You know, from time to time over the years, we here at Video Video headquarters find ourselves entertaining visiting rock dignitaries from all over this fair land of ours—especially Detroit. And, after the obligatory break-theice rockcritspeak formalities (�Do you realize that I actually bought that Prefab Sprout record based on your recommendation?�; �No, I do not think that �Do the Clam� has any redeeming social value�; �Yes, I agree—Roger Whittaker/s God!�) are dispensed with, we often notice that some of our guests begin to fidget in their seats and break into a cold sweat as they nervously eye the videocassette archives housed against the back wall of the complex. Soon these agitated persons are leaning over and whispering in our ear a question we�ve heard many, many times before.

�Hey, er, listen,� they ask, attempting to sound nonchalant, �Would you happen to know of any place around here where a guy might find some good bhujia?� It is upon the utterance of this coded statement that we then know what our friend is really after, and it ain�t no deep-fried vegetable fritter made from carrots and onions, neither. No, what he craves is a private screening of one of our treasured collection of (hubba hubba) international videos. Since the password this time is bhujia, we�re tipped off that our visitor is desirous of audio-visual satisfaction by way of an Indian video (had he said �flan,� it would have meant that Iris Chacon was what he was after, but that�s a whole other story), and that means it�s time for a rare glimpse of that surefire, crowd-pleasing jewel in the crown known as �Mai Rajah, Tu Rani.��