!anaj ,em s'taht

And a totally insufficient dowry!

Nova had this Indian Christmas Carol video on her blog recently, and I’ve already watched it so many times that I keep singing to myself: “and a totally insufficient dowry!” (eine absolut ungenügende Mitgift bzw. Aussteuer). The video numbers the odd things for which India might be known elsewhere – if it were a song about Germany, it would mention German engineers, lack of humour, Vorsprung durch Technik, advantage through technology, Sauerkraut and/or Bratwurst, Football and probably Hitler. So I guess that India is better off than Germany!

The virtual artist himself is called Boymongoose, and this is his website.

Someone by the name of Dipankar was so kind as to type up all the 12 verses of the song – wow. I would have done that if he hadn’t (the good thing about the internet is that it allows you to find people who are as silly as yourself:-) I need to watch it again and see whether he got it right..

On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 4th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 4 Hari Krishnas (is that Indian), 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 5th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 5 Indian games (I want to be the cowboy), 4 Hari Krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 6th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 6 IT graduates, 5 Indian games, 4 Hari Krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 7th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 7 Eleven workers, 6 IT graduates, 5 Indian games, 4 Hari Krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 8 Bollywood films (I didn’t eat the baby, was the dingo ate the baby), 7 Eleven workers, 6 IT graduates, 5 Indian games, 4 Hari Krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 9th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 9 tele-marketers (g’day mate, this is Colin Jones, are you wanting greater car rates), 8 Bollywood films, 7 Eleven workers, 6 IT graduates, 5 Indian games, 4 Hari Krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 10th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 10 minute yoga (think the lotus, feel the lotus, drive the Lotus), 9 tele-marketers, 8 Bollywood films, 7 Eleven workers, 6 IT graduates, 5 Indian games, 4 Hari Krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 11 syllable names (P Sarvan Muthu Double Decker Bus), 10 minute yoga, 9 tele-marketers, 8 Bollywood films, 7 Eleven workers, 6 IT graduates, 5 Indian games, 4 Hari Krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 12 cricket ball tamperers (I was simply correcting the stitching), 11 syllable names, 10 minute yoga, 9 tele-marketers, 8 Bollywood films, 7 Eleven workers, 6 IT graduates, 5 minutes of fame, 4 Hari Krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry…

Touchdown!

P.S. Yes, I finished all my corrections for the day and even did a but of planning of the Monday course. Work will continue tomorrow, sigh.
P.P.S. This was another copy catter post from me today, but I cannot do any better at the moment.