Thursday, December 22, 2011

Debunking the Anna campaign



So there we go…. Indian of the Year…again ! Congratulations, Hazare-ji. First awarded so by NDTV(shared with Arvind Kejriwal) and now by CNN-IBN. Adds to a long list of achievements by Anna. The previous and more prestigious ones, Padma Shri and Padma Bhushan were undoubtedly deserved, for transforming Ralegaon Siddhi and bringing in other social reforms.

 But what about the last two ? ‘Indian of the Year’ by two media companies… Completely deserved, many would say, taking into account the happenings of the year. At first glance, it would appear so. Fasting 3 times in a year for the passage of the Lokpal Bill would certainly be worthy of such recognition. But when that recognition comes from media companies, who made tens of crores in advertisement revenues thanks to the continuous, over-hyped and sensationalized coverage of the campaign, it seems worthless. And ‘Indian of the Year’ ? In a land of 1.2 billion people, is it that easy to give the award to just one or two persons ? True, Anna has brought the country together, but to what ends ? For the passage of one Bill, many others have been put on hold for more than a year ! Right to Education, Food Security Act and important other economic reforms included.

Moving on, lets talk about the campaign itself. This whole idea of black-mailing the UPA government to get the Lokpal Bill passed. Why do we need Parliament then ? People compare him to Gandhi. But they forget, Gandhi and millions of other Indians fought for Independence from an external colonial power. However corrupt the present and earlier Governments have been, it would be prudent on our part to remember that the Constitution and the Parliament are the two most powerful weapons we citizens have. Claims of Anna being bigger than Parliament are made. Really ? Can one man have more power than the collective voice of 350 million people who vote every 5 years ?

I’ve heard people counter-argue that why should we wait 4 years to take action on errant representatives ? I’d say that’s a punishment for our failure to vote the right people in. And lets not hide behind the excuse of no good candidates being available. Less than half the urban population votes in elections. Yet, we are the first to make excuses. Here’s where Anna could actually have stepped in and made a much bigger difference. He and India Against Corruption group claim to have the support of 25 crore people. If they contested in the Parliamentary elections and if even half of that 25 crore voted for them, they would be able to win anywhere between 300-400 seats. Enough for a whopping majority no party has achieved in decades. Anna may use his excuses again to not enter politics. But as he himself will tell you, to clean something, you got to get your hands dirty. We need long-term solutions. Otherwise, the Lokpal Bill will turn out to be a mere placebo than the miracle pill we are all hoping it will be.

In the end, let me make this clear. I’ve nothing against the passage of the Lokpal Bill. I’d be really glad when that happens. But not at the cost of making a mockery of our Parliamentary system and democratic values that so often marvels everyone in the world, except ourselves.

Friday, December 16, 2011

From kamasutra to kama-asuras

In the land of the kamasutra,
in the land of the Apsaras,
in the land of Rama and Sita,
are now the Ravanas and Kaurvas.
In the land where half naked women used to feel safe,
even burqa clad girls are raped.
From the land of Gandhi,
we are now in the fiefdom of Thackeray.
From silent protesters,
to silent sufferers.
This is an India,
no freedom fighter envisioned,
yet every modern woman experiences.

Coming together

From the flour I rise
Liquefied into dough,
Battered and dipped,
Into the frying pan I go…
My origin is unknown,
Although my home,
Has always been,
India for sure.

Times are changing though…
No more do I remain home.
Waiting for me,
With arms wide open,
Is this beautiful world.
From the chawls of Mumbai
To the Grand Hyatt in Dubai,
I’ve travelled,
A long way haven’t I?

This journey I make,
Isn’t measured by kilometers,
But the changes I bring in people.
I may be just,
A small round bhajji,
But my symbolic meaning,
A billion times bigger.
The more I travel,
The more I change,
Yet I’m not a bit scared.

‘cause ultimately,
We’re all the same.
Ignorance, historically,
Made us the lords,
Of our own worlds.
But better sense
We’ve finally seen,
To realize
We’re all part of,
ONE small world,
On this beautiful Earth.

Friday, October 21, 2011

shovelling snow

everywhere i look
there's people shovelling all this snow.
the cultural snow... sensual snow...the capitalist snow....
whatever u name it...
waste is the name of the game...
yet what do we call it ?
domestic consumption.
the bigger the waste,
the bigger our economies.
advanced capitalist economies.
and our minds become one big drain....

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Out of my reverie


An unremarkable day twas.
except for the heavens' continuous pouring.
life as boring as ever,
topped with college's miseries.
lost in thoughts such,
little did I realise the bus coming to a halt.
my mental absence continued till I felt someone sit next to me.
Coming out of my reverie,
I looked aside to see,
the girl who has forever stolen my heart from me.
For a fleeting moment our gazes met,
promptly I lost myself in those deep black eyes.
I started building up my courage all the way,
till I noticed her engagement ring.
Turning away,
I just smiled,
used to the terrible luck I've always had.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

black and white


i saw a girl in black and white.
whom i will dream of, tonight.
only know she's a Christite.
she's got the prettiest face,
only an angel might hope to ace.
for her, has anyone staked a claim ?
then graciously will i rest my case.
hoping against hope is my favorite play,
though it may end in a lot of pain !

midnight


everyone's dozing.
but i feel like jumping.
wouldn't even mind monkeying.
but then the neighbors start staring.
as though i'm being obscene.
disappointed, i start glowering.
but won't leave without my marking.
so i start screaming !
till everyone wakes up, abusing.
finally after my share of laughing,
i go back for some sleeping !

Pallavi

I know Indians love their chaat.
A love that can change into fanaticism fast !
But even the staunchest fail to compete,
with a cutie I know, called Pallavi !
Be warned, she loves her dahi chaat.
A word against her favorite can cost,
atleast a couple of pearls in your jaw.
This I have learnt from past experience, be warned,
unless you want to end up as dahi chaat !

Aishwarya

India's known for its curvy girliiees.
But as usual there's an exception to every theory.
My friend falls into this category,
of being a rare super-skinny !
She's certainly equally exotic,
no mistaking about it.
Her moods might be like blore's weather,
she's still as sweet as any eclair.
No problem in guessing who i'm talkin about, surely ya ?
Cos its my friend aishwarya !

star in my life

She's like a star...
a bright star.....
acing the pole star....
She brightens up my day.
everyday
in the gloomiest place...

but She's a star.
an unattainable star.
the closer i get,
the farther She goes.
my love for Her,
keeps me chasing Her.

but i won't give up,
even if we are,
a million miles apart.
cos now i know,
my heart beats,
only for Her.