Bozo , Mumbai's blogger dog, is bereft. As a senior, he has learned to be controlled in his emotions, but sometimes, he feels compelled to tell the world what he feels.
His family is going to be away on a trip to a holy place , and he is to stay at what everyone calls a holiday home. The people there are nice, but Bozo still doesnt like staying away from his folks.
And so, he has taken inspiration from the great Harry Belafonte's Jamaican Farewell, and has sung his own Bandra Farewell.
And the waves crash daily on the rocks;
I took a ride on an I10 seat
and when I reached Bandra I made a stop.
I am so sad to say, they are on their way,
To Vittal and they stay for many a day,
A lump in my throat, and tears in my eyes,
I dont like to say goodbye to these guys...
There will be sounds of chantings everywhere,
And the aarti lamps moving to and fro,
Delicious Prasaad will be making the rounds,
And I'll be pining for it, in Bandra you know...
I am so sad to say, they are on their way,
To Vittal and they stay for many a day,
A lump in my throat, and tears in my eyes,
I dont like to say goodbye to these guys...
On the roadside, I see from my Bandra window,
Families taking their Bozos for a walk,
"Take me to Vittal, I promise to be good ",
And I'd say this to Deepak, if I could only talk....
I am so sad to say, they are on their way,
To Vittal and they stay for many a day,
A lump in my throat, and tears in my eyes,
I dont like to say goodbye to these guys...
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