A nose-ringed tennis player is furious.
Male players they’ve placed on a higher peg,
When championships I’ve won are various.
Plus I’m the only one showing leg.
In Kashmir, they’ve gutted a Sufi shrine.
This fire too is caused by a short circuit,
Although here it seems it really did cause it.
Yet violence coz the firemen weren’t on time!
The UP Chief Minister strikes a bargain.
90,000 crores to the state to not be a pain;
The price for supporting UPA at the centre,
The first political move by young Akhilesh to enter.
The nation is crowded with whining complainants,
Secularism my foot, we are fratricidal opponents.
Now here’s a tearful poignant tale:
The Pakis announced one Sarabjit’s release,
For Presidential pardons aren’t meant to fail.
But they went back on it if you please.
A sub continent style confounding U turn,
Saying they were sorry for the mistaken feed,
Dear media, it wasn’t Sarabjit but Surjeet,
Though we know you’re shocked to learn.
On death sentence was Indian ‘terrorist’ Sarabjit,
And jailed for three decades in Lahore, spy Surjeet.
Our media says Pakis bowed to internal pressure.
And they: that we’re needlessly blowing a fissure.
Truthfully this time, my thoughts play chameleon.
For once I’m unsure and have no opinion.
Now here’s a dose of subcontinent football.
And Maharashtra’s no less than Brazil, Argentina.
Dribbling the ball on the Adarsh scam are all
Ex chief ministers changed frequently by Sonia.
To a waiting ex CM Vilasrao Deshmukh,
Who dribbles it a bit today while we all look,
Then to ex CM Chavan, it’s neatly deflected.
The goalkeeper is Miserable Manmohan as usual.
That Sonia’s non-playing captain is not unusual.
Interesting how now even the army isn’t spared.
Thankfully so far only its underpants are bared.
But let’s acknowledge reality on our part,
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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.