I intend to write
I intend to write a literary opus
Of Rabelaisian proportions
A kind of a mashed spicy hocus
Brick Lane, A Suitable Boy and 50 Shades of Terracotta
Or whatever that damned book is.
No, promise not to touch Harry Potter!
I promise romps in kitchens and out of them
Dressed in dal, French fries and sometimes less, ah the shame!
I promise no holds barred, on the table
What the hell? Under the table too!
Just make sure you put something down first.
Of course there will be families accursed
On the scale of Godfather, with a smattering
Of Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Churail Thi!
Or was it the other way round, let me see?
I have decided to include many of you, YES, you TOO!
No names of course, just your foibles, joy guru!
And puhleeze! When I am famous, for that’s a given!
Try not to remember the bad hair days and faux passen
And I will see to it that you get paper hats and free tickets
To see the filming at the trendy Hauz Khas markets.