Television, oh television

What is your mission?

Is it good or bad?

To make us happy or sad?

You show us movies, serials and news

Expressing all kinds of views

You have serials for mom

But I want to see Jerry and Tom

News for Dad

Makes me feel very very sad

All of us fight-"I want serials", "I want cartoons" and "I want news"

Grandma says "I want to listen to Krishan ji’s views"

Television, oh television

What is your mission?

Is it good or bad?

To make people happy or sad?

Goodbye my friends,

Goodbye to all

I’m going abroad,

I’m going abroad to pocket some bucks,

I’m going abroad to forget my tongue;

I’ll leave my marks on the sands of time;

I’ll take fresh milk no more,

’Coz I will like more the bottled wine.

I’m going abroad to discover new trends, new hues;

Wave me a goodbye,

I’ll send you a pair of NBA-shoes;

I’ll call my parents once a week;

To tell them that it’s morning there,

When they are fast-asleep.

I’ll move in foreign cars,

Eat foreign food and will enjoy foreign drinks;

I’ll come back once every year

To tell every Indian that India stinks.

She gave us birth

And she made our life of immense worth.

To comfort us she took so much pain

She provided us the umbrella but go wet in the rain.

She taught us good manners

She taught us that while telling truth we should never stammer.

She only gave us dignity.

Without her our life would have not reached our destiny.

Without her, our world can never become a better place to live

She only teaches us that we should always remember when we take and forget when we give.

There is nobody who can take her place.

Like her nobody can give this world harmony and solace.

God cannot be everywhere so He created mother

So there is no doubt that the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.

This feature was published on February 21, 2004