He was a trained desi DJ, and like DJ Nas, he felt he was a Gully Boy —  a DJ who had come out of the slums

Ministers looking for their minutes of fame

“Dikuna men, I am a part-time ricksha driver, wot to say, dats why I am in khaki unform.”

“All that is fine, but can you elucidate on what’s going on?”

Bruh, you boomers believe that children should be seen and not heard, well we’ve been both seen and heard

Ignorants, uncaring ignorants, blissfully unaware that cutting off our “arms” renders us imbalanced, making us hugely vulnerable to winds and storms

“Hey men Dikuna, I went for dat passport size photo take outing”

“Or is it because they were dancing on the tarmac of an airfield?” the Odissi enquired.

The termite smiled, “Ah, but your boss is hiding in Boston… and they’ve closed down your X account.” 

The orders had come from above-austere living, alternative means of transport, save fuel, “don’t buy gold.”

Rahul Da Cunha

DJ Gan Gun