Thursday, July 10, 2014

A SCOUNDREL

He always yearned
to take a bath in the limelight.
What he badly missed was a platform
and a sea of audience to listen to his words in rapt attention.
He had a mountain of views
and ideas under the sun and occasionally beyond the sun
to ventilate his feelings at the top of his voice.
After weighing the pros and cons
he chose a political outfit albeit politics
though it is often said is the last resort of a scoundrel.
‘It is better to be a scoundrel’
rather than a non-entity in the society – he believes.
Politics, after all, is a lucrative profession

which needs no capital. 

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

AN IDEAL COUPLE

Knowing her
pastime of fondness
towards her garden
bearing colourful blooms
he brought her various
plants and gifted it to her.
Reading his love of flowers
she would present him
bunches of flowers to make him hale and hearty.
Reading her attachment towards him
he would pour in
elixir of love in abundance
to get her inebriated with love.
Aware of her longing
for sunset he would give her company
to Marine Drive and
enjoy the sight of the waves of the sea
lashing the sea shore.
They are moments of the
Sun in his ochre robe
slowly taking dip for the day.
Knowing his love of
Sunrise she would wake him up early in the morning
and would walk to the sea-shore.
They would wait for
the appearance of
silvery Sun smiling at them.
Enjoying the warmth and brightness of Sun
both would get locked in embraces
and thousand kisses.
Come Sunday mornings
he would give
her company to the church
to attend the Holy Communion.
Whenever he aspired to
go to the temple
she would accompany him
and would wait for him

outside the temple.

Monday, July 7, 2014

MY PURSUIT

In pursuit of her proximity
I ran fast, walked fast,
and jumped many a hurdle.
Fatigue, tiredness, agony
thirst and hunger
all turn immaterial
when a goal is set.
I am optimistic
still optimistic
one day my purpose
ought to be materialized.
Life is a game of pursuits
one’s aim
one’s dedication
one’s devotion
relegating all other matters behind.


Sunday, July 6, 2014

WHAT THE STARS FORETELL?

What the stars foretell?
Stars foretell umpteen things.
Not all predictions need be true.
Some go right
but many go awry.
What the stars foretell?
Stars foretell many things
love, hate,
wealth, penury,
vigour and strength
friendship and enmity
the lists go on.
Not all of them need be true
but many go wrong.
Knowing all these facts
we go through, “what the stars foretell
this week for you”
in the inner pages of
a newspaper or magazines.
Funny….. really funny……


Saturday, July 5, 2014

WITHER GONE ARVIND KEJRIWAL AND HIS PARTY?

It was a meteoric rise. It was an incredible nose-dive. Within one year of its formation it could draw the attention of the whole world. Majority of citizens across India - most of them middle class citizens and those belonging to the lower middle class - got attracted to the new party.
AAP(Aam Admi Party) leaders, through their dedication and sincerity spread far and wide across the nation was in the vanguard against massive corruption, poverty, unemployment, millions of masses without roofs over head, lack of sanitation, scarcity of pure drinking water, sky-rocketing prices of essential commodities and food – all eating into the vitals of national fabric fought against government in the citadels of power through peaceful demonstrations. Leaders and followers of the party visited each household and those without covers of their heads drew the attention and apprised them of the immediate need of changing the shape of the body-politic.
Arvind Kejriwal, Yogendra Yadav, Manish Sisodia and a number of leaders made the people aware of the murky political situation prevailing across the nation and could succeed in bringing the latter to its fold. The citizens who were suppressing their anger and indignation since decades at last got a savior to fight for them. The excitement and enthusiasm with which they flocked to the leaders of Aam Admi Party were inspiring.
The bye-elections to the assemblies of five States were round the corner and the party under the leadership of Arvind Kejriwal decided to contest from New Delhi with vigour, spirit and determination mobilized the citizens as a first step in the direction. Even AAP members of other States caught trains to New Delhi to contribute their mite and invoked the Delhi citizens to exercise their franchise and catapult the Aam Admi Party to power. The citizens of Delhi with courage and conviction cast their valuable votes in favour of AAP at the hustings since they were reeling under the pressure of corruption, unemployment, poverty etc since a prolonged period.
With the counting of votes nearing its end, to everyones’ surprise and delight AAP came second, the first being BJP (Bharatiya Janata Party) but without the majority to form a govt.
The Congress got relegated a poor third and to prevent the BJP from cobbling together a govt the former decided to extend its support to AAP to run the Union Territory of Delhi.
Thus a party of one year old was elevated to power with full of promises.
With Arvind Kejriwal in the chair of Chief Minister, a group of his colleagues held the positions of various Ministries, the govt proceeded ahead implementing a host of reforms. Mr.Kejriwal’s unnecessary hurry proved his undoing. True. He could provide seven hundred litres of water free of charge to those who were suffering from scarcity of water, cutting the power-tariff to half bringing cheers in the faces of Delhites those were good times to Delhites.
With him taking up tabling of Jan Lokpal in the Assembly, Indian National Congress(INC) which was extending support to his govt from outside decided to withdraw support to his govt since the leaders of the INC were apprehending framing of charges against them for the massive corruption indulged in by them. But Mr.Kejriwal, the young man in a hurry remained stubborn, tabled the bill in the Assembly. With BJP and Congress members voting against Kejriwal was left with no choice except to step down after 49 days of AAP’s holding of power. Later he even went to the extend of offering unqualified apology to the Delhites but they couldn’t and wouldn’t wanted to share the blame with him.
Within three to four months, approached General elections and AAP wanted to field candidates across the States. And it did. But with rumblings within AAP and many resigning from the party as they got fed up with the party the party could garner only four seats, that too from Punjab. Delhi which made him Chief Minister and blessed his party once, turned their faces away from him and his party and was pushed into a big zero.
Nowadays, even the party’s name not coming up I wonder what actually happened to Mr.Kejriwal and his colleagues.

As Jairam Rmaesh, the Congress leader put it ‘the AAP can’t be called a party but it is a collection of inividuals’. His statement has been proved right.       

Saturday, June 7, 2014

THE ANNUAL RITUAL

It was a fateful day in her life.
It was an immemorable day in her life.
It was a dreamy day in her life.
It was a glorious day in her life.
It was on the very day
the Minister clad in a white dress
flanked by his security and his followers brought her here
under the warm sunlight and planted her.
He delivered a passionate speech
amidst thunderous applause
which elated her spirits sky-high.
After planting her here
he watered her which warmed her heart and soul.
With the Sun getting more and more hot
he predicted in the course of his impassionate speech
that a day would come
she would grow up taller and taller
and would provide shelter to the passers-by.  
With the Sun getting more and more furious
since a long period.
The Minister was dreaming of a green earth 
to the solace and satisfaction of the generation next.
With the passage of days 
her flames of hopes and expectations were
gradually getting dimmer and dimmer
with none taking care of her
none available to provide her the elixir of life.
The Minister
though speeds through the street
with escort vehicles providing security
never cares to throw at least a glance at her.
Now she with a
stunted growth under the blazing Sun

spends her days fearing the inevitable.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

TIME ILLUSION

Call me what you prefer
a river
a long-winding path
an endless chain
with neither a beginning nor an end
call me what you  prefer
a delightful mother
who goes on fondling you on her lap
a ferocious animal
bent upon preying you
an ecstatic lover
who holds you in a
warm, tight embrace
planting kisses galore
a saint in meditation
who is impervious to pain, sorrow or happiness.
You might call me TIME
who keeps on racing ahead
a spoiler, a healer, a well-wisher.
Call me what you like.
I am always where I am
I am always what I am
neither a runner
but standing frozen like a statue.