Leisure [or rah-rah Facebook]:
What is this life, if full of care,
You have no time to update and share? -
No time each day to change profile pics,
And awake for likes that are record breaks
No time to see, the apps you pass,
Are Angry birds and Temple Run so crass,
No time to see, in your damn news feed,
Self-righteous posts, for all to heed,
No time to fawn over baby pics and exotic trips,
The social reality you can't come to grips,
No time to accept my friend's request
What's wrong if at my friend's friend's bequest
No time -if you're more private- to chat & poke,
You thought being part of a billion FB citizenry is some joke?
No time to complete your profile detail,
Your online social persona that'll seriously curtail
No time for using FB Insights to gloat over your likes and reach,
Using Android is your problem, and shame if to Pinterest you plan a switch
A sad life this is, if full of care,
You have no time to update and share.
Our South Indian things: [to be sung like "My favorite things"]
Curd rice with pickles and savory spices,
Vishukani namaskarams and avinyawattams,
Anything exciting always wrapped up in guilt,
These are a few of our South Indian things.
Dosas and idlis, and gayatri japams,
Filter coffee mornings and suprabhathams,
Peer pressures that start from learning to walk,
These are a few of our South Indian things.
Diwali bakshnams and snuff using vadhiyaars,
Unjals and kashi yatrais and other wedding rituals,
Go west plead parents and our fate is annual visits,
These are a few of our South Indian things.
When immigration law bites,
When backwater memory stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember our South Indian things,
And then I don't feel so bad.
What goes around comes around
There was a bashful bloke from Mumbai
fervent about vada-pav and cutting chai;
Now in Chicago, yearning for days old,
Goes back on vacation it is told;
Pancake and fondue with friends, taste like humble pie?
After a company outing
It was billed as unforgettable,
Weather almost made it untenable
Heroics to set it all up and a boundary claimed
But truth be told ‘twas the cookie corner that was most densely safe
There were wives and girlfriends in attendance
And also, believe it or not, a pair of yellow boots
The food was filling and the company was convivial
Even the bloke on his iPhone seemed quite jovial
Who said the budget was tight
All said and done, it was a fun night
Domesticity Divine
Domesticity divine so says a Taurean
Call me not antediluvian
For what’s crazier than stay at home with no plan
And more adventurous than books of many genre to scan
What’s more romantic than ironing her silk top
And hands brushing over dishwasher and countertop
More epic than who gets to 100 soccer goals in the yard
Layups and dunks and letting down your guard
What’s more exciting than planning the next move
And promises not to be stuck in a groove
Calling normal (as) exciting I know will cause some furore
And clearly I can sustain this verse no more
So let’s troll priceline and ding for the next vacation
Convinced the journey is better than the destination
What is this life, if full of care,
You have no time to update and share? -
No time each day to change profile pics,
And awake for likes that are record breaks
No time to see, the apps you pass,
Are Angry birds and Temple Run so crass,
No time to see, in your damn news feed,
Self-righteous posts, for all to heed,
No time to fawn over baby pics and exotic trips,
The social reality you can't come to grips,
No time to accept my friend's request
What's wrong if at my friend's friend's bequest
No time -if you're more private- to chat & poke,
You thought being part of a billion FB citizenry is some joke?
No time to complete your profile detail,
Your online social persona that'll seriously curtail
No time for using FB Insights to gloat over your likes and reach,
Using Android is your problem, and shame if to Pinterest you plan a switch
A sad life this is, if full of care,
You have no time to update and share.
Our South Indian things: [to be sung like "My favorite things"]
Curd rice with pickles and savory spices,
Vishukani namaskarams and avinyawattams,
Anything exciting always wrapped up in guilt,
These are a few of our South Indian things.
Dosas and idlis, and gayatri japams,
Filter coffee mornings and suprabhathams,
Peer pressures that start from learning to walk,
These are a few of our South Indian things.
Diwali bakshnams and snuff using vadhiyaars,
Unjals and kashi yatrais and other wedding rituals,
Go west plead parents and our fate is annual visits,
These are a few of our South Indian things.
When immigration law bites,
When backwater memory stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember our South Indian things,
And then I don't feel so bad.
What goes around comes around
There was a bashful bloke from Mumbai
fervent about vada-pav and cutting chai;
Now in Chicago, yearning for days old,
Goes back on vacation it is told;
Pancake and fondue with friends, taste like humble pie?
After a company outing
It was billed as unforgettable,
Weather almost made it untenable
Heroics to set it all up and a boundary claimed
But truth be told ‘twas the cookie corner that was most densely safe
There were wives and girlfriends in attendance
And also, believe it or not, a pair of yellow boots
The food was filling and the company was convivial
Even the bloke on his iPhone seemed quite jovial
Who said the budget was tight
All said and done, it was a fun night
Domesticity Divine
Domesticity divine so says a Taurean
Call me not antediluvian
For what’s crazier than stay at home with no plan
And more adventurous than books of many genre to scan
What’s more romantic than ironing her silk top
And hands brushing over dishwasher and countertop
More epic than who gets to 100 soccer goals in the yard
Layups and dunks and letting down your guard
What’s more exciting than planning the next move
And promises not to be stuck in a groove
Calling normal (as) exciting I know will cause some furore
And clearly I can sustain this verse no more
So let’s troll priceline and ding for the next vacation
Convinced the journey is better than the destination
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