Ode to the Obnoxious
Oh you scums that come in late,
And amble pompously to front-row seats,
Throwing broad smiles, snooty glances,
and looking propahly bored throughout!
Don't bloat when musicians bow to you.
Don't gloat as sabha cronies scrape to please you.
Take your business elsewhere and spare us your presence.
Throw your weight without a care, but spare us this excrescence.
If you want to cultivate culture, mend your manners.
Bring in your bourgeoisie bums, but without banners.
Avoid your antics, crass officious intents, and irresistible
Sudden cellphone urges. Or evaporate into thin air.
Those with weak bladders, wear adult diapers. If the music
Bothers you, amuse yourself outside with tepid pakodas.
Music halls need decorum, you're not here for whiskey and rum.
We, seated at the back,would like to give you a real smack.
Remember, those 'Reserved' placards on your seats
Look like they're from the coffin house.
You're anyway walking dead in concerts.
God save our music.
- Sachi R
The Hindu, which should be described as the ultimate Panchanga for all things pertaining to the South Indian way of life, published this piece called December Mist and Magic.
