sari

• pakistan, hindistan ve bangladeş'te kadınların giydiği tek parçadan oluşan giysi..kumaşın cinsine göre kadının durumu anlaşılır..kamala markandaya''nın acı adlı romanında sariler hakkında pekçok ayrıntı belirtilir.
• hint kadının milli kıyafeti haline gelmis geleneksel giysi..dikdörtgen şeklinde keten ya da ipekden yapılan bir tek kumastan ibaret olan giysi. giyiliş şekli, rengi ve dokusuyla giyen kişinin sosyal statüsü, mesleği, bölgesi ve dini hakkında bilgi verir
• sari sözcüğü hintçedir..
• finli kiz ismi.
• hintli kadınların geleneksel giysisi olarak kullanılan sariler 5 bucuk metre uzunlugunda kumaşlardır. kolları ve omuzları orten ancak gobegi acıkta bırakan bir bluz ve uzun bir etegin uzerine sarılarak kullanılırlar.
• (bkz: sâri)
  (bkz: sirayet)
• hint kadınlarının giydiği, uzunluğu 4 ila 9 metre arası değişen, cıvıl cıvıl renklerde kumaş. bir adet büstiyerimsi üst ile tamamlanır ve çok şıktır. sadece vücuda çeşitli formlarda sarılarak giyilir, çatal iğne vs. ile tutturulmaz.
• nellie mckayin tekerleme gibi (rap de denebilir) söylediği eğlenceli şarkısı. sorry demek ister aslında ama sari diye yazılır (biraz da söyleyişindeki yamukluğu vurgulamak için olduğunu varsayıyorum).
  
  sözleri de şöyle:
  
  sometimes i feel like i shouldn't apologize so much
  that it's jive it's a crutch
  i just used when i'm judged
  bein' fudged by a face i can't erase and can't see
  cuz i misplaced a dossier or monty python cd
  or somethin' stupid like that
  but jesus is that so bad
  to make my ego go splat
  like a tire goin' flat
  or fat on a big mac
  i'm bein' attacked
  tit for tat
  you fuckin' bureaucrats
  you can just apologize back
  
  [bridge]
  but i don't know when it comes and it goes
  all the highs and the lows
  in this motionless psychosis
  ieeieei and i die fadin' straight away
  ieeieei and i cry every waking day
  i don't know what else to say
  
  [chorus]
  i'm sorry for the mess
  the stupid way i'm dressed
  i guess i failed my test
  oh don't you know i'm sorry for my views
  i musta been confused
  and yet you know that really i'm sorry for you
  
  well now i don't mean to offend, much
  just comprehend
  when you're female and you're fenced in and
  phen-phened to no end
  and no zen guide to men will help you fend off the brethren
  and then the pen appears
  and better than the oxygen network
  or the sword or the spear or the fork
  or the bored pork-fed horde
  it's a mooring post
  the whore you'll miss the most when you're away
  when you're in snowshoe pa
  doin' some play from backstage
  that deals with aids and race and gays and
  relationships and ballet
  and then you're like "hey yay what'd you say?
  i can just sing my troubles away?"
  but then you're fucked
  'cause you gotta make a buck
  and the whole world sucks
  and you're like a lame duck
  that's lyin' dyin' tryin' to sell out
  but there's no one buyin' and there's all this doubt
  and you can preen and dream and scream and shot
  but your life's affliction is the fiction of faust
  
  [bridge]
  
  i'm sorry for the time
  the stupid way i rhyme
  i knew i shoulda chose a life of crime
  i'm sorry for my blues
  i know it's all old news
  and yet you know that really i'm sorry for you
  
  i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry
  i also mirror this apology
  this idealogy of sorry
  in part of the liberal theology that's leading us to hari-kari
  it's like a mythology, almost
  like a malingering ghost
  as we slowly decompose
  writing in the grave of the polls
  cryin' for senator wellstone and then proceeding to moan
  at our own supposed sabotage of the elections at home
  "oh somebody phone home!
  the american people have spoken!"
  now is that certain?
  maybe those nice midwestern folks were just jokin'
  in any case there's no use in dopin' chokin' mopin' and sobbin'
  come on you disheartenin' dobbins
  sayin' sorry is my problem
  so to conclude
  i'm a little of a prude
  so it's difficult for me to have to allude
  to all this rude crude verbal baggage
  but i manage cuz i'm a savage inside
  i may listen to enya's greatest hits
  and try to control my hissy fits with pride
  won't get my hair dyed
  but oh the onus of lyin' all the time
  i don't wanna say, "diiiie motherfucker!"
  but i wouldn't mind if you did
  sometimes even the nice girl's ego has to override the id
  and so before i flip my lid my crib
  and get myself out of this bind
  you can hear what's on my lips but you don't know
  what's in my mind
  
  [chorus]
  
  i'm sorry for you i'm sorry for you
  i'm sorry
  waaaah
  
  bu sözlerdeki i harflarinden aslında tam 50 tanesi büyük harfle yazılıyordu.^**
• tek başına giyilemeyen, muhakkak bir kaç kişinin yardım etmesi gereken ve giymesi rahat 20 dakikayı bulan hint elbisesi.
• fars. süren, sürücü.