Saturday, September 24, 2011

You Complete My Day


Intro:
I’m yours.
You’re mine.
You’re the best.
You make me better.

Verse 1:
Don’t you love it when everything is just fine!
Don’t you love it when the sun on you shine!
Skipping around in puddles of water,
Sipping with friends the rum and a quarter.
Care to see the flowers opening up to the day!
Care to see the people smiling on their way!
Flashing a big smile at everyone,
Kissing the rain as we just run.

Care to share your happiness with someone else!

Chorus:
Your joys to be shared,
laughter infectious.
no worries, no cares.
warmness contagious.
Happiness loves company
So do you and so do I.
At each other’s side we ourselves lay,
oh friend, you complete my day.

Verse 2:
Can’t you see the ladybug crawling away!
The crow that is satiated lets it stay.
Dancing around the water sprinkler,
singing a tease, a naughty winker.
Can’t you see the attention that you’re deriving!
Painting a picture beautiful no one can see.
Jumping on the green wet grass,
playing on the see saw’s mass.

Don’t you want to play into the night!

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Appreciated!

It feels really good when you've worked hard and the end result is good.

It feels even better when this thing you were working on was your first time at it.

I think my joy knew no bounds when my work was appreciated.

I sat blushing at my desk like a five-year old kid who'd just received candy for getting ten on ten in his spelling test.


Praising me for being an "amazing team player" when I know I work better alone? I think I've improved vastly.

Oh well, four and a half months in, and work's good. Life's good.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

An Open Love Letter To My Beloved Goan Community


Since people are writing open letters to folks from other communities and then people actually write open letters back, I decided to go one step further and write an open letter to my own community.

Goans. Goa. Sigh!

Generally, one never hears any complaints about Goans. I mean, we’re a minority. Have you ever heard any complaint against minorities in our country? Also, considering that most Goans are Catlicks, we follow in the non-violent tradition of Christianity. We never fight. Just go on peaceful marches, maybe. Or write letters to the editor of a newspaper.

Or do nothing.

Laziness is the singlemost defining trait of a Goa. Obvious, no? If you had Indian’s best beaches, feni and sausages to accompany it, you automatically feel lazy. Susegaadh, as we like to put it. Goa earns most of its revenue from tourism (and mining, but that is a non-mentionable), we just need houses near beaches to rent, or a shack on a beach, or bike services, and we know we’ll earn enough to last our grandchildren. Ask the Russians. They pay good.

But this susegaadh can get onto people’s nerves. Like my dad’s. He constantly berates me for sleeping a lot and not helping in cleaning the home. And then he says the reason you don’t see any Goans in high places (careers, men! Not what you were thinking) is because they are too lazy to study extra or work hard. That’s not the truth.

The actual reason why you never see Goans at higher posts in society is because we aim for the simple things in life. All Goans just want to play football, go to church Sunday mornings, have beer, play guitar, jive at weddings to Walk Of Life, waltz at their own weddings to Love Will Keep Us Alive and From This Moment On, have kids, buy a bungalow in Goa and then retire. Oh, and also grow a French beard.

How can anyone blame us Goans for wanting a simple life?

And yet, you will find a few Goans who want to go beyond this. Julio Rebeiro, Leander Paes, Keith Vaz (my dad needs to take a look at this guy, he’s higher up not in India, but in the UK!), Dom Moraes, Sidd Coutto, Eunice DeSouza, Remo Fernandes, Anthony Gonsalves…  er…

But look at that! Leaving Keith Vaz who has had some controversies against his name (see dad? That’s what happens when you get to a higher post!), the rest have untarnished reputations. We are as spotless as the vestment that Goan Catholic priests wear.

Been a year and a half since I’ve been to the land of sun, sand and susegaadh. Need to go and sort out my family’s ancestral property issue too. (Yes, me too. Which Goan doesn't!)

And thus ends my open love letter to my brethren (Isn’t that word very Mallu?). Come now, stop reading and call me over for beer. We shall dance over the Goan Masala too.

P.S.: Portuguese citizenship, anyone?

P.P.S.: No matter how much we complain about Goans being stereotyped in Hindi movies, haven't I described all the Goans you've ever seen in Hindi films?