Introduction

A way out east there was a wing,
I want to tell you about,
wing by the name of E-100s.
At least, that was the handle its lovin' administration gave it,
but it never had much use for it itself.
This E-100s, it called itself the DhobiGhat.

Now, Dhobi Ghat, that's a name no one would
self-apply where I come from.
But then, there was a lot about the DhobiGhat
that didn't make a whole lot of sense
to me.  And a lot about where it
was located, like- wise.  But then again,
maybe that's why I found the places' darned interestin'.

They call Joka the Institute of
Pseude Managers.  I didn't find it to be that
exactly, but I'll allow as there are
some nice folks there.  'Course, I
can't say I seen WIMWI, and I never
been to (whats its name btw), and I ain't never
seen no CEO in his damn undies as
the fellas here say.  But I'll tell you
what, after seeing Joka and
this a here story I'm about to unfold--
wal, I guess I seen somethin' ever'
bit as stupefyin' as ya'd see in any
a those other places, and in foriegn MBA
too, so I can die with a smile on my
face without feelin' like the good
Lord gypped me.

Now this story I'm about to unfold
took place back in 2008-10--
just about the time of Obamas taking over.
I only mention it 'cause some- times
there are some fellas--I won't say hee-roes,
'cause what are hee-roes?--but sometimes
there are some fellas.

And I'm talkin' about the DhobiGhat here--
sometimes there's a wing which, wal,
it's the wing for its time'n place,
it fits right in there--and that's
the DhobiGhat, in Joka.

~Adapted from Intro in the real Dude Movie