Hotel Tech California

sillouette-702178_1280On a dark desert information highway,
Cool wind in my lair,
Warm smell of margaritas,
Rising up through the air,
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light,
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim,
I had to stop for the night,
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell,
And I was thinking to myself,
“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”
Then she put on a switch and she showed me the way
There were voices down the tech corridor,
I thought I heard them say…
Welcome to the Hotel Tech California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face,
Plenty of room at the Hotel Tech California,
Any time, day and year (Any time, day and year)
You can find it here,
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the latest trends,
She got a lot of pretty, pretty girls and boys she calls social media friends,
How they dance in the virtual courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
“Please take me offline”
He said, “We haven’t had that request here since Two O O Nine”
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…
Welcome to the Hotel Tech California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Hotel Tech California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your virtual alibis
Screens all the more compelling,
No thoughts on virtue and vice,
And she said “We are all just prisoners here, of our own tech device”
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
“Relax,” said the night man,
“We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave!”

Original song: Hotel California.
Band: Eagles.
Year: 1976.


John Lenon’s Imagine: Bihar remix version…

john-lennon-1010040_640Please read to the tune of John Lennon’s Imagine

Imagine there’s no development,
It’s easy if you try,
No roads below us,
Above us no electricity poles (only sky).
Imagine all the people,
Suffering day after day…

Imagine there’s no law and order,
It isn’t hard to do,
Everything kill and die for,
And no governance too.
Imagine all the people,
Living life in pieces…

You may say I’m a rotten politician,
But I’m not the only one,
Every party is rushing to join us,
And the rotten political world will be as one.

Imagine no possessions,
I know you already can,
Nothing but greed and hunger,
A brotherhood of the Jungle Raj Man,
Imagine all the people,
Sharing all the loot…

You may say I’m a rotten politician,
But I’m not the only one,
Every party is rushing to join us,
And the rotten political world will be as one!

Original song: Imagine
Singer: John Lennon.
Year: 1971

(This spoof by Sunil Rajguru)

Look out, here comes the Mufflerman!

(In honour of Mufflerman Arvind Kejriwal…
Please sing to the tune of Here comes the Spiderman…)

Mufflerman, Mufflerman,
Does whatever a politician can,
Spins a lie, any size,
Catches controversies just like flies,
Look out!
Here comes the Mufflerman.

Is he wrong?
Listen bud,
He’s got Communist blood,
Can he bring a change?
Take a look overhead,
Hey, there,
There goes the Mufflerman (after 49 days flat).

In the chill of night,
At the scene of a dharna,
Like an anarchist ready for a fight,
He leaves just in time.

Mufflerman, Mufflerman,
Friendly Delhi neighbourhood Mufflerman,
Wealth and fame,
He can’t ignore,
Excess publicity is his reward.
To him, life is a great big bang up,
Whenever there’s a TV camera hung up,
You’ll find the Mufflerman!

This spoof by Sunil Rajguru

The strange tale of Politician Kejriwal Grundy…

Politician Kejriwal Grundy,

Born on a Monday,

Launched party on Tuesday,

Became CM on Wednesday,

Declared future PM on Thursday,

Lost his CMship on Friday,

Lost his PMship dreams on Saturday,

His politics took ill, grew worse, died and buried on Sunday.

That was the end,

Of Politician Kejriwal Grundy.

This version by Sunil Rajguru

The ultimate Ab ki baar Modi sarkar rhyme…

Ab ki baar aar ya paar,
Ab ki baar no daraar,
Ab ki baar Delhi is not far,
Pappu PM only in jocular,
Pakki hai Congress ki haar,
Hil gaya Delhi ka durbaar,
Milega use ek naya avatar,
Milenge naye naye shikaar.
Ab ki bar Modi sarkar.

There’s only one charcha in the bazaar,
Only one conversation in every car,
In each and every seminar,
While gulping pizza or idli-sambhaar,
Or even eating caviar,
Only one man is on the radar.
Ab ki bar Modi sarkar.

It’s the ultimate political interwar,
This country has become bipolar,
Desh ke beech main hai deewar,
Par kahe cop, general aur tehesildar,
Bole neta, kisan aur zamindar,
Kahe jawaan, manager aur jamaadar,
Even the student who does ratta maar.
Ab ki bar Modi sarkar.

Detractors kahe ye hain brutal tsar,
Godhra kahe baar baar baar,
Par hai ye bandha superstar,
Yaane ke simply stellular,
BJP ka hai ye lodestar-polestar,
Hai ye Saffron ka renewed waar,
Dega apne opposition ko zabardast maar,
Badlega Bharat ka sansaar,
Ab ki bar Modi sarkar.

This version by Sunil Rajguru

Pappu’s favourite songs…

Kai baar yoon bhi dekha hai,
Ye jo mann ki gareebi rekha hai…

Ye PM ki gaddi mil bhi jaaye to kya hai?

Mera naam Papp-Pappu,
Papp-Pappu baba Papp-Pappu,
Raat chaandni main aur tu,
Hello, voter how do you do?

Kuchh to log Tweet karenge, logo ka kaam hain Tweet karna,
Chhodo bekaar ke trolls ko, kahi beet na jaaye raina…

Mera joota hai politics,
Mere patloon main hain politics,
Sar pe secular topi hai politics,
Aur ye dil bhi hai politics…

Nanhaa munnaa raahi hoo, desh ka sipaahi hoo,
Bolo mere sang, Vote Cong, Vote Cong, Vote Cong…

Suhaana safar aur ye mausam haseen,
Hamain darr hai hum satta kho na jaaye kahin…

Politics ki duniya se ho ke majboor chala,
Main bahut door, bahut door, bahut door chala…

Manmohan teri sarkar maili ho gai,
Paapiyo ke paap dhote dhote…

These versions by Sunil Rajguru