Hotel Kerala-fonia by Y E A G A L S

Sing along… 

On the road to Trivandrum

Coconut oil in my hair

Warm smell of avial

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 mundu 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 power today”

More Mallus down the corridor

I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel Kerala-fonia

Such a lousy place,

Such a lousy place (background)

Such a sad disgrace,

Plenty of bugs at the Hotel Kerala-fonia

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 Kerala-fonia

Such a lousy place,

Such a lousy place (background)

Such a sad disgrace

Trying to live at the Hotel Kerala-fonia

It is no surpriseIt 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!                                           

 —— The Yeagals…

Glimpses of the Indian Victory

The Winning Moments!!! Prized World Cup on India’s Name – Yes, Chakde India

At the end of 17th Over, after Harbhajan was smashed for 3 sixes by Misbah-Ul-Haq in that over, Pakistan inched closer to victory needing 35 runs of 18 balls and captain Dhoni without much choice had to get in Sreesanth to attack.

During the 18th over, Sreesanth got picked even by the Pak tailender for a six and the match suddenly started going away from India’s hands as Pak needed only 20 runs of 12 balls. In this format of the game (20-20) 20 runs is usually scored of 4 balls, so 12 balls were actually a boon to Pakistan.

Come 19th over and very dependable RP Singh comes to the party and he displays his fantastic bowling effort again by taking a wicket. However, Pakistan needed only 13 runs of 6 balls.

The moment it was decided that the last over was to be bowled by Joginder Singh, all my friends sitting beside me started swearing at everyone from the Captain to the entire team with the feeling of losing the match.

Jogi, bowls the first ball and it goes way ward wide outside the off stump, seemed very directionless and 1 run to Pak’s account. So the stats were 12 runs of  6 balls.
Now, in the the 1st ball of the 20th over, Misbah missed the ball and then it just started to show that the pressure was really very high on the field among the players.
2nd Ball: Bam!!! SIX… All hopes dashed. “India has lost now, F*** the team, very bad performance, India always does this in the finals”
3rd Ball: Misbah-Ul-Haq all set to fire his cylinders to blow away that ball for a SIX… Not so experienced Jogi running in to bowl… 99% of the Indian viewers expecting a six from Misbah’s bat and 100% Pakistani’s expecting the victory and sighting a big celebration… I dont know what was running in Jogi’s mind… “should I bowl in the block hole?” or “do i bowl him a full toss?” or “hope this guy does not hit this for a six”.. irrespective of what was going on everyone’s mind but there was an adrenaline rush among everyone of them who was watching the match live… and I for one moment trying to shut my eyes and then trying to see with half open eyes, not wanting to see India getting belted in the finals of a world cup…

And suddenly Misbah tries to pull of a stunt by walking across the off stump and guide the ball in the air in the fine leg region for a six……. ah!!! wait it was not a six… infact he was caught!!!! India wins the match in the most dramatic way ever.. how would anyone associate such kind of luck with the Indian team ever…. the entire place around me blasted into celebration.. people forgetting that they were at the work place started climbing the tables and howling for India in the most disgusting voice ever.. but who cares ‘coz even I was in the same state… the crowd went jubiliant and all my friends watching the match started hugging each other as though we were very influential in turning the match’s result in India’s favour… but again who cares, its the patriotic feeling which each and everyone of us share and yes an Indian victory is our victory… I am definitely very proud of this young Indian Team and my country India… Mera Bharat Mahan