Manly picketing?

Satiricus was inspired. Red Thread had just picketed Parliament wanting to know why the women parliamentarians were not representing “grassroots” women. Good for them! This was the ‘new dispensation’, wasn’t it? He’d never quite thought about politics this way. But if it was good enough for women, it should be good enough for men. No? It was high time he spoke to his buddies to put some pressure on male parliamentarians.
God knows that the fellas in the backstreet dive were grassroots enough! “Look how they only debating about committees,” complained Hari, “Like they forget is we men put them there!”
“And the thing is, all the leaders are men! Speaker, Opposition leader Government leader… everybody MEN!” agreed Suresh. “They forget who they are. We got to put pressure on them!”
“Abee gat fuh get wan name!” Cappo was enthusiastic about the idea. “How about ‘Bamboo Fire?” Sounds grassroots. I remember the folk song we used to sing in school!” Kuldeep looked nostalgic.
“But is not everybody want their food ready by six o’clock! And that is what people think about when they remember Bamboo Fire.” Suresh grinned.
“Yeah! Think how it will sound: “Bamboo Fire pickets parliament! Demand food by day clean!” Hari chuckled at the image.
“If the women got Red Thread, how about Fire Rope for we men?”
“Awright! Awright! So wha you think abee should demand?” Cappo wanted to get on with it.
“As a grassroot man, de beer price gat fuh come down!” Bungi looked quite agitated.
“Man cyaan live pon bread alone, you know!” “Well we should be able to get we boy Aneel NandaBall to sponsor a beer bill,” Kuldeep volunteered.
“The man reputation in the EC bars make we look like a Sunday School Choir!” “Abee should picket fuh Manee come back!” suggested Cappo.
“Why? You want abee fo become tourist?” Bungi was confused.
“Nah!” responded Cappo.
“De man big up Main Street Lime when he bin a Minista. This time we could picket fuh him to have lime in every village every Friday!” “That’s a manly undertaking. Very grassroots,’ agreed Hari enthusiastically.
“Girls and beer flowing!” “Well if we will lime every Friday, then we should also picket for have Friday off with pay,” proposed Kuldeep.
“Well we shouldn’t have any problem finding a sponsor for that bill,” pointed our Suresh.
“All the parliamentarians only work about four days a month!” “And dem a still sleep pan de job,” chortled Cappo, “You see Ram Jhaat Tan nearly knock he head pan ‘e desk when ‘e fall asleep last Friday?”
The table erupted in laughter. Evidently everyone had seen the clip.
“OK. Back to the protest! We have to think of all grassroots men. How about Viagra for the older guys?” Hari said solicitously.
“You would have no problem sponsoring that one,” smiled Kuldeep. “Bipartisan! Grain Ja, Roop na Rain from one side and Hands from the other!”
“OK fellas. Me think abee gat enough issues.” Cappo said with finality. “When abee gon picket?”
“Next Thursday?” proposed Suresh.
“Alright! Leh abee ask abee wife if abee can go.” Cappo said.
Everyone agreed and trooped home to get permission.
Satiricus was inspired. Red Thread had just picketed Parliament wanting to know why the women parliamentarians were not representing “grassroots” women. Good for them! This was the ‘new dispensation’, wasn’t it? He’d never quite thought about politics this way. But if it was good enough for women, it should be good enough for men. No? It was high time he spoke to his buddies to put some pressure on male parliamentarians.God knows that the fellas in the backstreet dive were grassroots enough! “Look how they only debating about committees,” complained Hari, “Like they forget is we men put them there!” “And the thing is, all the leaders are men! Speaker, Opposition leader Government leader… everybody MEN!” agreed Suresh. “They forget who they are. We got to put pressure on them!” “Abee gat fuh get wan name!” Cappo was enthusiastic about the idea. “How about ‘Bamboo Fire?” Sounds grassroots. I remember the folk song we used to sing in school!” Kuldeep looked nostalgic.“But is not everybody want their food ready by six o’clock! And that is what people think about when they remember Bamboo Fire.” Suresh grinned.“Yeah! Think how it will sound: “Bamboo Fire pickets parliament! Demand food by day clean!” Hari chuckled at the image. “If the women got Red Thread, how about Fire Rope for we men?” “Awright! Awright! So wha you think abee should demand?” Cappo wanted to get on with it.“As a grassroot man, de beer price gat fuh come down!” Bungi looked quite agitated. “Man cyaan live pon bread alone, you know!” “Well we should be able to get we boy Aneel NandaBall to sponsor a beer bill,” Kuldeep volunteered. “The man reputation in the EC bars make we look like a Sunday School Choir!” “Abee should picket fuh Manee come back!” suggested Cappo.“Why? You want abee fo become tourist?” Bungi was confused.“Nah!” responded Cappo. “De man big up Main Street Lime when he bin a Minista. This time we could picket fuh him to have lime in every village every Friday!” “That’s a manly undertaking. Very grassroots,’ agreed Hari enthusiastically. “Girls and beer flowing!” “Well if we will lime every Friday, then we should also picket for have Friday off with pay,” proposed Kuldeep.“Well we shouldn’t have any problem finding a sponsor for that bill,” pointed our Suresh.“All the parliamentarians only work about four days a month!” “And dem a still sleep pan de job,” chortled Cappo, “You see Ram Jhaat Tan nearly knock he head pan ‘e desk when ‘e fall asleep last Friday?”The table erupted in laughter. Evidently everyone had seen the clip.“OK. Back to the protest! We have to think of all grassroots men. How about Viagra for the older guys?” Hari said solicitously.“You would have no problem sponsoring that one,” smiled Kuldeep. “Bipartisan! Grain Ja, Roop na Rain from one side and Hands from the other!” “OK fellas. Me think abee gat enough issues.” Cappo said with finality. “When abee gon picket?” “Next Thursday?” proposed Suresh.“Alright! Leh abee ask abee wife if abee can go.” Cappo said.Everyone agreed and trooped home to get permission.