The Vivekean Times

 (A Parody on X'mas written at the start of the Millennium) 'Twas the night after Christmas, when partying was done, The world had got drained of all the laughter and fun, Empty booze bottles lay scattered around, Ambitious Christmas dreams had crashed on the ground . The feelings of peace, love and goodwill had gone, Men fought and quarrelled till the break of the dawn, Sorrow and depression were replacing happiness and cheer, This would be the trend until Christmas next year. The shopping spree was over, the money had vanished, The spirit of Christmas had been altogether banished, The decorations so beautiful, no one admired them any more, This joyous, merry season had become a bore. I sat on the sofa, a frown on my face, My world was in tatters, I was losing the race, My wife had been crying, her eyes were quite red, She cursed me so fiercely, I wished I was dead. The children were sad, no smile did they give, ...

You better watch out For you will only cry Better not smile, I'm telling you why, Modi Claus is coming to town! He's making a fake encounter list and checking it twice, While CBI books online citizens who were naughty not nice Modi Claus will perform Ghar Vapsi in town! Sahib spies on girls when they're sleeping, He knows when they're awake, He knows when Minorities are good or bad, Remember Gujarat 2002 for Goodness Sake! You better watch out For you will only cry Better not smile, I'm telling you why, Modi Claus is coming to town! (We will conclude with the famous Christmas poem "T'was the night before Good Governance Day")

Smriti the egg-faced Mantri had a very long, long nose, and every time she lies, One inch longer it grows. All of the other Mantris, used to laugh and call her names, they never let poor Smriti, play in any right wing games! Then one smoggy Good Governance Eve, Modi came to say, "Smriti with your nose so long, why don't you sing a Sanghi song" Then how the mantris loved her, as she flashed her fake Yale Degree, Smriti, the egg-faced Mantri, is distorting texts of Indian History! (Note: Our next carol is "Modi Claus is Coming to Town....on an Adani Jet")

'Twas the night after Christmas, when partying was done, The world had got drained of all the laughter and fun, Empty booze bottles lay scattered around, Ambitious Christmas dreams had crashed on the ground . The feelings of peace, love and goodwill had gone, Men fought and quarreled till the break of the dawn, Sorrow and depression were replacing happiness and cheer, This would be the trend until Christmas next year. The shopping spree was over, the money had vanished, The spirit of Christmas had been altogether banished, The decorations so beautiful, no one admired them any more, This joyous, merry season had become a bore. I sat on the sofa, a frown on my face, My world was in tatters, I was losing the race, My wife had been crying, her eyes were quite red, She cursed me so fiercely, I wished I was dead. The children were sad, no smile did they give, Their cheeks stained with tears, they were learning to live, For their fantasy world had been smashed into p...