Sigyama Vishal Nayak

(The Name is Vishal Nayak)

This blog aims to bring Mangalore to Mangaloreans far away from the hometown. I’ll try to post as many things happening around the coastal region; if there’s a lack of communication please bear malpule.

To know more about me check out my site: www.vishal-nayak.com

Something about me:

Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they’re red, white, and blue
And when the band plays “Hail to the Chief”
They point the cannon right at you

It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no senator’s son
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, dont they help themselves
But when the tax man comes to the door,
Lord the house looks like a rummage sale
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It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no millionaire’s son
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war
And when you ask them, “How
much should we give?”
They only answer “More! More! More!”

It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no military son
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one

It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate on

Words penned by the immortal Classic Rock band Creedence Clearwater Revival (CCR). Just like many of CCR fans, I too am working class and no fortunate son.