I’m no longer surprised when Varun breaks into random song and dance. Especially when it is a popular song with words replaced to make it appropriate to our situation, such as each friday he sings “Friday” and inserts our plans for the evening. But the other night, when he started singing in a girly voice, “Mera naam Chin Chin Choo” as we sat down to eat chinese food, I looked up in shock (This means, My name is Chin Chin Choo).
Me: HAHA! Um…What?
Varun: (singing) Mera naam Chin Chin Choo!
Me: Is this because we’re eating dumplings?
Varun: It’s a real song. Actually, now that I think about it, it seems racist. Hmm…I wonder if it’s on youtube. [looks it up and finds it]. Here it is, look!
This is what happens when you combine Indian cinema, big band music and oriental flair…See if you can watch this without laughing. We can’t.