Hotel JNU - The Shock Ballad



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!”

In case you missed it, the above is a satirical version of Hotel California by The Eagles.