thot-splinterz

of one overeducated and underemployed

Thursday, March 30, 2006

hinglish

rediff turns my letters hindi,
on my forehead i put bindi.

watching black n muna bhai
make my heart fly very high

let me quickly visit shiv mandir
anybody else worth seeing here?

don't my kurta suit me nice,
quick i smear with kulfi ice

eating plain cooked dal and rice
no thanks, for me little spice

too much chilli is no fun
-to the restrooms-
here i run

pani, pani hear my shout
asmani can't you sent a cloud?

use karai, wear dupatta,
is that gobi with the matar?

where's my clean clothes mr. dhobi?
KFC stil plays BON JOVI

madame, madame, hear da shout,
is that me they talk about??

mosquito stitches as i relax
quickly put the fan on max!

chalo guys i gotto go,
hope u did enjoy my show!




3 Comments:

At Sun Apr 02, 11:49:00 pm, Blogger Random said...

missing india?

 
At Mon Apr 03, 03:27:00 pm, Blogger jemgal said...

Don't make me break down n cry!

Na honestly ill be back ASAP, which means its only a matter of weeks ;)

 
At Mon Apr 17, 01:14:00 am, Blogger Unknown said...

That was one of the most well spelt and beautifully casual poems ever...
I'm proud that my country can invoke such reaction, but i'm saddened by it's actions and reactions - of late.
Imagine the crowd of Bangalore going on riots because of the death of a local actor, imagine the Gwahati crowd pelting stones because rains stopped a cricket match, imagine a movie-star being arrested - sentenced to five years in jail - subsequently granted bail; because he shot an endangered animal but no punishment for the same person when his driving killed two humans..
Yes, i'm proud, and i'm saddened too.

 

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