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The Great Indian Apathy!..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 23 Feb 2013 14:51:00 +0000

India, a country once famous for its culture & heritage;

Is today pitied upon, for all it’s bitter carnage.

Rapes and Murders happening every now and then,

That you begin to wonder,

“What’s wrong with all the Men?”

Respecting women seems to be something they've never been taught,

But of course not all men are same, just a few of these distraught.

Jobless and Aimless with no vision in life,

That the women walking the roads have to roam around with a knife!

They’re worthless and such a pain; a nuisance on this earth,

The world would’ve been a better place, had they been wiped off at birth.

Justice and Equality, two things that the victims never get,

That in the judiciary you lose faith, and you begin to fret.

The cases go on for years on end, with no end in sight,

And in the battle for their basic freedom, the ladies lose their fight.

Deal with those Morons by yourself I’d say, learn a bit of karate & kung-fu,

Teach him the lesson the hard way, that again with women he would never screw.

Let’s hope that one day all of this will change, that for once a new dawn will come,

And send a cue to the outside world, that ‘The change has just begun!’

Finally That Time Has Come!

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 06 Nov 2012 13:56:00 +0000

Finally that time of the year has come,

Where in the fight with their bed, everyone succumbs!

After sleeping through all those months; of heat & bitter rain,

You learn that all the eager waiting has indeed not gone in vain.

You just wish, that the night lasted all day,

And even the sun doesn’t shine, not even a ray!

Your bed seems so loving, your Quilt is such a charm,

You sleep so tight, that you miss your morning alarm.

You get up so late, that now you've got to run,

And your loving morning breakfast, now you have to shun.

This might be the only time, when you love nature at its best,

The serene climate, the cool winds, which make you feel you’re blessed.

Just when you think that all is well, and that things couldn't have got any better,

You come to realize the harsh reality, that soon everything could be over.

Then one more year of grueling climate, you will be forced to face;

Which only for the winter, you will brace; and face it like an Ace.

Is It The End Of Good Times?

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 24 Oct 2012 16:41:00 +0000

Kingfisher! The mighty airline screeches to a halt,

Which just makes everyone wonder, it is whose fault?

Even as their bank balance is running so low,

The King of Good Times has got a huge blow!

Wages since months their employees haven’t got,

Which puts Mallya Jr. in quite a bit of a spot.

Considering that Kingfisher was his 18^th B’day present,

Now it seems he might end up getting a warrant!

Just as the list of their debt grows and unfurls,

Mallya Jr. was in London hunting for Calendar Girls!

But the Mallya Sr. was nowhere to be found,

Even as all his planes finally touched the ground.

But his famed private jet is still up in the sky,

The last it was spotted, it was far away in Shanghai!

Now Kingfishers license the Aviation Ministry has revoked,

‘It’s just temporary’, Kingfisher joked!

With a hefty 7k Crore needed to regain its license,

The Mallya’s have gone into total absolute silence.

Is the company dead or dead? It’s employees sit and ask,

Just waiting for the right time, to take the company to task!

Kingfisher has had its final stand, and tried out all its gimmicks,

In the end, I just hope that from this blunder,
it comes out like a Phoenix.

P.S : Not To Be Taken Offensively.

The Great Indian Politician!

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 20 Oct 2012 05:53:00 +0000

Me? Myself, I Am The Great Indian Politician!

I am your local corporator, still no less than a crook,

I can help you in any way you want, provided you have a cheque book.

My Five years in Office, are probably the best Five years of my life,

The only year’s when I get to enjoy foreign trips with my Wife!

These Activists are a real nuisance you see;

They won’t even let me fill my pocket,

Since before my foreign trip somehow;

I’ve got to buy an Armani Jacket.

Something known as ‘Honesty’ is what I have never learnt,

Which quite often results in my effigies being burnt.

And about the people I don’t care;

All that I need is Money,

Because you see even I have pressures,

Have to buy a Diamond Necklace for my Honey!

Citizens always keep complaining about us, and all they do is condemn,

No one see’s all the effort we take, just to maintain our helm!

The Swiss Bank is my second home; Oh what would I do without them,

With no place to stash all my hard-earned money, it would have been a real mayhem!

When we say that ‘Gandhi’ is our true inspiration;

People often tend to misquote,

Our inspiration is not ‘Gandhi, Father of the Nation’;

But the Gandhi on that ‘Little Green Banknote’.

P.S : This Writing is not aimed at any politician living or dead or any political party, neither do I mean that all the politicians of our country are corrupt, this writing is just a dig at 'some' corrupt politicians that take their positions for granted.

A Visit To The Barber's Salon

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 04 Oct 2012 02:19:00 +0000

Once again, it is that time of the month, when your hair has grown so long,

For which your mom says ‘cut it short’, and scolds you all-day-long.

So in the end, you make your effort, to visit the nearest salon,

So off you go, only to find yourself in an infinite ‘Q’ so long.

For your turn you wait patiently, counting all the nooks and cracks,

and when he calls your name in the end, you feel ‘now I can finally relax.

But that is just a distant dream, for he’ll just bombard you with questions,

and after you’re done with his KBC, the situation only worsens.

You tell him how you want your hair cut; long, short or medium,

you think that in just a few minutes, you’ll be looking more handsome.

But regardless of what you tell him, he cuts it the way he wants it,

In the end of all this; forget handsome, you resemble more of a ‘Bandit’.

Sometimes even these Barbers are no less than gyaani’s!

Once the barber told me, ‘Aap ka baal itna ghana hai,

Par acchi baat hai, kabhi jaldi safed nahi hota hai!’

The only saviour in the end, is the 40 second massage,

which ends the trip on a happy note, a rather fun melange.

In the end, it was a Rs.30 haircut, what more could you expect,

Unless it was some posh salon, in which case it's a wholely different prospect.