Hippy Charlie

'Production curve, mass production, income and expenditure method, blah, blah,blah'...... To spice up my economics period nothing else better than penning down a few lines on my imaginery pal Charlie, the hippy! My heartfelt gratitude to my economics teacher.


Resistance to the opposite sex
Hippy Charlie learnt it from his Biology text
But females still kept devouring him
Guess it was hereditary to his family's brim.

Femmes with specks he loved to see
But sadly it was not a matter of glee
For everytime he got hooked on to one
He was ultimately left with a big bun.

Charlie took his grievance to his production committee
Sans a rendezvous with Indian publicity
But the final verdict by his mom and dad
Were, "Oh our desi son, we're very glad."

The morn saw him as a customer at the local beauty parlour
The evening heard him auction fish at the Cochin harbour
Sorry girls he keeps himself out of sight
For his face is a crow's delight.

Once while travelling in an auto-rickshaw
Charlie dreamnt he was the writer Bernard Shaw
He wrote short stories winning girls and glory
But awoke screaming when his auto hit an Indian pony.

Charlie tried with all his heart and never lost hope, did he?
For finally he met a girl-his wife to be
But not for long for Charlie burst; my darling, my love, my beautiful wife
Marrying you goofed up my life.

A living proof that man could live without a brain
Charlie was the last to know when it rained
Perhaps being fed up of life he took to cricket
But unfortunately lost his middle wicket.

Go according to the Indian tradition
Says Charlie, and marry your dad's decision
For Charlie now all alone on the islands of Munroe
With frying pan in hand eating fish roe.