Fast Insult

We read history but never learn from the past,
We continue to play politics of votes,money and caste
The Mahatma we don't follow,
Our declarations are so hollow,
We've made a mockery of the reason Gandhiji did a fast

He did it always to atone for violence of body and mind,
He was respected so much, The British some rules would rescind,
Maun, prayer and fasting,
The result was long lasting,
No shamianas, no blaring PA system, and no speeches of any kind

Our rulers are so crooked, now little of that ethos endures,
You commit whatever sins you want and fasts are now the cures,
Parties call each other names,
Strive to come in camera frames,
And it is then all about proving "My fast is better than yours"....

Shameless, Pointless....

They are here, the ordinary citizens "to serve",
To say that, with pious faces, they have the nerve,
Then to show us who's the boss,
They acquire a z-plus police posse,
And all 'service" goes for a toss, as I observe...

No terror investigations, have resulted in arrests,
The ones caught, then treated as State Prison Guests
Its almost like a spoof,
Ordering jackets bullet proof,
And the vendor is decided without meaningful tests.

Who cares about the injured? your "statement" is supreme,
In the glare of TV lights, you visit hospitals with the team,
A patient's path blocked; never mind,
Think of the visuals you leave behind,
In such times, your "concern" should be judged as extreme ...

Our representatives, give lectures and adjourn for the day,
To avoid embarrassing questions, in Parliament ,some say,
In the face of this legislative "shirk"
Lawyers,judges, all get back to work,
The work must continue, no blasts can come in their way...

It seems intelligence was received by police in July,
Why were those suspects not monitored since then, why ?
Then sudden progress in a single day,
Exponentially reducing out day by day,
Lots of talk, no arrests, and the common man can just die ?

shameless

You need to be super smart to manipulate zeros,
Overinvoicing and sharing spoils, makes you heroes,
Those hungry can just shout,
Because you've got the clout,
And you fiddle with their lives and money like Neroes.

Women in villages, get burnt for showing resistance,
No security there, but for you, Z-plus on insistence,
There are schools, but no teacher,
I wonder what kind of creature,
Like you,charges money for transfers,with much persistence

Poverty stricken crorepaties, exhibiting an odd old car,
But the public pays for petrol, so it takes them so far,
Its not at all to your credit
The nation's treasury you debit,
And smile at each other saying,"Aisa hota hai, yaar"!

With false populist promises you acquire their farm,
Selling it for profit to builders becomes your kaam,
What isn't so very funny
Is the color of acquired money
For "Daney daney par likha hota hai 'khane' wale ka naam"

Poor Ministers Declare Wealth

Prime Minister Manmohan Singh and his cabinet ministers on Saturday declared their assets which were posted online, officials said. [Link]



There was a Minister who declared his wealth
People said his work was just full of stealth
He said he owned an old car
And a house just next to bazar
The swiss banker remained silent with whom he dealt!


Vivek

THE ANNUAL MONSOON PASS-THE-BUCK GAME

Rain, rain don't go away,

Mumbai doesn't mind either way,

Everybody still comes to work and play.

Even though it rains night and day.

Stuck in puddles, caught in muddles

The BMC blames the tide

The road contractors choose to hide

Let the ministers decide

Who is the culprit? What's his name?

Monsoon depression? High tide? Amavas? Who will win this blame-game?

No Title, No sense, No solution

The confusion around me in making me giddy
It seems that these days it is useless to study
The "choice" job you see,
Is to actually be an MP.
Where people love to pay you for being their "buddy"

Bank balances from thousands bloom into crores,
Its boom time for you and those you call yours,
You get a huge commission
for clearing a permission,
And those who don't pay are just shown the doors

You wonder what I am trying to say, wait, don't frown,
Corruption, always is learnt , from the top, down,
That's why they are so fussy
On not including lower bureaucracy,
Bribe is not just a verb, but a very massive noun.

Concept of Parliament is supreme, not those inside,
So many gutless elected folks, with so much to hide
Quoting procedure to save face,
Not one of them has any grace,
And not one has ventured to Ramlila to the old man's side....

Badam-Pista Iftaars,the ruling party folks getting bolder,
Keep fibbing to the fasting man, now 11 days and older..
Party spokesman should shut up
The common man is fed up,
The 74 year old Shravan Bal, carries now, the country on his shoulder....

Of an Old Man and Politicians

There was an old man who was frail
But did lots to boost national morale
He wanted to root out corruption
That didn't go down with the politicians
So they did what they could - sent him to jail

Just as the daylight began to pale
They thought to get him out of the jail
But the old man refused
Leaving the politicians bemused
He let the wind out of their sails


I think he prefers to stay in jail
Rather than come out on bail
For he has national sympathy
And international empathy
I hope this saga ends well