Tag Archives: Lok Sabha

The Nirbhaya Chronicles – December 21st, 2012

These sonnets (each with the same fixed rhyming scheme) cover:

what India (us and the political class) was doing

when Nirbhaya (who symbolized the apathy of politicos) was dying.

To her memory. And to our awakening.

Let us continue our fight for a 2nd azaadi with the same verve. 

( the links are clickable; so read about our representatives before 2014! )

 

Just two short of his last score,

Modi swept Gujarat off its feat.

And yes, urban votes were at the core,

Of it, besides the 250 rallies skeet,

That he did against Rahul’s eight,

And Sonia’s seven, both half-hearted,

Coupled with marketing sins that thwarted,

Their own chances instead.

But impatient to set sights on Delhi,

He found the wait so unbearably

Difficult, that he hinted that his Hindi

People must get used to – imagine the lindy

They nearly did on the chance, that Modi may prance

By Delhi’s throne, a filler for commoners in the dynastic dance.

 

 

In Himachal the exit polls had to exit;

Their predictions went quite awry.

Congress with clear majority earned credit,

And proved the talk of doom was blubbery.

But what to make of Modi’s glib talk,

Is as vague as he may have intended,

Asking for forgiveness in case (un)intended,

He made a mistake, the conditional ropewalk.

But without a single Muslim fielded by him,

Methinks it’s best to let his histrionics dim,

As also on Himachal, Congress’s applause,

‘Twas like an old goat with a deferred menopause,

Whose image good boy Jaitley went to taint,

On gadkarian-like charges that instead had the BJP faint.

 

 

Far removed from the self-congratulatory

Political class, Nirbhaya struggles to live.

Her intestines are removed in the second surgery,

But better results her friend has started to give,

In the identification parade at Tihar Jail.

Politicians are now falling over each other,

To condemn the incident with blather.

But they must think we’re asses who fail

To see, how to simply align with the tide

They speak, but wear the same pig-hide.

One AIADMK and one Trinamool MP

Of the Lok Sabha, have charges quite simply

Of violence against women – of assault and rape;

Meanwhile Nirbhaya’s will to live makes docs gape.

Three sonnets covering each day of the Nirbhaya period will be posted everyday. Follow them here on ‘WordPress’ on http://www.nirbhayasindia.com or through my twitter account: @nirbhayasindia 

Advertisements

The Nirbhaya Chronicles – December 18th, 2012

These sonnets (each with the same fixed rhyming scheme) cover:

what India (us and the political class) was doing

when Nirbhaya (who symbolized the apathy of politicos) was dying.

To her memory. And to our awakening.

Let us continue our fight for a 2nd azaadi with the same verve. 

( the links are clickable; so read about our representatives before 2014! )

 

Exit polls on Gujarat and Himachal,

Predict a landslide for Modi in the former;

A scrape-through for Congress, just the needful

In the latter – did they fail to hammer?

In Maimed Mumbai, the Sena’s begun,

The process of shifting the memorial.

Rajya Sabha’s done with the quota ordeal,

But Lok Sabha promises much more fun,

But Sena’s shifting seems too good to be true,

And Mulayam must now have a trick or two,

To puncture the sails of Mayawati’s yatch,

With something dirtier than whatever she’s got.

These two desperately need numbers in 2014,

Given their life expectancy and CBI’s guillotine.

 

 

After trying to thoroughly botch up FDI retail,

Mamata beamed winningly at industry captains,

Assuring them that her government wouldn’t fail,

Even on land acquisition – the U-turn was at pains

To appear convincing, to the natural lie detectors,

The simple one we intuitively have for protection;

Yet, almost immune to its inevitable detection,

She continued to bullshit the money attracters.

But midway Pawan Munjal exited the meeting,

Saying he wouldn’t invest in Bengal, (without seething).

A little bird says that he broached the FDI topic,

And Mamata’s response was rude and ectopic.

And so as usual she again achieved the exact opposite,

Of what she had set out to achieve – predictably quixotic.

 

 

Something intolerably mundane for Delhi

Happened again; and again shameless mention

Of it must be done, in the hope that finally

On some odd day, somehow, there’s ACTION.

A twenty-three old girl in a moving bus,

In pretty normal hours as normal can be,

Was gangraped by five bastards brutally;

Again, the holy police was far as Phoebus.

Stripping her, they then beat her brutally,

And threw her off the vehicle roughly.

Now after four hours of difficult surgery,

She’s on ventilator, and India’s angry.

Her intestines are ruptured, genitals injured,

And the thought crosses, where are the bastards.

Will they again first elude our fantastic police,

And then once caught, get off with ease.

Three sonnets covering each day of the Nirbhaya period will be posted everyday. Follow them here on ‘WordPress’ on http://www.nirbhayasindia.com or through my twitter account: @nirbhayasindia 

%d bloggers like this: