Hello Readers and my dear friends,
The other day I suddenly realized It's been long since I posted smthing on my blog...So after much cajoling I managed to convince the writer in me to work on a random idea sputtering in my mind.
What I'd almost let go as a fused bulb luckily started showing signs of life... A little push and out came words which I suppose were as eager to get out of their cave as I'm always.
So here's a poem, a mild satire on our Indian politicos!
Read on...
P.S. the lines may be a bit jittery...a pen has just come out of hibernation! Torture or Treat do lemme know!
Baby, It’s all about making headlines
Hoard grains for a drought
Without guilt or after thought
There’s centre to blame when it rots
Do you see an earning opportunity behind a famine
Baby it’s all about making headlines.
Policy making is all boring crap
There are better ways of adding feathers to one’s cap
Build the highest statue or change another name on the map
Rope in a bollywood or TV star, to get the shutterbugs rolling
Keep your legacy on, Introduce your wife, kids or even the farthest kin
That’s the bitter truth; belch or take it with a dash of lime
Politics my dear is all about making headlines
Learn from the big fishes of the game
They play their gambles, fearless of national shame
They get the loot and every media frame
Leaving tadpoles like us the blame game
So what if the capital city looks like an abandoned mine
Till the last moment it’s all about making headlines
100% hike is just not enough
Who’s counting the assets we bluff
The luxury bungalows and foreign trips
A few extra green slips won’t do much harm
We welcome Lakshmi with open arms
Go ahead make a few ‘under- the- table’ deals
The common man can manage a price hike or two less meals
Scams will be history; futures are made at the election time
“Poverty is passé, in our government the state will always be on its ‘prime’! ”
Sugary Dialogues like this and a few fake statistics, polished extra to shine
Winning or opposition, as long as you’re there, it’s all about making (money and) headlines
Speak when you should not and stay mum in chaos
What’s a controversy without some drama and public property loss
Turn a deaf ear to riots, strikes or ‘petty’ violence
There’s always lathi charge and army to restore silence
Close your eyes to pain (people’s of course)
There’s relief fund for calamities,
hospitals for the suffering and Municipalities for potholes,
Peace talks can be done while cutting ribbons, high teas or a lavish dine
At the end of a busy day and public appearances
It’s all about making headlines
Who says politicos don’t have profession blues
Press conferences and flying shoes
Boring assembly speeches that force to snooze
Campaign time takes the toll, feed the voters, give them booze
Making false promises of water, land and shrines
But then it’s all about making headlines
The other day I suddenly realized It's been long since I posted smthing on my blog...So after much cajoling I managed to convince the writer in me to work on a random idea sputtering in my mind.
What I'd almost let go as a fused bulb luckily started showing signs of life... A little push and out came words which I suppose were as eager to get out of their cave as I'm always.
So here's a poem, a mild satire on our Indian politicos!
Read on...
P.S. the lines may be a bit jittery...a pen has just come out of hibernation! Torture or Treat do lemme know!
Baby, It’s all about making headlines
Hoard grains for a drought
Without guilt or after thought
There’s centre to blame when it rots
Do you see an earning opportunity behind a famine
Baby it’s all about making headlines.
Policy making is all boring crap
There are better ways of adding feathers to one’s cap
Build the highest statue or change another name on the map
Rope in a bollywood or TV star, to get the shutterbugs rolling
Keep your legacy on, Introduce your wife, kids or even the farthest kin
That’s the bitter truth; belch or take it with a dash of lime
Politics my dear is all about making headlines
Learn from the big fishes of the game
They play their gambles, fearless of national shame
They get the loot and every media frame
Leaving tadpoles like us the blame game
So what if the capital city looks like an abandoned mine
Till the last moment it’s all about making headlines
100% hike is just not enough
Who’s counting the assets we bluff
The luxury bungalows and foreign trips
A few extra green slips won’t do much harm
We welcome Lakshmi with open arms
Go ahead make a few ‘under- the- table’ deals
The common man can manage a price hike or two less meals
Scams will be history; futures are made at the election time
“Poverty is passé, in our government the state will always be on its ‘prime’! ”
Sugary Dialogues like this and a few fake statistics, polished extra to shine
Winning or opposition, as long as you’re there, it’s all about making (money and) headlines
Speak when you should not and stay mum in chaos
What’s a controversy without some drama and public property loss
Turn a deaf ear to riots, strikes or ‘petty’ violence
There’s always lathi charge and army to restore silence
Close your eyes to pain (people’s of course)
There’s relief fund for calamities,
hospitals for the suffering and Municipalities for potholes,
Peace talks can be done while cutting ribbons, high teas or a lavish dine
At the end of a busy day and public appearances
It’s all about making headlines
Who says politicos don’t have profession blues
Press conferences and flying shoes
Boring assembly speeches that force to snooze
Campaign time takes the toll, feed the voters, give them booze
Making false promises of water, land and shrines
But then it’s all about making headlines
