Bokuju's Revenge

Bokuju- my cat, or so I'm told,

Makes a play ever so bold,

Stretches and observes the rain outside swirl,

and sticks his tongue to the dogs of the world.

He looks around a bit, circles himself twice

Admires his tail and shuts his eyes.

Dogs and Men looking at him

Wonder what they did wrong

to toil and spin

When they can curl up better than he

with tea and a book or three.

Bokuju opens one eye in repose

and mocks the one life that we fast close.

"I've got nine, all mine

to live this divine."

Hello, Goodbye

Damn. Swagat's shutting down, and it makes a BBC (Bevda Brahmin Club) member weep. They are taking the building down, and of course a new apartment block coming up wouldn't want a rabble rousing establishment down below (Ek taraf mera ghar aur neeche Maikada anyone!)

Anyhoo. So us roisterers decided to say goodbye to swagat, and it continued to live up to its billing. Not the impeccable service or delectable food; or the regulars; or the slightly swaying gentleman in the corner going out to take a call.... it was the sheer unpredictable nature of the joint that made one sit up and take notice.

This time, a local goon type had got a rottweiler in. A dog! Huge beast, reminded me of the Baskerville Hound if anything... he sat quietly while goono finished his tipple.

Swagat welcomes everyone, I guess. But not for long.