August 25, 2008
The Caption Game: The "Pukka Baby" Edition
It is Monday, and that means it is time for a ridiculously-delayed (the last one I posted was last fall, I believe) edition of your favorite way to commence the day— The Caption Game. Since the vast majority of us are hungover, bleary-eyed, exhausted pensively contemplating our sure-to-be productive work week, captioning a funny (or in this case excruciatingly cute) picture is a gentle way to ease in to Monday.
This is little Avni and she is consuming an idli. Avni, idli, idli, Avni. Adorable, no? Avni’s mom was kind enough to allow us to imagine funny things baby might be thinking, as baby noms on one of my favorite South Indian foods. Blogger Neha Viswanathan of Global Voices Online inspired all of this when Avni showed up on her flickr stream. I thank her for securing permission from Mother, baby and idli, for this post.
Perplexed? Bemused? Hung-over? Consider previous editions of the Caption Game, awailable for your edification here: onnu, rendu, muunu, naalu, anji, aarru, erzhu , ettu, onpatu , pathu…
p.s. Backstory re: picture, after the jump. :)
…Avni insisted on dancing to all the Tam songs which we played for her at home. Through an astute system of elimination, we have figured out that she’s a big Ilayaraja fan. Any number from the 70s and 80s with the hint of 16 beats and synth has her jumping up and down. (She doesn’t quite stand yet, so you have to hold her upright while she does the jumping.)
But here was the BEST part of the day. While Prema attempted force feeding Avni Cow and Gate blandness, Avni promptly spat it out or cheated. Or just pursed her lips so tight, that the spoon could barely graze her lips. We then tried to give Avni idlis, vadais and dosai. Which she promptly gobbled up. Her tiny hands were just aching to get to all the plates. Anything with salt in it. She loved it! At one point Prema asked -Avni do you want your mum or idli. We don’t know if Avni understood anything, but she promptly reached out for the plate with the idlis on it. Aha! She opened her mouth WIDE everytime an idli was nearby.
This little one - she loves Ilayaraja, likes her idlis. If that is not Tree-Tamil, what is? [cho kyute!]
Avni, you have fantastic taste. The rest of you? Caption away!
anna at 11:00 AM in Caption This, Kids · 56 comment(s) · Direct link
July 23, 2008
Dude, where’s my car?
Just when former Senator Allen thought it was safe to leave the house, Wonkette reports a sighting of a car with a VA license plate reading MCACAS [HT: Blue].
Of course, a photo like this is just begging for a caption.
Also, feel free to speculate as to whose car this is and how it ended up with such a vanity license plate. Do you think this is the Macamobile of S.R. Sidhartha himself, with its patriotic bumper sticker? I mean, hopefully he does satire. Or is it a tone deaf racist exclamation by a die-hard Allen supporter? Or perhaps it belongs to an aspiring DJ, an MC Acas? What say you, intrepid Macacans?
Related posts: One Macaca, two macacas, three cute ‘lil macacas
ennis at 04:28 PM in Caption This · 17 comment(s) · Direct link
January 21, 2008
Another SM "caption contest"
Have at it Mutineers. Let’s see some of you drop your “lurker” status and creatively describe what is happening in these news pictures (all taken in the last 24 hours). And no, the monster from the movie Cloverfield was not spotted in Mumbai in case that is what you were thinking.
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For those of you who don’t have a creative bone in your body and just want the facts, here they are:
Stocks fell sharply worldwide Monday following declines on Wall Street last week amid investor pessimism over the U.S. government’s stimulus plan to prevent a recession.
U.S. markets were closed for Martin Luther King Jr. Day, but the downbeat mood from last week’s market declines there circled through Europe, Asia and the Americas. Britain’s benchmark FTSE-100 slumped 5.5 percent to 5,578.20, France’s CAC-40 Index tumbled 6.8 percent to 4,744.15, and Germany’s blue-chip DAX 30 plunged 7.2 percent to 6,790.19.
In Asia, India’s benchmark stock index tumbled 7.4 percent, while Hong Kong’s blue-chip Hang Seng index plummeted 5.5 percent to 23,818.86, its biggest percentage drop since the Sept. 11, 2001, terror attacks. [Link]
abhi at 05:24 PM in Caption This, Photos · 49 comment(s) · Direct link
October 04, 2007
The Caption Game: The "Surjeet-o Bandito" Edition
Hold on, let’s get this over with…
Okay, now that I’ve stood in the corner and thought about what I’ve done during my time-out, I half-heartedly apologize for being so insensitive as to vaguely reference a politically incorrect, wayyy-before-your…and-really-my time cartoon character/mascot.
My bad. If it helps, it’s a rather obscure ref and I did change the “first name” to something browner (shout out to my friend Surjeet, who is sure to be THRILLED about this). Anyfoo.
Monday came and went, with nary a caption game in sight; I blame you. What, on top of everything else in my disorganized, estrogen-powered day, I need to discover non-existent time with which to ferret out funny pictures?
Wait, what?
I do? Meh.
Well, if we’re relying on ME, then prepare for tardy everything (including me). I saw this on the BBC website yesterday and that is why we have an uber-late* CG today, which is THURSDAY for those who are either hung-over, a disciple of Rip Van Winkle or too confused to keep count.
So, now that you’ve seen the amusing picture, kindly be doing what some of you do best— caption away. Why should you expend such effort? Because a photograph like that deserves more than this (you know there’s no-o-o-othing):
Indian cricketers pose with turbans, before a one-day international against Australia. [Beeb]
Perplexed? Bemused? Constipated? Consider previous editions of the Caption Game, awailable for procrastinating purposes here: éka, dvá, trí, catúr, páñca, s.as., saptá , as.tá, náva…
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*Use of “uber-” in this post is courtesy of UberDesi— a.k.a. Sepia Mutiny for FOBs^, a.k.a. All the news which SM is too prim to print, a.k.a. the brown group blog which infamously advised you on how to improve the taste of your…stuff via pineapple juice consumption— which is a year old today. Thank you for granting us permision to borrow your GERMAN WORD and for letting us gank your trademark term there, you’re a peach. One should assume that all materials, information, data, text, or images, (collectively the Materials) which reference “uber”…anything, really, are either the property of or used with permission from UberDesi, which, again is celebrating its first year of blogebrity. As such, unless you are notified otherwise, these Materials are subject to the copyright laws of Desistan and may not be used without the prior express permission of UberDesi, to whom we vish a wery merry birrrday and a clap-py new year.
^Don’t yell at me! THEY call themselves that! Besides, DBD is our term and I didn’t feel like faking more legalese to remind you of that. ;)
anna at 04:27 PM in Caption This, Humor, Short · 31 comment(s) · Direct link
September 24, 2007
The Caption Game: "Chak de India"-Edition
If it’s Monday, you must be as hung-over…err… depressed…tired as I am— but wait! It’s a brand new week and surely there will be much fighting/gnashing of teeth/troll-feeding to do in the days ahead. Isn’t that daunting? Well, fret not, my pets.
The best thing about Mondays at the Mutiny is being able to play The Caption Game, a nice, easy warm-up for the week. You may not be able to touch your toes, but you can injure your funny bone trying to outwit Dravidian Lurker, MoorNam, PingPong et al. (Rahul…I’m pouring out some Old Monk for you, son. You are the missed.)
This picture, which was thoughtfully submitted by Jeet a few days ago (thanks!), is just pleading for a different label— look at what it’s been saddled with:
Harbhajan Singh’s joy is apparent as he catches Kevin Pietersen, England v India, Group E, ICC World Twenty20, Durban, September 19, 2007. [link]
Oh, come now. You mutineers can do better than that! Especially since the boys in blue have made some of you verrrry happy, right? :)
Confused?
Irritated?
Think this silliness is something new for the mutiny? How wrong you are, my sleepy friends. Lo, previous editions of the captioning game will prove that this isn’t a one-time timesuck: Ikk, Dhoe, Tinn, Char, Panj, Chhay, Suth, Utt…
anna at 01:15 PM in Caption This, Humor, Sports · 97 comment(s) · Direct link
September 17, 2007
The Caption Game: "Ini Kamoze"-Edition
If it is Monday, then it is time to segue back in to Sepia timepassing gently. After all, you’ve had quite the weekend, I’m sure. Exercise your commenting skillz by playing the caption game! Don’t you know that working out without a proper warm-up isn’t wise? ;)
Many thanks to Paul, who guaranteed we’d be able to play today by sending in this tip (“a great candidate for a caption contest”); if any of you spot similarly interesting, “Brown” photographs, pass them along! This picture accompanied an article, some of which is available after the jump.
So, just what is going on here? I’m sure that a few of you already know (and may have witnessed the spectacle yourselves!), but if you don’t recognize the hotstepping, here’s the relatively-somber caption the L.A. Times gave this image:
A Pakistani guard, left, and an Indian counterpart march during a nightly border-closing ceremony. It’s an elaborate, almost comical, show of martial bravado and chest-puffing that has gone on for nearly 60 years. [LAT]
Not sure how to play? Peep these previous editions of captioning fun: Ondhu, Eradu, Mooru, Naal’ku, Aydhu, Aaru, EyLu…
WAGAH CROSSING, INDIA-PAKISTAN BORDER — If nations rose and fell according to their camp quotient and funny hats, then these rivals would still be locked in a total stalemate.
Who doesn’t love CAMP!
Most every evening for nearly 60 years, a peculiar ritual has unfolded here on what has been one of the world’s hottest borders. As twilight approaches and the gates are about to close between India and Pakistan, the guards on either side face off in an elaborate show of martial bravado and chest-puffing that nonetheless includes that most basic of fraternal gestures: the handshake.
Hundreds of spectators from both countries cheer as their men in uniform strut, goose-step and stamp their feet like impatient bulls. Individual guards on either side break ranks and power-walk toward one another as if to collide head-on, but stop just short of the line dividing their homelands and glower fiercely through their mustaches.
I’m rather anti-facial hair, which makes me a bad Malayalee, but I must say, the final five words of that quote almost make me appreciate a good meesha. ;)
Patriotic songs boom through loudspeakers as the national flags are lowered at exactly the same speed and the gates finally swing shut.
Would that the craptastic filmi dances one has to sit through at every single “community” event were as well-coordinated. If you want to imitate Bollywood, do it properly and don’t be THAT girl who’s constantly two beats behind. Especially during the turns or the dramatic sinking to the floor. It looks awful. Take a lesson from the glowering moustaches, ladkis.
The tightly choreographed ceremony is part colonial pomp, part macho posturing and part Monty Python’s Ministry of Silly Walks. The rowdy tourist crowds eat it up.
If you ask me, there isn’t enough Monty Python in the world. Jai Hind! Er…and…Pakistan.
“Everything was just perfect,” Rajat Kalia, an electrical engineer who lives in Delhi, said after a recent viewing. “It’s impressive.”
It is also, of course, a manifestation of a very real rivalry that has produced three bloody wars since the twin birth of India and Pakistan in 1947.
For half an hour each evening at sunset, the decades of enmity are sublimated in a mostly good-natured, almost comical competition between the men in black, wearing headgear with fantails of the same color (Pakistan); and the men in khaki, whose hats are adorned with scarlet fantails (India).
They set up bleachers for this. They even have MCs to get the crowd hyped. No word on whether anyone does the wave or if either side is subjected to that stupid “right side/left side/who is louder?” game.
…Kalia, the engineer, found the event a good-humored, patriotic bit of fun, a friendly contest between two rival nations over pomp and circumstance. It wasn’t a competition in which national pride and prestige were really on the line.
“If it’s cricket,” he said, “then it’s a completely different feeling.” [LAT]
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Silly title courtesy of this annoying joint. Like you didn’t know.
anna at 01:03 PM in Caption This, History · 199 comment(s) · Direct link
