Carols for the fat man with the white beard
मेरी Good Governance Day!
Christianity, mitron, has often appropriated festivals and celebrations from other religions. The Christmas tree, the Yule log, mistletoe (and that debauched custom of kissing under it) all have origins in pre-Christian times and pagan customs. Even this so-called Christmas day was conveniently shifted to coincide with the Winter Solstice to make it easier to lure in followers of other religions.
Now that we are doing a bit of Ghar Wapasi for the 25th December, as a former Christian and devout believer in and proselytiser of Good Governance, I present for your singing pleasure a few songs I, ahem, 'converted' from their previous use. Perfect for chanting around a pile of burning books.
1.
Jingalala! Bail! Jingalala! Bail!
I got out of jail!
O what fun it is to be
Pals with India's leading male!
2.
Silence! We're the Right
Stay calm, sit tight
Curfew time for mother and child
No going out, the night is wild
Sleep in, we'll keep the peace,
Sleep in, we'll keep the peace
Silent night, no not quite
Safe for you to go out tonight
Chow mien has been stuffed down faces
So, no, the night for you has no place
Stay home, cook, & give birth
Stay home, cook, & give birth
3.
Hark the herald Sanghis tweet
"Glory to the Virgin King!
Peace on earth? Only my child
If Ghar Wapasi pleas are filed"
Joyful, all ye nations rise
In from India Modi flies
While the NRI hosts proclaim:
His undying glorious fame
Hark! The hired Tweeters sing
"Glory to the Virgin King!"
By the VHP adored
And by all who can afford
To have him use their private planes
Achche dins will fall like rain!
56 inches round is he
Custom-made is his finery
Pleased to watch that tummy swell!
No sorry, that's his chest that fell.
Hark the hired Sanghis tweet!
Then off to Burger King to eat!
4.
Deck the halls with balls of haldi,
Fa la la la la, la la. Aila!
Clear out all western baggage jaldi
Fa la la la la, la la. Aila!
Don we now saffron apparel,
Fa la la la la, la la. Aila!
Trolls are here with you to quarrel,
Fa la la la la, la la. Aila!
Choose: against us or are you for us?
Fa la la la la, la la. Aila!
What western culture is this chorus?
Fa la la la la, la la. Aila!
Follow me! Your RTs are treasure,
Fa la la la la, la la. Aila!
They give me all kinds of pleasure,
Fa la la la la, la la. Aila!
Ancient culture for our masses
Fa la la la la, la la. Aila!
Never mind if it's anti the lasses
Fa la la la la, la la. Aila!
Sing, you yoyos, all together,
Fa la la la la, la la. Aila!
While I tuck in to my headband a feather,
Fa la la la la, la la. Aila!
5.
Godse rest ye, mere gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Good Governance
Was born on 26 May
To save us all from Western powers
Such as this Christmas Day
O tweetings of comfort and joy,
(It does not cloy!)
O tweetings of comfort and joy
For three score years and seven
This country had not known
The joys of being governed
And not by a Kangressi pawn
But now, mitron, I am here
Give thanks that I was born!
O tweetings of comfort and joy,
(It's a boy!)
O tweetings of comfort and joy
Watch us wield our jaadus now
In the TV camera's frame
So that tonight at nine pee em
Arnab can say our names
Never mind that we're sweeping up
Pre-arranged garbage for fame
O tweetings of comfort and joy,
(It's a PR ploy!)
O tweetings of comfort and joy
"Fear not" said the party head,
"I got you in my sights,
I got info on your foes
Enough to give them frights
They'll soon sing the party line
If they know what for them's right"
O tweetings of comfort and joy,
(Don't be coy!)
O tweetings of comfort and joy
The NRI fans at those tidings
Rejoiced as do their kind,
By abusing all the sickulars
And libtards they could find
Though strangely very few returned
To the land they left behind
O tweetings of comfort and joy,
(Green card joy!)
O tweetings of comfort and joy
And when they came to New Delhi
Where our dear Saviour stays,
They found him not in the Lok Sabha
Though you may remember the day
When he knelt down and kissed its steps
The 20th day of May?
O tweetings of comfort and joy,
(MPs annnoy!)
O tweetings of comfort and joy
To our chief we sing praises,
Bless his bearded face,
We the insecure brotherhood
Are right here in your face;
He may call it governance
We call it running the place
O tweetings of comfort and joy,
(We love our toys!)
O tweetings of comfort and joy
6.
Jai to the World, #SwacchBharat has come!
Let no one be shirking!
Let every hearth prepare their brooms,
Cameras are looking,
Cameras are looking,
News TV cameras are looking!
Jai to the World, soc'l media reigns!
Let pee aar firms employ
Benched geeks and jocks to shill and 'splain
Retweet the sounding joy,
Retweet the sounding joy,
Retweet, retweet the sounding joy.
You love the words, and I have more!
Lots more, so hang around!
Good Gov'nance Day is my next play
I really like the sound,
I really like the sound,
I like, I like, I like the sound.
He trolls the world, with a straight face,
Though he is yet to prove
That he can do the things he says,
We drink the Kool Aid, Love,
We drink the Kool Aid, Love,
We drink, we drink the Kool Aid, Love
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