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Spare the Angrez....

I'm talking about the "Hinglish" (Hindi + English) medley of songs in Bollywood movies these days. Regional movies are holding their language forts. It's only the Bolly songs that drives me bally. Really.

Most of the songs have such a mix of English and Hindi. It's all so confusing that my brain gets pretty much fried by the time a song is over. Constantly switching from English to Hindi and back to English again, drives me up the wall. Even a novice in hindi like me can tell you that it's a beautiful and rich language with tons of vocabulary to choose from. So, why unceremoniously borrow?

You know what my wildest dream would be - Collect all these film lyricists and lock them up in room. No food or water until they get all their songs out in chaste Hindi. Or worse, order the Chinese "word" torture....make them listen to all their lyrics over and over again until they promise to pen better.

The Angrez have left a long time back. Please get over it, filmi people. Or, by any remote chance, if this is supposed to sound cool and hip, could somebody shoot me in the hip, pleassse? Hey.....get the pun and drop that gun, will ya?
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