anything goes...

Dear all,

Nice to see u all here after a log gap. okay, here is some funny one which I have received from one of my kerala friends from gulf. Enjoy..

*THE SONG** **HOTEL CALIFORNIA**
*HAS BEEN REMADE TO SUIT by THE KERALA TOURISM BOARD*
*HOTEL KERALA-FONIA (*Read: *KERLAFONNIA*)
On the road to **Trivandrum**, Coconut oil in my hair
Warm smell of avail, Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance I saw a bright pink tube-light
My tummy rumbled, I felt weak and thin I had to stop for a bite
There he stood in the doorway Flicked his munddu in style
And I was thinking to myself I don't like the look of his sinister
smile
Then he lit up a petromax Muttering "No powaar today"
More Mallus down the corridor I thought I heard them say:

Welcome to the Hotel KERLAFONNIA
Such a lousy place, Such a lousy place (background) Such a sad
disgrace,
Plenty of bugs at the Hotel KERLAFONNIA *

*Any time of year** Any time of year (background)
It's infested here It's infested here

His finger's stuck up his nostril
He's got a big, thick mustache
He makes an ugly, ugly noise But that's just his laugh
Buxom girls clad in pavada Eating banana chips
Some roll their eyes, and Some roll their hips
I said to the manager My room's full of mice
He said, Don't worry, saar, I sending you meen karri, brandy and ice
And still those voices were crying from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them pray

Save us from the Hotel KERLAFONNIA
Such a lousy place, Such a lousy place (background) Such a sad disgrace
Trying to live at the Hotel KERLAFONNIA
It is no surprise It is no surprise (background)
That it swarms with flies

The blind man was pouring Stale sambar on rice
And he said We are all just actors here In Silk Smitha-disguise *

*And in the dining chamber** We gathered for the feast We stab it with our steely
knives But we just can't cut that beef Last thing I remember I was writhing on the floor
That cockroach
in my appam-stew was the culprit, I am sure
Relax, said the watchman This enema will make you well
And his friends laughed as they held me down **God's Own Country? Oh,
Hell!*

Posted by zenseeker at 5:19 AM | Permalink | Comments

So there you have it. I have Blues join this Web site for this team-blog thingy. We can call it our joint where we can hang out daily, weekly or monthly — however the individual sees fit. The idea was floated by our old friend Zen over an IM conversation. So the people who're yet to respond are Zen, Tara, Sandy, Pompy and Jo. We're waiting people, don't be slacking so much, hi! I'd also love to have Nobody join us, but I have no means to contact him. Maybe Sandy can help with that by convincing him, that is if she likes the idea herself.

All of us started off blogging around the same time, around the Summer of 2003 or before, and among other things the most striking similarity we have (or maybe had) was the love for music — like Zen and Nobody are darn good critics themselves. Some of us are musicians, like Blues, or some of us tried to learn to be — me, Tara, Sandy and Pompy.

So lemme lay down the law (I love my power, yay!):

• Everyone who joins would be made an admin to give him/her full access and rights to this blog — lol, yea I guess I wanted to point my finger at Sandy for never making me a moderator for her Yahoo group — aye, it's just a bribe to get people more excited about the product!!
• Like the title says, anything can go here. However, people should try to leave out the technical stuff as much as they can. Or if they just can't do without it, well, explain it to the people who might not be as smart as you are, smartass!!
• Members can swear as much as they see fit and we can call it unlimited swearing — yep there's no term like "up to" here.
• I guess, thats all for now.

Over to Blues for his comments and criticism of my idea (If you humiliate me publicly, you are dead man 'not' walking. That's all for now. Adios!!

P.S. --> OK, so I have this bad habit of putting name of songs, albums or lyrics for my post titles, and most of the time not mentioning what the fuck it is. Well, they are always whatever's in my current playlist while I type the post. So here you have it: The First is a song by this Canadian band Tegan and Sara from their album The Business of Art.

Posted by madcap loon at 6:37 PM | Permalink | Comments