Here’s an ode to legendary Indian fertility,
And no less than a DNA test confirms it all.
‘Turning’ father at 86 is a ripe ND Tiwari,
With the courts conclusion, political heavens fall.
What’s interesting is thirty-three years of denial;
More interesting that he lied on oath on an affidavit;
Even more, that in 7 appeals he furnished bullshit;
Still more, with his own family, he was adversarial.
But the pessimist in me stirs all over again.
The thought barges in, so the mind can’t refrain –
What if Tiwari had copped it at eighty-five.
To the time Judiciary takes, here’s a high five.
But on matters useful Nothing Doing Tiwari always said ‘I can’t’.
But with such fertility, would’ve been more useful as a plant.
Now there is evidence that India’s a modern nation,
‘Coz through our nose we’ll be paying for tradition.
Vegetables and fruits will be dearer this fasting season,
The small price to pay for excessive canonization.
Meanwhile Bal Thackeray in Lilavati’s recovering,
And this is good news coming on his birthday.
Now nephew Raj sends him 100 roses all the way,
Is the ice thawing, or is mere politics simmering.
Now Yoga champ Ramdev appeared at Jantar Mantar.
This walkie-talkie deity anoints his sheltered altar,
Expressing solidarity with a crestfallen Anna,
He yapped and yapped while Anna chewed ganna.
But when Ramdev yaps coarsely, a pious India blinks;
And some take him seriously though he continuously winks.
But what I note with interest is this new paradox.
First 2 pages of Dirty Paper are sold to an ad.
Apt, this is where the ‘shining’ India flocks –
‘New BMW 3… Superior by evolution’ looks glad.
There are many ways to understand such phenomena.
Either our moneybag minority is mass enough,
But that thought on logic sits rather rough.
Or incredibly now luxury’s mass in India.
Or for both BMW and the English media,
The top end of the pyramid can lead to amnesia.
That the big bottom one day will topple it all,
And then cause this massive socio economic brawl.
Oh nothing wrong with lovely BMWs, no grouse;
But one’s man’s one garage, many times another’s house?
Those reading Nirbhaya’s India for the first time would do well to read the ‘Foreword’ and ‘Nirbhaya’s December’ especially ‘She hands over the baton’