Mau (Hindi: मऊ, Urdu: مئو maū), formerly Mau Nath Bhanjan (Hindi: मऊनाथ भंजन, Urdu: مئو نات بنجن), nearly 90 km from Varanasi is the powerhouse of textile weavers in Eastern Uttar Pradesh, India.It is divided into 4 tahsils , 9 blocks,596 gram panchayats and 1644 villages It is a small industrial town on the banks of Ghaghra (Saryu). The Tamasa river flows through the city. The credit of converting this city to a district goes to the (late) Kalpnath Rai (former MP for Ghosi). In 1960s it was the biggest supplier of a plant called plash.
Many myths are popular regarding history of Mau district. Popular opinion has it that the name Mau is considered to be derived from a bhojpuri word meaning "shiv and girja " (Hindi: garh, padav, chhavani). this is asur area asur mean dev generate lipi (language) Devnagri Lipi.
District Mau are part district Azamgarh. That the region including this district was inhabited in ancient times is testified by the presence of old indigenous people like Bhars or Rajbhars, Soeris and Cherus who possibly represent the descendants of the aborigines of this area. Vestiges of numerous embankmerts, tanks, caverns and stone forts are found in this district which still bear out their energy and skill. According to a local tradition, the country of the Bhars, which was included in the kingdom of Ayodhya in Rama's time, was occupied by Rajbhars and Asuras. The Bhars have left behind them large mud forts of which specimens may be seen at ghosi are asur mud forts bhar.
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Set against the urban jungle of 1963 New York's gangland subculture, this coming of age teenage movie is set around the Italian gang the Wanderers. Slight comedy, slight High School angst and every bit entertaining with its classic 1950's Rock n' Roll soundtrack such as "Walk Like a Man", "Big Girls Don't Cry" by The Four Seasons and "My Boyfriend's Back" by The Angels. Focusing around a football game where the different gangs play with and against each other, then at its grand finale, come together in a mass of union to defend their honour and their turf. Nostalgic stuff and above all a Rock n' Roll retrospective on a grand musical era. Timeless.
Keywords: 1960s, african-american, asian-gang, baldness, bare-butt, based-on-novel, blacks-versus-italians, bob-dylan, bronx-new-york-city, cheerleader
It's 1963. Meet The Wanderers... They were the hottest guys in town.
The magic, the music, the mystery of growing up.
It was The Wanderers against the world... and the world never had a chance!
Joey: Gotta go, but if you ever need us just whistle loud and we'll be there.
[Mr.Sharp writes on the blackboard "All men are created equal"]::Mr. Sharp: Who wrote this?::Class: You did, sir.
Chubby Galasso: It's a shame to see kids beatin' each other's brains out, especially when there's no financial advantage.
Joey: Twenty seven guys with the last name "Wong' all know Jujitsu and kill you with one judo chop.
Chubby Galasso: [Chubby knows that the out of town bowlers are hustlers, but is playing along]::Chubby Galasso: C'mon, you guys gonna play or not? Let's cut the bullshit. Wanna keep score, too? Go ahead. I'm just a dumb guinea. What do I know? For all I know, you guys could be pros.::Hustler #1: Hey, wh-what are you guys talking about?::Galasso Brother: You guys are real good, is what we're talking about. [saunters up to the hustlers with a menacing look]::Hustler #2: [hustlers look around, notice the bowling alley is clearing out of everyone not involved in their bowling match] Hey, wait a minute, what's happening? Where's everybody going?::Chubby Galasso: Just closing for a while, for a little privacy.::Hustler #2: [grabs his money and tries to run, as do the other hustlers; they are all caught and brought back by the Gallassos]::Galasso Brother: You guys are so good, it wouldn't be fair unless you bowled handicapped.::Hustler #1: 20 pins!::Chubby Galasso: Twenty pins? That's not what I was thinkin' about.::Hustler #1: 50 pins.::Chubby Galasso: No good. What I had in mind was a *real* handicap.::Chubby Galasso: [picks up a bowling ball and walks over to where his brother has one hustler pinned down in a bowling lane, his hand stretched out] I seen this in my favorite movie.::Chubby Galasso: [to the hustler] You ever seen "The Hustler'? Good enough for Paul Newman; good enough for you. [drops ball on hustler's hand]
Richie: You hear the whistle?::Buddy: Yeah. Ready to kick some ass!::[Joey and Turkey run by them]::Richie: Hey, Hey Joey! Who we fighting?::Joey: The Baldies!::Richie: The Baldies? Oh, shit!
[Richie and Despi are on her couch, where he's trying to get her to have sex]::Despie Galasso: Please, Richie, let me do it with my hand.::Richie: No! *I* can do it with my hand!
[Richie is facing Chubby after he gets Despi pregnant]::Chubby Galasso: I don't blame you. When I was your age, I was knockin' 'em off left and right; but I never did it with nobody's daughter. You should have given her an ankle bracelet and stuck to jerkin' off!
Peppy Dio: You guys are gonna win big tonight!::Joey: [about the bowling hustlers] What, are you kidding, Peppy Dio? These guys is good enough to be pros.::Peppy Dio: Now you're thinkin'. They is pros. Chubby checked up on them. They go around to the different lanes. Hustle the house bowlers. They hustle the hustlers. They are greedy boys.::Joey: Hey, what's Chubby gonna do?::Peppy Dio: Chubby got a way of creating miracles.
Peewee: Nobody fucks with the Baldies!
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When a five year old inner city kid witnesses the murder of a kind police officer, he is struck mute. However, his older brother and his gang refuse to let the murder of their friend and mentor go unsolved and they decide to band together and crack the case.
Keywords: bisexual, blaxploitation, child-witness, crime-solving, cross-dressing, crossdresser, doll, downtown-galveston, drag-queen, galveston-texas
A good black cop is dead. A crazy killer's on the loose. One little boy saw it all. Save that boy. Stay alive. Stay together. TOGETHER BROTHERS.
by Paul Kantner, Grace Slick, Joey Covington
Put your old ladies back into bed
Your old men back into their graves
Cover their ears so they can't hear us sing
Cover their eyes so that can't see us play
Get out of the way
Let the people play
We're gonna get down on you
Come alive all over you
Dancin' down into your town
Tyrannosaurus Rex was destroyed before
By a furry little ball that crawled along
The primeval jungle floor
And he stole the eggs of the dinosaur
CLOSE YOUR EYES & CREATE THE SOUND
OPEN YOUR HANDS & REBUILD THE GROUND
We are egg snatchers -
flashin' sunshine children
Diamond thieves
You unlease the dogs
of a grade-B movie star governor's war
While you sit in the dark -
insane with the fear of dying
We'll ball in your parks
- insane with the flash of living
I AM ALIVE
I AM HUMAN
I WILL BE ALIVE AGAIN
So drop your fuckin' bombs
Burn your demon babies
I WILL BE AGAIN -
The rabid lover-feelin' the starch in your grin
Callin' for acid cocaine and grass
And receiving your homemade gin
PUSH THE BUTTON
PULL THE SWITCH
CUT THE BEAM
C'MON MAKE IT MARCH
Sign me up as a diplomat - my only office is the park
You need to be out before you come in
And after you come you go
In the midst of Yang is a smaller part of Yin
And when it happens you know -
THE DAWN COMES
HEY DICK
Whatever you think of us is totally irrelevant
Both to us now and to you
We are the present
We are the future
You are the past
Pay your dues and get outta the way
'Cause we're not the way you used to be
When you were very young
We're something new
We don't quite know what it is
Or particularly care
We just do it - You gotta do it
Open your eyes there's a new world a-comin'
Open your eyes there's a new world today
Open your hearts people are lovin'
Open it all we're here to stay
1) Et jitt e Spill, dat – gläuv ich – jeder kennt,
vun dämm et heiß: „ Dä Dömmste jewennt „ :
Ahm besste ess, wenn du zwei Sibbener häss,
dozu zwei Buhre ... verjess dä Rest ... Mau-Mau ... Mau-Mau
2) Vun wäje „ Dame, König oder Ass „,
nur die Kaat zählt, die op die vorije pass.
Läät einer `n Sibbe, trick dä nächste zwei
un für sing Buhre hätt mer Wünsche frei ... Mau-Mau ... Mau-Mau
Refr.: Mau-Mau ess wie et Lääve, Mau-Mau ess `ne Flooch,
vun Kind ahn kritt mer dovun nit jenooch,
weil einem sons nix jrooß övvrich bliev.
Mer spillt Mau-Mau, weil et die Zick verdriev.
Mau-Mau ess Blöfferei, „ Kismet ... laach dobei !! „
Mau-Mau ess Glöcksaach, nit e bessje fair,
jraad weil et einfach ess, off furchbar schwer.
3) Na klar, Mau-Mau hätt nix zo dunn met Schach
wer keine Spaß verdräht, kritt janz flöck Krach
Für Mau-Mau bruchste‘e Poker-Face
domet du nit ding leezte Kaat verrööts ... Mau-Mau ... Mau-Mau
Vun der hängk alles aff, nur eins ess link:
wenn einer Sibbener un Buhre zink.
Mau-Mau ess Einsamkeit, wenn du nit weiß
met welcher Kaat du dich ahm besste stehs...Mau-Mau...Mau-Mau