Globalization

Dear Puppy,

I heard a real great economist say the following about Globalizaton. I think I love it to so much I am starting a new religion with this as my preamble.

"The poor complain; they always do
But that’s just idle chatter
Our system brings reward to all
At least all those who matter."

"Om Shantihi Shantihi Shantihi." - Wasteland, Eliot - Shanti Stotra, some Veda (Atharva?).

regards,
baby V
P.S: DEAREST "Escape Great Escape" I WANT TO HEAR YOUR OPINION ABOUT Globalization.

Some more sample letters

Dear Umesh Rao (Jr.)

Please refrain from loudly singing "rain rain go away" during the monsoon season. I am a humble farmer and, as a humble farmer, it is my duty to inform you that rains are an integral part of our life. Without rain, there will be no crops, no farm, and hence, no humble farmer. You now see how your incantations are promoting farmer genocide.

Of course, it is not entirely your fault. Western culture and a colonial hangover are to blame. Still, I will appreciate it if you stop singing.

Thank you,
Yours sincerely,

Hugo Bhoominathan
Farmer-in-chief
Mexican-Indian-Indian Farms

"I swear, by the moon and the stars and these guys" - All 4 One
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Dearest Disha Ma'am,

We have been neighbours for over 15 years now, and my family and I have always supported your literary efforts, but I must complain that it is getting out of hand. We are not as young as we used to be, and I have small children in the house, so I am requesting you to please confine your writing sessions from 10 am to 5 pm. The noise is really disturbing us.

Thank you for your understanding,

Mrs. Justbeer Corr
now listening - "Machine head" by Bush
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Dear Akhilesh mami,

I forgot to drink the hot chocolate you made for me the other day. I took the cup and used it as stumps on the bowling end. You know how tough it is to buy real stumps and other cricket paraphernalia.

Since our bowling side did not take any wickets (not even run outs) and since after that innings we basically fought with the other team, the hot chocolate is intact.

Please do pick it up from the school ground. Give it to me tomorrow in school. I will sip hot chocolate in your English class.

regards,
Dr. Austin D'Costa (Mrs.)
"will you dance if i asked you to dance" - Enrique
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Dearest Pappu Manning,

I do not appreciate your tone of voice (sic) in this letter. I am afraid this will have to be reported to the authorities for cyber-bullying. I am a firm non-believer in the Coyote Fear Club (CFC) and I think global warming is a myth too. So please take your propaganda somewhere else.

Sincerely,

Shambu

I'm not just Mani, I am Maniar! - Myself
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Mrs. Manickjee Cooper,

I thank you on behalf of the Indian Joint Family Movement for signing up for the Nuclear Non-proliferation Treat.

The agenda of this party is to get as many individuals drunk, copulate and then reproduce in to a highly complex joint family with convoluted parental and spousal relationships.

Please bring your own intoxicants in the spirit of pot luck.

regards,
Comrade. Guntoor Mama.
"Imagine no possessions and no religion too"- John 'Lenin' (ah dhang you)
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Hey Mona

Will you water my plants daily? My apartment is right below yours and I see that you drop a lot of your water while watering your plants. I have placed the 'kundis' (marathi for horticultural soil enclosures) so that the excess water falls right in to them. Still, if you can just make sure that they are watered regularly.

I personally hate plants, I don't care a lot about anything green. But since, hence.

regards,
Mrs. Madhav Ferguson.
"'Indo Scottish relationships rule" - Annie Beasant, an Irish lady.
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Prof. N Machha,

Yesterday in your lecture, you spoke about armpit implants. Does it involve prosthetic arm pits?

I believe prosthetic armpits will be a better option as they would not sweat and forbear ominous odours.

regards,
Ayyo Coyote (Mrs.)
"Summa adhirudhu..illa?" - Sivaji
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Hi Sunita,

I saw your profile online. You seem very interesting. Wanna make friends?

Prabhat (Mrs.)
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Dear Prabhat (Mrs.),

Thank you for your offer, but at this moment my friends "cap" has been reached. You will have to apply again next year to be considered.

Sorry for the inconvenience, but hopefully you will regard the old saw "you snooze, you lose" the next time you apply.

Sincerely,


Sunita
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Dear Mr Sunita,

There seems to be some mistake. My friendship with you is sponsored by "Chat With Chicks" a Non Profit Organization. Thus no cap applies to my application. I request you to consider it in light of the afore mentioned policy.

Prabhat (Mrs.)
"No ..its not Prabha T. Its Prabhat" - Prabhat

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Hey Ashwanth,

I am Amit's ex room mate and as you can see from my bad ass facial hair, I am not gay neither a girl.

regards,
Amit's Ex Roommate
"Knock Knock! whos it? Ha..Who Ha? Whoaahaahahaha"- Ancient Indian Saying.
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Hot for teacher.

Dear Dr. Mr. Rochona Mahapatra,

I am glad to inform you that your son Dr. Mrs. Sarandeep "Pity" Singh has succesfully completed his "Total Transformation Course" i.e 9th standard. He has transformed from being a below average talkative student to a barbaric loud nutcase.He makes fun of me all the time and passes comments on me (in Chennai slang Tamil) in front of other apes of his class. I dont comprehend as I am from Bombay (town) and we Bombayites dont care about any other language but Bombayian. The whole class laughs and thinks that insulting the principal is ok.

I have written many a remark on his calendar. He keeps losing his calendars and finds unimaginable excuses for not getting it signed by you. The latest excuse that he gave was that you, Mr Rachana, yes you are him. i. e he is his own father (as well as his own mother). I just want you to know Beta Sarandeep, that I know you are reading this letter and that there is no Mr Rachana. Your fathers name is Principal. Naano Chaasno Glass. a.k.a Me. Yes, son I am your father.

I am sorry it had to come to you this way. But I had an affair with your mother, Dr. Mr. Sean Fitzgerald an Irish Bureaucrat of the British Raj. She disowned you and I decided to raise you as my own (which in fact you are). But I think I am bored of raising you. You are old enough to take care of yourself. Find yourself a passion and follow it. I have found mine, I am goin surfing to Jamaica _m/. Bye. Dont follow me, I will only hurt you.

regards,
Principal Naano Chaaasno Glass (Mrs.), Phd.
P.S: On whom is the joke now?

SAP

Dear readers,

Baby and I are proud to announce that, like El KP tan, we too are SAP experts.

Enjoy!


Strong and powerful
Samir almost panicked.
Sita arrived panting
so Auntie Patty
stopped all purchasing.
She advocated peace
saying, "All people
still are purchasing;
shops are perversions."
Sadly, a patient
suffered and puked.
"Stalls arent perversions",
said a proctologist,
scrutinizing a posterior.

Somewhere, a pirate
saw a policeman
shaking a peach
slowly and patiently -
Stopping and pirouetting,
silhouetting a pancreas,
shaving a porcupine.
Samit A Panicker
sweated and panicked.
Sita, also petrified,
sobbed and prayed.
So auntie patty,
sane and practical,
suggested a point.
"Stop acting, punks",
she articulately proposed.
So, almost perfunctorily,
students anulled practicising
sex and porn.

Soon all pornography
sellers and peddlers
surrendered all possessions.
Surely, after protests,
slowly all preexisting
stigmas and presumptions
suffered a persistent
shaming. A pact
surfaced alongside protests.
Surfers and partridges
summoned a parliament,
silently and purposely.
Such are politicians,
shameless and parrot-like,
seated along partisans,
smiling and petty,
sly and pretentious.

So a perfect,
solemn, astute priest
stepped away, probably
supposing a peacechord.
Sadly, a pugilist,
sombre and pugnacious,
sighed. Almost perfect
saturday afternoon precipitated
showers and picnics.
Silence and passion
sought and plundered;
Sorry about polygamy,
sati and programmers.

Simultaneously, anti - piracy
supporters assembled peacefully,
softly and purposefully.
Still a policeman
screamed and pranced.
Satyagrahis annihilated polity
shouting "a pen!"
"Satyagrahis, A pen!"
"Save a pen!"
"Sir, A pen!".
So, amidst partying,
some asshole pulled
sharpeners and pointed
sin associated paraphernalia
southward. At peace,
sinners always pray,
showily and prominently.

Suddenly at purgatory,
Satan allows perjurors
sexual autonomial powers.
Sadly, all powers
sinful, albeit pestilent
suffer a pitfall.
Such are powers
satan accords people.
So auntie Patty,
satisfied at progress,
stirred a puree
smiling, at peace.


Yours,

Puppy Manohar and Baby Vaijayanti

"Les derniers seront les premiers" - Celine Dion

You know we had no time..we could not even try

Dear Puppy,
regards,
Baby V
"The people laughed till she said, "Burn!" - Deep Purple

The Pen is On the TABLE

Dear Puppy,

The pen is on the table.

regards,
Baby V.
"They can buy anything. But they cant buy backbone" - Maxwell