Riding On The Train Bound For New Delhi... A personal re-write of an old song! (and dear readers, do not take this TOO seriously, ok?!?! as some commentators clearly did.....)
Riding On The Train Bound For New Delhi Riding on the train bound for New Delhi Saturday morning, sleep-deprivation blues Vendors hawking through the bleary rail car Man across is stepping on my shoes All throughout the freezing train Babies shriek, my ears do pain Breakfast's an endless stream of junky foo-ood People unceasingly staring at me For no reason I can see I'm sick and in a seriously gru-um-py mood! Good morning, India, how are you? Say, don't you know me, I'm your expat now? I'm on the train that's on the way bound for New Delhi I'll soon be there unless we hit a cow! Off to the toilet for my Delhi belly... Third time now I've had this malady Add to that sore throat and nasty headache, Ganesha, remove this agony, I do plea! And the bathroom is disgusting, And the floors, they are a mess But it's India and all just part of the dee-eal! Mother, shut that baby up What I woul...