NRI Anthem
Born in a dusty backstreet, just like you,
Some time, somehow, I flew over here.
Made my mark, made my dough, learnt to drive on the right.
But inside me, like bucolic bacteria, grew home-sickness.
True I was given the key to this city. True I won patents for obscure inventions. True I found a cure for cancer.
But I still missed my sundal, that nagaswaram in the pandal, some hot prasadam at the car festival.
So I erected a replica temple. I founded my Sabha called Shabash. Imported priests, artistes and caste marks.
Call me "that NRI" . It no longer hurts. Call me a caricature in Bermudas. I don't care.
I have arrived home. I don't need a visa for Margazhi.
