In the Shah house.....

With apologies to Elvis Presly (In the Ghetto...)

On a cold and gray Gujarati mornin'

A poor little bahu is sent

To the Shah House

(To the Shah house)

And her mama cries

'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need

It is another women to be abused

In the Shah House

(In the Shah house)

People, don't you understand

The girl needs a helping hand

Or she'll grow up to be another Anupama some day

Take a look at you and me

Are we too blind to see?

Do we simply change our channels

And look the other way

Well, the world turns

And a doormat little girl with a runny nose

wipes with a dupatta as the cold wind blows

In the Shah House

(In the Shah house)

And her humilation burns

So she starts to serve the abusers at night

And she learns how to keep quiet

And she learns how to hide

In the Shah House

(In the Shah House)

Then one night in desperation

The young woman breaks away

She packs her bag, leaves her spouse

Tries to run, but she don't get far

And her mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young woman

Being led back by Maa with a tug on her hand

To the Shah House

(To the Shah House)

And as her spirit dies

(In the Shah House)

On a cold and gray Gujarati mornin'

Another young bahu is brought

To the Shah House

(To the Shah House)

And her mama cries

(In the Shah House)

(In the Shah House)

Ok I love Elvis so the original song in his voice made me cry, the music in itself I feel is melancholy... But I couldn't stop laughing though I sang your entire post with the same tune... you are a genius, friend👏

This was so inspirational it inspired me to do a take on Hotel California - Eagles

Welcome to the Shah house & the mania

Such a deadly place (such a deadly place)

A lot of deadly days

Plenty of toxicity at the Shah house (any time of year)

You can find it here

Baa's mind is kaafi-twisted

She got the Jhula swingz

She got a lot of bad, bad, badduas

That she calls love

How they dance in the festivals

Sweety, Samar & Co

Some dances we remember

Some dances we wanna forget

So I called up Kinjal

"Please bring me some masala chai"

She said "We haven't had that chai here since Baa said nai"

And still those voices are calling from far away

Wake us up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Shah house & the mania

Such a deadly place (such a deadly place)

A lot of deadly days

They fightin' it up at the Shah house in a mania

What nice clowns (what nice clowns)

Bring your popcorns

Vanraj on the rampage

The big mustache in quake

And he said: "You are all just prisoners here, of our own device!"

And in the festival's climax

We all gathered for the feast

They dance and fight and take each other's blood

But we just can't find any food!

Last thing we remember, we were

Running for our lives

We had to find our life back

To the way we were before

"Relax, " said a voice then

"We are the TV programme, see

You can start watching any time you like

But you can never stop..."

This was brilliant 👏

@Tiana - Agree about the melancholy. There is an air of desperate hopelessness about this song that makes your hair rise.

Originally posted by: SoulSpiller

This was so inspirational it inspired me to do a take on Hotel California - Eagles

Welcome to the Shah house & the mania

Such a deadly place (such a deadly place)

A lot of deadly days

Plenty of toxicity at the Shah house (any time of year)

You can find it here

Baa's mind is kaafi-twisted

She got the Jhula swingz

She got a lot of bad, bad, badduas

That she calls love

How they dance in the festivals

Sweety, Samar & Co

Some dances we remember

Some dances we wanna forget

So I called up Kinjal

"Please bring me some masala chai"

She said "We haven't had that chai here since Baa said nai"

And still those voices are calling from far away

Wake us up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Shah house & the mania

Such a deadly place (such a deadly place)

A lot of deadly days

They fightin' it up at the Shah house in a mania

What nice clowns (what nice clowns)

Bring your popcorns

Vanraj on the rampage

The big mustache in quake

And he said: "You are all just prisoners here, of our own device!"

And in the festival's climax

We all gathered for the feast

They dance and fight and take each other's blood

But we just can't find any food!

Last thing we remember, we were

Running for our lives

We had to find our life back

To the way we were before

"Relax, " said a voice then

"We are the TV programme, see

You can start watching any time you like

But you can never stop..."

Loved it! ❤️

Hopefully we'll be able to tear ourselves away before 'hell freezes over' ;)

Harish, such a fine piece of writing. You've captured Kinjal perfectly. Abuse is not always physical or even overt. This is the kind of insidious manipulation that leaves you a shell of the person you were and you don't even realise it. Love the way you've also captured the apathy in society which allows this cycle to continue unhampered.

Originally posted by: Arshi67

Harish, such a fine piece of writing. You've captured Kinjal perfectly. Abuse is not always physical or even overt. This is the kind of insidious manipulation that leaves you a shell of the person you were and you don't even realise it. Love the way you've also captured the apathy in society which allows this cycle to continue unhampered.

Ah exactly, exactly - even though there was that element of humour in the act by itself, the lyrics came across as so very poignant...

This was brilliant creativity 👏

Unfortunately Anupamaa is not empowered. Real people ask for help and are willing to learn. Which no one in this show does!