This poem is written by Shefali Vaidya, and has been viral since yesterday morning. Because of it’s accurate satirical take, we were encouraged to construct a picture story around it.
On a dark Delhi highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of beef pakoras, rising up in the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a candle march
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There he stood on the campus
The bearded comrade yelled
And I was thinking to myself,
“This must be JNU, Commie academic Hell”
Then he scratched his beard and showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say…
Welcome to the Hotel JNU
Such a leftist place (Such a leftist place)
Such a leftist face
Plenty of sedition at the Hotel JNU
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here
Their thoughts are totally Marxist, but they want a Mercedes Benz
They got a lot of ugly, hirsute comrades they call friends
How they shout in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some shout for azaadi, some for India’s death.
So I called up the krantikaari comrade,
And said, “Please show me some national pride”
He said, “We haven’t had that feeling here since nineteen sixty nine”
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…
Welcome to the Hotel JNU
Such a leftist place (Such a leftist place)
Such a leftist face
Plenty of sedition at the Hotel JNU
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here
Kiss of love on the campus,
Mahishasur worship so nice
And he said “We are all just freeloaders here, living off the tax device”
And in the professor’s chambers,
We gather for the feast
Free food, cheap rooms
Oh, how we love this subsidized beast,
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the India I was before
“Relax,” said the Comrade,
“We are programmed to receive.
You can enrol any time you like,
But no one ever leaves!”
