I mumbled aloud. �This is a remix number mama. It rocks doesn�t it?� �It certainly does. I feel like banging my head against the nearest available rock,� I snapped and walked out. But it is not music alone which has fallen prey to the remix revolution. Take the Indian economy. It started off with in a mixed avatar, then it soon became a �mixed-up� economy and now it has donned the incarnation of a remix one. The public sector employees are being made to work like private sector ones, the private sector workers like multinational guys and the multinational �stars� are being made to work so much that they don�t have time to live. All this together is creating a crazy, chaotic potpourri, which can best be termed remix economy. The generation next is the proud flag bearer of this remix revolution. Its language, culture and values - everything reeks of remix. As far as the language is concerned it can only be described as Hindish or Hinglish : �Ash kya cool lagti hai. Maan she�s really hot isn�t she?� my neighbor�s son, declares to his friend. He is clad in carefully torn jeans and skin tight T-Shirt, a tattoo on his doley-sholey arm and his gelled hair is casually in place. A ring on one of his thick eye brows and a goatee on his fleshy face complete the picture of the cool dude. His paradoxical compliment paid to India�s female icon is as weird as his sartorial elegance and after spending some precious moments trying to figure out its meaning I give up. Culture too has become a weird medley. My cousin�s wife observes Karva Chauth and breaks her fast with pizza from Macdonald�s! Ideologies and values are as straight as a jalebi. The leftist government woos private investors with a zeal that would put all the Romeos and Majnus and even our very own Salman Khan to shame. The urban rich who are as strange to hunger as a cannibal would be to vegetarianism unleash anti-poverty campaigns for Page 3 coverage. So finally what is going to be the outcome of the remix revolution? My answer is: Jaane kya hoga Rama re, jaane kya hoga Maula re. YO!!� October 22, 2006 Image of cover jacket of remix album: Ek Pardesi Mera Dil Le Gaya
The Week of October 22, 2006
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few months ago, sitting in my study, I heard one of my favorite songs
from the fifties playing on the TV: Saayan dil mein aana re, aakey
phir na jaana re�..Only it sounded different. I rushed to the
drawing room where the TV is placed. �Hey Garima, why is the song
sounding so different? I think two songs are overlapping,� I yelled to
my teen age niece enroute. When I reached within viewing distance I was
in for a greater shock. I had expected to see a black and white scene in
soft focus with the heroine gently singing. Instead I found three girls
in various stages of undress thrusting their respective pelvises at the
camera and gyrating away to glory. 
