Fetch the Turnip

It's round and round and round , it tapers
it's tall like those sky scrapers.

You can't miss it can you?
if you don't close your eyes,
last week it was in the papers.

Downsizing is the norm nowadays,
it has been brought about by our foolish ways
of spoiling things till they can't be spoilt more
do you think we still have plenty of days?

Move aside this bed 's not yours
sleep on the floor I don't care
I just want this mattress all entirely for me
you have no business here.

Drop your pants they belong to me,
remove that shirt and untie your hair,
wash your face you still smell of that cologne
that you stole taking it to be a perfume
and sneaked it out along with the chandelier.

You are a thief, I want to be alone
don't you steal anything which I own.

Fetch it, common fetch it now
it may run away , it runs a little fast.

Turned against me

What if I commit myself to a mental asylum
and go on a wild self destructive spree
would all all of you then who were near me
begin to avoid and escape and fear me?

If I let go of everything I have,
would it count for nothing?
Can you give up what you have
is it in you control?

What if I choose insanity
while I am perfectly sane?
What if I choose profanity
and have no fear or shame?
would I be the one responsible
would I be the one to blame
is it really under my control
or is it just a part of the game?

They all tell me that I should be happy
there is nothing I should be worried about
life is beautiful it is lovely
and it will all surely work out.

What if I change the costumes
and on a beach wear a fur coat
what if I take out the bermudas on a glacier,
when in the desert wear a raincoat.
Would they call me crazy,
would they call me insane.
would they stop coming near me
and would I be the one to blame?

They all say I am not bold
don't have have courage
that's what I am told
If however I take a step
they would pull me down
If I be a little bold
they'll have a frown.

What if I decide that I do not want to live at all
do you think they'll chastise me
for being a coward , lunatic and all?
Let me just put my head down
on the desk that lies still
sleep till sleep abandons me if it ever will.

What if I commit myself to a psychiatrist's
and let him with my mind play around
what if I choose to sit around all day
while the shrink tries to pin me to the ground.

I am not averse to any opinion that's converse
I just want some clarity
just want some direction it may then be perverse.

Hi , Hello , ok it's time to go now
it's time to go.

Sunshine and the Hotel

Marble on the floor,
carvings on the door,
comes the footman with a roar,
sunshine will bless this place.

Grab her from behind,
take the money and go,
don't you be in a hurry to get her,
I pray , be slow.
Sunshine will bless this place.

I caught him in the act
he had no reason to be scared
for he hadn't done anything
to do what no else had ever dared.

I closed my eyes
I let him be.
She was lying in his arms
you see.

I closed the door
and left on my toes,
though when she saw me
she rose,
sunshine will bless this place.

Some say that love made them sane
and some they loved but in vain.
They loved the moonlight
but the clouds they came.
They loved the sun
but it rained,
just close your eyes
hold her tight
sunshine will bless this place.

Rose water rolling down the skin
fair and waxed
could see the lip stick in the bin
worry not , there's more here
I won't hurt you I swear,
sunshine will bless this place.


Down she goes , down that road
I am being driven by her goad,
he says beware, long way to go
but he doesn't know what I know
There may be boundaries which
may stop me in my stride
there may be walls , her face they may hide
All I know is sunshine will bless this place.

What's wrong with Doping?

Call up the W.A.D.A. Chairman,
and ask him to close down his shop.
Just stop this sham, once and for all.
What's wrong with doping
when games are now merely entertainment programs,
and sportsmen but highly paid performers?
Have you ever concerned yourself with the fact whether
SRK dopes before he acts?
Unless people use prohibited drugs which are addictive
they should not be censured for using those
performance enhancing drugs.
How does it matter?
If entertainment is the only object
why not let them do what they want.
What good does a sprinter do to the world, that we should be
so concerned about him.
If a guy can run fast, how the hell does it help me with my daily bread?
If I find watching his races to be an stimulating activity what's the point in regulating that guy's behaviour?
Doping would have been relevant had these sports been a matter of pride and honour....but as things stand, there's no honor there only money and professional competence.

So why to be hypocritical, an athlete taking P.E.D is by no means an antisocial activity
unless it is glamorised and leads to youngsters becoming addicted to them. But that won't happen. Because no one wants to run for his livelihood nowadays, everyone wants a management degree, God knows , to manage what.

The designer Man

I have got designer shoes
Designer socks ,Designer Underwear
I have designer this I have got designer that
a designer smile and a stare.

When I step out into the designer street
I feel the designer air
When I give her the designer kiss
she caresses my designer hair.

There's a designer bar a designer car
and a chauffeur to take me there
If the cop he catches me, mind you designer he is
I have got a designer one line prayer.

Hanging out in groups of three
we drank till we dropped dead
some of us just couldn't get enough
so to the bar they got wed.

They had a designer way
of going astray
and a bad breath , let's be clear
that they may not return sober sane
to their homes yes this was the fear.

Packed up a designer sub
stuffed it it with a diet coke,
stopped at the service counter
and puked all over the bloke.

A designer bell in his designer home
to announce " ya I am here"
I ain't never gonna drink and drown
I am not going anywhere.

The gates of hell don't want no fashion
and heaven thrives on simplicity
out here I am the man
got every toy right here in my kitty.

It's seduction time and it ain't no crime
If you love designer wear
Just remember this that there is no bliss
till you smoke a johnny player.

So get up my friend and join the trend
dispose off those shabby clothes
It's time to get designer now......

Master Shameless

NO one really knows
why he grew that beard
no one really knows
why he's so weird.
He speaks in low monotones,
in a voice that 's not his,
he has got no glamour about him
yet he makes money in showbiz.

Master shameless just tell me who you are!
I want to be like you, drive that long long car.

He doesn't care if he gets his meals on time,
he doesn't mind if he has to commit a crime,
He has his hands full of those sins he stored there
he is always wandering , oh he's there no he's here.

Master Shameless please tell me who you are!
I want to be like you, want to drive that long long car!
I want to live a life that I can look upon with no shame,
and if you like it with a dozen people to blame.

Where can I get a suit like you?
Where can I get that cologne?
Master tell me is it all right to be with you?
or should I do it alone?

Get aside don't tell me what to do,
I am old enough to be my own boss,
Get aside don't bother me no more,
don't get mad and get cross.

Master tell me who you are
I want want to drive that car
I know how to drive
have got a license
just tell me how to be a star.

Master who am I?
why don't I sing?
Why do I fumble in your presence?

I am shameless and I know that
do tell me how to be bold.

Why don't I get along
with the genteel folk
why don't I get along
with the society's yolk?
It isn't that I don't try ,
yet that smile so wry!!!!!!!!

Who are you?
tell me what to do.

Who are you?
just tell me what to do!!!!!!

Don't leave me alone here
there a lot of them polite people
they'll Kill me and sell my soul
you know to that devil


Just give up and tell me your name
before i do anything stupid
Just climb on top you car!!!!
and tell me who you are!!!!!!!!!

Nobody knows why he grew a beard
nobody knows why he';s so weird.
Master is here , he 's not gonna go
master don't tell me to go slow

tell me tell me yell me tell me
who you are? who you are?

The muddy path beside the road

A chilly morning, but the Sun promised me that it would be a pleasant day. I trust Him , so I ventured out. The dew drops still clung on to the green leaves, the blades of grass could still have moistened my calf muscles had I decided to go through the field. But I didn't.
Some red colored flowers were waiting for me down the road . The road black,the flowers red. It didn't seem awkward, though it would have, had a girl worn a red bonnet over a black blouse. But she didn't.
The Moon for some reason had forgotten to retreat back into His den. Why , I don't know. But He hadn't.

For early spring the weather was indeed resplendent ,what with multicolored flowers, green grass, bright sun and no sign or sensation of any heat. My back was warm but it had more to do with the hot water bath than anything else. Soon it will be become warm because of the blood which is flowing so smoothly through my veins. Even he knows that spring is here.

The birds I met on the way were looking quite cheerful. I know this because they were sitting quite casually on the branches, not getting bothered by my presence.

The road was to go on forever but I bade it goodbye when the milestone which read >< 20 met my eyes. It was time to do down the hill and meet some people who lived there and had done so for the last so many years.
When the urban feet of a city dweller touch the soft earth in a village , the brain sends a signal to the hands to spread wide open ; it's natural. After sometime the brain realises that the earth out there is more solid and dependable than it is in the city, where it has been covered with hard black things that we eventually call roads. To see the sun coming out from behind the trees as the whole scenery lit up, was quite a scene. So the muddy path took me into the habitation of humans who lived there and had done so for the last so many years.

The hamlet was indeed quite small. The houses were embedded between green spaces and tall trees. Had it been a city street it would have worn a deserted look. but being in the country side the whole scene looked quite idyllic. On could see the cattle grazing calmly on the hillock and the small shepherd boy nibbling away on his bread quite contentedly . When I went near him he smiled a little and stood up to stand in a posture which signified his shy nature. Soon came other villagers who had no qualms about me wearing a unbranded t-shirt or a worn out jean. Not one of them cared for the dirty shoes I was wearing. After talking with them for some time I felt that we city dwellers had done irreparable damage to their peace of mind by demeaning their simplicity and glorifying our ostentatious duplicity. I decided to walk down a little further and soon encountered a young man , of about my age, who greeted me warmly and indulged me in 5 minutes worth of conversation regarding the village and it's surroundings. I still remember that day when I had curtly refused to give proper directions to a fellow city dweller as I had to get to work early. But when you are out here you no longer feel that hurry is or can be a part of life. Time moves as quickly here as it does out there but then it is the pace which the people set which actually makes the clock tick at leisure.