Jhankar

Jhankar came and went. My last ever. I thought, last year, that I'd wail my heart out. Now that it's over and everything, that feeling is just not there. Maybe because I didn't participate in my usual events, and the one, not-really-me event that I did participate in didn't fetch me any prizes. So I don't have a single trophy or certificate as a reminder of this year's activities. That kinda bites. I should've gotten a western music trophy. Lord knows I deserved it, after all that happened. They did brilliantly though, and won. I'm so proud. Almost made up for it. Almost. I still wish I could have been a part of it. Stupid viruses! I couldn't even cheer properly, 'coz I was coughing all the time. And it was all wet and squishy. Mondo annoying. Anywho, The song I ended up writing for my event, with the theme "Love" was, according to me, rather amusing. So here goes:

I'm not Charlie Sheen or James Bond
I don't live in the fancy part of town
I don't have the latest Mercedes McLaren
And Armani don't design the clothes I'm wearin'

(Chorus)
Flowers, diamonds, necklaces and pearls
I'm way too broke to afford that, girl
I hope I don't get dissed
But, baby, all I can give you is a kiss
And I'll give you true love
That's for sure
And I'll make you forget
I'm bordering on poor

I don't own a yacht, or live in Beverly Hills
I got my cash workin in my Daddy's mills
I may not be the best lookin' guy in town
But, baby, I sure know how to get around

So what do you say, let's give it a shot
You ain't seen half of what I got
We'll go for a ride and paint the town red
And I promise, you'll spend the night in your own bed