The News Review:
- Bollywood No Longer A Dream Too Far for India’s Lower Castes
- A guide to Latin dance types
- Commentary: Dolphins continue their dance with Taylor
- Pray what’s this new tune?
- So many reasons to love golf
Bollywood No Longer A Dream Too Far for India’s Lower Castes
Washington Post – Apr 27, 2008
"It’s something new in the air for young people in some parts of India" said Trisha Karmakar 24 a member of a lower caste who moved to Mumbai from the poor densely populated state of Uttar Pradesh. "It’s a feeling that at least there’s a small chance for lower castes and not just for the star kids who have their godfathers and always get the callbacks. "Karmakar speaking one recent day in a neighborhood of acting and dance schools beauty parlors and pawnshops said she has yet to land a role. But she said she is close to breaking into TV soap operas. "Even if the chance is tiny we are here and we are dreaming big Bollywood dreams" she said. "We are no longer just desperate beggars ragpickers and rickshaw pullers. Now we are desperate to be dancers singers and melodramatic lead actresses… "India is really a special place for film. It’s second only to religion in the way it occupies people’s minds and dreams" said Barry John a longtime drama teacher who recently opened an acting school in Mumbai. "It’s going to be very hard for people from poorer backgrounds to break in almost impossible. But the point is that there is now hope. "Because film is such an important part of Indian life it has the power to change ideas and often provide a space for the nation to digest those changes Dalit activists say. "Dalits don’t find a place in the film industry except as viewers" said M. Swathy Margaret a Dalit from Hyderabad who is working toward her PhD in Indian film studies.
A guide to Latin dance types
Sarasota Herald-Tribune – Apr 27, 2008
com | Southwest Florida’s Information Leader. com Sarasota Manatee Venice North Port Englewood Charlotte… TANGOSultry sophisticated and unabashedly sexy the famous Argentine tango first established itself in the smoky lounges of late-19th-century Buenos Aires. Nowadays it still looks just as good offstage as on helping countless strangers break the ice at social milongas and restaurants. This story appeared in print on page E1.
Commentary: Dolphins continue their dance with Taylor
Palm Beach Post – Apr 27, 2008
Did anybody ever try to cut in? Right around 8 p. deep into the draft's second round it seemed the Tampa Bay Buccaneers would… "What does Bill Parcells deserve after failing to move the Dolphins' all-time sacks leader in nearly six hours of draft-day maneuvering? A rare dusting of doubt to be sure for Big Tuna rarely goes hungry like this. On top of that General Manager Jeff Ireland's end-of-the-day explanation that the Dolphins "didn't get any calls so there was no discussion" about trading Taylor well that just turns the so-called war room into a cushy break room for team executives and that just doesn't ring true. After picking signing and sealing Jake Long four days early as the first pick overall in the draft Parcells and the Dolphins had nothing but time to find a frantic first-round trade partner or at the very least a team willing to bend a little in the second. What's more the drafting of Clemson defensive end Phillip Merling with Miami's second pick of the day the 32nd overall seemed hard evidence that the Dolphins were moving on without Taylor in the plans for 2008. So why didn't this trade happen a deal that makes so much competitive sense for Taylor and so much financial sense for the team all sentiment aside?For the answer we must go to the one thing that's known on a day of mystery. Parcells has a stubborn streak that positively precludes him from signing off on a deal not to his liking.
Pray what’s this new tune?
Times of India – Apr 27, 2008
For through the incessant chanting of Jai Mata Diby devotees trudging up to the cave-shrine he heard the strains of hisfavourite Bollywood number Mauja HiMauja appropriately changed to Ma Ke Dar Pe Mauja HiMauja. Thatpopular culture represented by a flamboyant Bollywood has seeped into therealms of devotion and mysticism is not a new phenomenon. In fact Hindi filmsfirst popularized bhajans with the eternal Om Jai JagadishHare Swami Jai JagadishHare from the film Purab AurPaschim (1970). And no jagrata a devotional festival dedicated to the Mother Goddess that lasts through thenight reaches its culmination without an enthused crowd singing Tune Mujhe BulayaSherawaliye Mein Aaya Mein AayaSherawaliye from Aasha (1980) as well as Chalo Bulawa Aaya HaiMata Ne Bulaya Hai from Avtaar (1983).
So many reasons to love golf
Charleston Post Courier – Apr 27, 2008
I love the way a golf cart beeps when you back up jerks when you start forward goes a little faster than you expected and clicks when you lock the brake. I love the idea of the practice range the ball dispensing machines the little plastic baskets the guy in the picker-upper-mobile the perception of progress the first wedge and the last drive you hit. I love the putting green like a dance floor where you drop three balls steer clear of each other’s space make some miss some scoop them up and walk away like you’ve learned something. Fairways frog hairI love the first tee the way starters greet and give you instructions the concept of cart-path-only the beauty of the 90-degree rule the feel of a brand new scorecard and those little pencils without erasers. I love the smell of freshly mowed fairways in the morning the bending at the waist the one-legged ballet balancing your weight on your driver sticking a tall white tee into the ground placing a ball on top and believing this is going to be the day. I love the sound of a practice swing the moment of address the waggle and the first inch of the back swing from which there is no return. I love the exact moment of impact the bend in the shaft the imperceptible grunt of human effort the follow through and the inevitable pose… I love gap wedges new grips head covers sprinkler heads playing with strangers the handicap system ball washers hazard stakes drop areas and the white tees. I love filling divots fixing ball marks avoiding your partner’s putting line and greenskeepers who stop mowing while you hit. I love greenside bunkers with high lips frog hair fast greens the clank of a pin being dropped sand wedges left on the putting surface putts that break left putts that break right downhill putts uphill putts and those devilish putts that don’t break at all. Caddies chili dogsI love all manner of ball marks like pocket change and plastic things that snap on your glove hang on your pocket or clip on your cap. I love putters that come in all shapes and sizes like people only stranger and less willing to accept blame until banished to the way-back part of your car trunk. I love the purr of a putt rolling against the grain the way the logo wobbles when the ball slows down the anxiety it creates when it gets close and the oh-so-sweet sound when it finds the bottom of the cup. I love one-putts two-putts three-putts backhanded jabs good-goods gimmes and the ones just outside the leather.