We wake today to the west fingering us.
A rating agency is shoving it up ours.
From stable to negative is their crux;
Don’t sc_ew with ‘reforms’ it’s telling us.
You know what the word ‘reforms ’must mean –
The failed western model we must emulate,
And turn it modishly into a capitalist state,
Where private companies on public bailouts preen.
Only then will foreign investors congregate.
Only then will the dollar and rupee date.
So the formula is quite simple really –
Money does chase money, incestually.
‘Coz the economy sags if you choke corruption,
Look away, and boy! The market has an erection.
I know I know the last sonnet was horny.
But placed within Kali Yug, as it fittingly was,
In context I think it wasn’t all that corny,
For a nation as randy even in diapause.
Now Anna gets it back from the Congress,
When they question the very timing.
A doc kills her hubby for demanding
Every now and then a lot of sex.
The Air India pilots are still on strike.
Not that the private ones are shining bright.
Maharashtra questions CBI’s probe of Adarsh scam.
Is there any money hole left for politicians to bang?
Now, that even players start politicking in tennis,
The symbol of Kali Yug should be the pen_s.
The commercial world always does manage
To extract the very worst from yours truly.
Just can’t help but marvel on the damage
They cause, all so stunningly easy to see.
Methinks for all the sparks and sparkles,
When avarice fills a rich man’s soul,
It’s easy to guess where he upturns his own p_le,
Then under his own greed, one day he buckles.
For disparity does no one any good;
A simple enough principle to be understood.
As companies hungrily seek market share,
Whole industries are stripped naked and bare.
Now on MBA education one rightfully shudders,
For once upon a time there was Lehman Brothers.