I BELIEVE THERFORE I AM
I believe therefore I am,I don't believe what I am not,and......I am glad to be me!

HAIL!!

Hail Jesus! Hail Rama! Hail whatever! Whatever it takes to stop our dear government to stop harassing innocent bloggere,who are just trying to be......a little bit wise!

VANAKAM!
Vanakam! Im really getting a little bit wise down south!

TO BE A LITTLE BIT WISE.....

Its time to move on.......time to explore new frontiers........time to be.....a little bit wise!!

THEY SAY……

They say he is the Head of our Government,
They say he has the real power,
They say he decides what is right and what is wrong for the nation,
Then, what is wrong now?
Why doesn’t he speak when our youth are enraged over a reserved future?
Why doesn’t he speak when some entities on the ‘Left’ perpetually threaten to disrupt our daily lives?
Why doesn’t he speak when a respectable doctor is shown the door?
Why is he silent when the others below him seem to shout from the roof?
What is he afraid of?
What is stopping him?
What keeps him from talking tough?
They say he is the Prime Minister of India,
So, he would surely know what is best for everyone.

MAIN AUR MERI NAAK……
(An ode to the most vital organ in his body, by Himesh Reshammiya)

Main aur meri naak, aksar yeh baatein karte hain,
Ki agar tum na hoti toh kya hota,
Tum na hoti toh Salman kise “Tere Naam” pukarta,
Tum na hoti toh main kise aashiq banata,
Tum na hoti toh main kise jhalak dikhlata,
Tum na hoti toh meri zindagi mein kiska suroor hota,
Tum na hoti toh kaun zara jhoom jhoom…..jhoom jhoom(n) leta,
Tum na hoti toh………oooooooooooooooh(n) huzoor - Mera kya hota?

HERE NOW, HERE NOW!

Here now, here now! Everybody put your hands up in the air now!
Here now, here now!
Uski “Dubya” si baatein, baaton mein jaadoo,
Dubya mein kho gaye hum, ho gaye bekaboo,
He looked at us, we looked at him, aur ho gayee mushkil,
And he became the nuke daddy, ab woh hi hai manzil,
Nuke bahane karke le gaye agreement, agreement (2)
Yeh nuke bomb toh pahle, aisa nahin tha,
Kisne phora aur apna kismat chamkaya,
Yeh nuki nuki, choti si firki,
Bare – baron ke jaise hosh hi nikale,
Ab bam phorna toh, Osama ko pakarne se, hai kahin mushkil,
Ek bam phora toh, toh Uncle Sam ki waat lagi,
Nuke bahane karke le gaye dil, le gaye dil (2)
Here now, here now!!