Thursday, July 27, 2006

An Ode to Indi Pop (with spl. references to HIM)

Hold your nose
Grow your beard
Wear a cap
And sing some crap.

Play a beat
Then repeat
Hold your nose
And sing some crap.

Pick up a pen
Enter your den
Kill your brain
Write some crap.

Countless hits
Housefull shows
A nation grooves
To repetitive crap.

It's bikinis
That sell CDs
Unclad models
Swinging to crap.

Hey Lata
Hey Sonu
Save our men
From this vicious trap.

Else we will
Be forced to swing
Forced to sing
This soulless crap.

4 comments:

Akasuna no Sasori said...

Hey Akshay,
Great to see your stuff. Incredibly funny. I was kind of inspired by you and Kailash to start a blog of my own. Check out thewriteryettowrite.blogspot.com

Your WHM are the best critques ever........

Arun

Akasuna no Sasori said...

Oh yeah,
I'm Akasuna no Sasori, in case the name's mystifying.

Anonymous said...

nice one (once again!)..i wonder why u don't starting for a magazine or a newspaper..these ideas should definitely find an echo there.

keep going man!!

Akshay Rajagopalan said...

@akasuna no sasori
Thanks for visiting. Glad you liked it.

@giri
too lazy to contact a newspaper