Saw this idol, lying by the roadside...looks like someone has left god to fend for herselves...
bhagwan bhi raste pe aa gaye...
Monday, October 12, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
One man's garbage, is another's love
While the entire world seems to be on tweeter, here's one sweet phot tweet( may i say, photo treat). Children love soft toys, and especially something like tweety, but even a soft toy comes with an expiry date. So, out it goes in the garbag...only later to be picked up by the garbage man. And guess wat, he is taking it home, for his lil ones. Now thats re-cycled love at its best!
Thots from a cluttered mind....
Today morning, I got a call from the placement guy. After the basic information exchange, when asked about my expectation, and upon my saying…he shrieked…Boss, I will get you arrested under the Indian penal code Article xxxx for obsceniety, for asking such a vulgar salary. That’s the Khurshid Effect, you can assume.
Why doenst the commerce minister, finance minister go and arrest Mallika Sherawat, for possessing disproportionate assets, than her income( Gulp!). Income is something we all live for, so we can dine wine and chill, nd wear a levis. Now, alos available on emi’s. Forget that, now you can own a MF Husain painting on emi’s( don’t worry, its not going to be a small jigsaw puzzle which you sit and fabricate, one piece at a time).
Far more complicated is the jigsaw- the jigs of politicians and the saw of Maoists, who have almost sliced 167 districts out of 600 approx, in the country.
Their latest- Inspector Francis, sawed to death. The red blood on the ground is yet to dry, and we come to a few more colours…the tricolour..Indian wins Nobel prize, and the country celebrates…am happy with those 3 colours, am angry n red, seeing that innovation, mad ideas, wild experiments are never nurtured, grown and mentored in the right way in India.
Inspector Francis, head and body was given the final bugle and his son, grown to see violence, has taken a oath to avenge the killings one day, by becoming a police officer. ( the cycle continues). The cycle of samajwadi party worker banged into my bike at a traffic signal…but I dint dare, lest the entire gang (w)rings me up.
Its election time, daroo time, free nashta time, and time to bring out another colour which we r so proud of- Narangi( its slang for the thousand rupee note). Ring a ringa roses…pocket ful of narangis…so goes the poem…No better than those Maoists..they slit throats, these politicians slit ur poket n mine…to pay for their cattle class.( ooops).Mind you, the cost of these so called austerity measures far exceed the nominal token gesture ka value…for, when Rahul gets into a second class, an entire bogey goes waste for his SPG. Woman gives birth to a child, in a train toilet. Gosh, it slipped and woman jumped out behind her fallen baby. Unbelievable, but both are safe and alive. Hope she get’s some Mamata lifetime pass.
Just saw a pic of Kambli, giving tips to some young crickets…hope he doesn’t give tell them…how to wreck your career in 5 easy steps. Elizabeth, at 77, undergoing a heart surgery…will the docs be able to find her heart….am sure, it will be an uphill task( pun intentded).
Sharad Pawar, the Agri minister, touring vidharbha. Guess wat, he will ask his personal secretary: Wats the score man. Mr. Pawar, that’s not a cricket ball, those are human skulls…just thot of a cartoon….2 farmers in a field….about to toss a coin midair. one saying…look, heads we drink poson, tails, we hang ourselves.
But not all, have hung. Brave ones like dhyaneshwar dhange, who once was about to commit suicide…in 93, after his land holding turned from 500 acres to 5 acres only…he turned around the tide. No, it wasn’t the Monsanto or the GM breeds or hybrids. It was the desi breed. Desi ways. He stopped using fertilizer, changed crop pattern, ensured that 70 pcent of his life needs are fulfilled by his farm( including a babool datum- neem Indian datum)…today, he is an established farmer, heading a co-operative called Gandhi Jilha Vishmukta Shetmal Utpadak Sangh.
No toxins, no genetical modified seeds,…only natural. Wish, we could learn a bit more on that.
Why doenst the commerce minister, finance minister go and arrest Mallika Sherawat, for possessing disproportionate assets, than her income( Gulp!). Income is something we all live for, so we can dine wine and chill, nd wear a levis. Now, alos available on emi’s. Forget that, now you can own a MF Husain painting on emi’s( don’t worry, its not going to be a small jigsaw puzzle which you sit and fabricate, one piece at a time).
Far more complicated is the jigsaw- the jigs of politicians and the saw of Maoists, who have almost sliced 167 districts out of 600 approx, in the country.
Their latest- Inspector Francis, sawed to death. The red blood on the ground is yet to dry, and we come to a few more colours…the tricolour..Indian wins Nobel prize, and the country celebrates…am happy with those 3 colours, am angry n red, seeing that innovation, mad ideas, wild experiments are never nurtured, grown and mentored in the right way in India.
Inspector Francis, head and body was given the final bugle and his son, grown to see violence, has taken a oath to avenge the killings one day, by becoming a police officer. ( the cycle continues). The cycle of samajwadi party worker banged into my bike at a traffic signal…but I dint dare, lest the entire gang (w)rings me up.
Its election time, daroo time, free nashta time, and time to bring out another colour which we r so proud of- Narangi( its slang for the thousand rupee note). Ring a ringa roses…pocket ful of narangis…so goes the poem…No better than those Maoists..they slit throats, these politicians slit ur poket n mine…to pay for their cattle class.( ooops).Mind you, the cost of these so called austerity measures far exceed the nominal token gesture ka value…for, when Rahul gets into a second class, an entire bogey goes waste for his SPG. Woman gives birth to a child, in a train toilet. Gosh, it slipped and woman jumped out behind her fallen baby. Unbelievable, but both are safe and alive. Hope she get’s some Mamata lifetime pass.
Just saw a pic of Kambli, giving tips to some young crickets…hope he doesn’t give tell them…how to wreck your career in 5 easy steps. Elizabeth, at 77, undergoing a heart surgery…will the docs be able to find her heart….am sure, it will be an uphill task( pun intentded).
Sharad Pawar, the Agri minister, touring vidharbha. Guess wat, he will ask his personal secretary: Wats the score man. Mr. Pawar, that’s not a cricket ball, those are human skulls…just thot of a cartoon….2 farmers in a field….about to toss a coin midair. one saying…look, heads we drink poson, tails, we hang ourselves.
But not all, have hung. Brave ones like dhyaneshwar dhange, who once was about to commit suicide…in 93, after his land holding turned from 500 acres to 5 acres only…he turned around the tide. No, it wasn’t the Monsanto or the GM breeds or hybrids. It was the desi breed. Desi ways. He stopped using fertilizer, changed crop pattern, ensured that 70 pcent of his life needs are fulfilled by his farm( including a babool datum- neem Indian datum)…today, he is an established farmer, heading a co-operative called Gandhi Jilha Vishmukta Shetmal Utpadak Sangh.
No toxins, no genetical modified seeds,…only natural. Wish, we could learn a bit more on that.
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