Farrukh Dhondy

Mar 31, 2010
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Farrukh Dhondy

Fifa’s adieu to UK bid

“Hush little baby, don’t you cry
You know you’re born, you know you die;
Hush little baby don’t you cry,
The whole of life’s your lullaby...”
From Band Baaja
by Bachchoo

The Curse of Zoro

“Balls to you, my respected sir”, said
The Crocodile as he vacated the billiard table,
Conceding it to the Snake.
From Bachchoo’s Fables

The Bards of Britain

“Jesus was a carpenter
Buddha was a Prince
Muhammed was a merchant man
The last, none other since”
From The Halwa Papers
by Bachchoo

Tolerating intolerance

“I loved a dog He loved me back Then he found a bitch —
Alas! Alack!”
From Laments of a Petwalla by Bachchoo

The old ones are, on occasion, the best:
“The difference between Iran and Britain? In Iran you commit adultery and get stoned, in Britain you get stoned and commit adultery, boo-boom!”
That

Thatcher redux

“Reject the miracles Games of the impossible’
Cling to the words... Impossible, impossible...”
From The Last Words by Bachchoo

If I was a cartoonist I’d portray the relatively new British Prime Minister, David Cameron, not as has been suggested as Winston Churchill with a cigar and a lisp, but as another Prime Minister of recent memory. The complaint from his own party that the Cameron magic circle has not defined its Big Idea, has been hoodwinked. The Big Idea is as discernible as a 3-D film is to those who put on the viewing specs. Without the specs the film stays a blur.
Mr

Fair? No, it’s foul

“Why is it only hearts?
Why are brains never broken?
Is logic indivisible truth
And passion just a token?”
From Qawaal-ke-Sawaal
by Bachchoo

Colour perfect

“The past leaves its infections,
We convalesce and yet
Some make love to remember
Some make love to forget...”
From Elegiac Trash
by Bachchoo

Till honour do us part

“Vaat ee dees?
Komdi kaa piece!”
From The Enquiries of Ignis Piries Ed. by Bachchoo

India’s long jump

“How green was the valley
How black the rock
How orange the sunset
How scarlet her frock...”
From the Opera Badmash Bahu by Bachchoo

Brothers in arms

“Go forth and multiply, Make fields of human grain Live longer lives and never die And pray to God for rain...”
From Population Blues
by Bachchoo

This week has seen the culmination of a soap opera in British politics. Just as I can’t explain the plot of, shall we say, Coronation Street to an Indian audience by referring to the drama and machinations of an Indian soap — like Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi, it is difficult to get across the actual drama of this real-life soap on the political stage and its possibilities without referring to an Indian political parallel.
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