Stone Neckin Change

Driven Engine Afterlife

2011-07-03T05:31:00.000-07:00

Driven Engine Afterlife
Drove in a State of Zen
When on the Road.

Did she need a prod?
“I know not”.

Did she need a fix it all jack?
“Course, When she Went
Round the Bend.
The Tyres Rode Till The
Rubber Got Nailed On
The Road.
They Were Fill-in-Dates Really.”

About Remaining Flat, Did the Tyres and She Tire of That?
“The Tyres Did,
Their Trance like Endurance
Looked Away When Lassitude
Made its Presence Felt.”
“As For Her ,She Drove at Being Agile
and Towards Being Virile
Till the Brake Oil Level
Went Downhill.”

Did She Move In
The Fast Lane?
“No Zoom Junkie,
Steadiness She Thought
Of As a Distant Parameter
And An Intimate Need.”

Was She Sharp
When She Turned?
“She was Swift,
Independent of a Dent.”

Driven Engine Afterlife
Drove in a State of Zen
When on the Road.

The Four Wheeler
Would Wager if
She Were Pitted
Against a Racer
She’d Get Richer
Being A Winner.

“Cut Across the Racer "
Was Her Favourite One Liner.
And With That In her
She’d Render their
Hopes Asunder.

Commanding Respect at
Full Throttle Had
No Place Save
The Race Course.
Not One For
A Collision Course,
Nor A Car Crash
Was She Set For.

She Thought
An Errant Driver,
A Transporter of a Three Wheeler,
A Cabbie
And a Bus Driver
Immeasurably Inept
At the Wheel.

A Crooked Cop
Who Overlooked
Their Transgressions on Tar
She Thought
Buggered and Bribed.

Gettin Hold of a Spiteful Three Wheeler
Miss Four Wheels Took Up Cudgels With Him
Quizzing Him About His
Misdeeds On the Street.
The Spiteful Bugger remarked
“I Couldn’t Care Two Hoots
About Throwing the Traffic
Outta Gear.
A Safe Passage is Only
For the Traffic Lit Emissaries.
The Best You Can Do
Is Hoot At Me.”

Miss Four Wheels
Shot Back By Stating
“You’ll Speed
Like a Spoilt Seed.
You’ll Harass For
More Than the Exact Fare.
The Next Time
You’ll Pull
Such Stunts
I’ll Put Your
Lights Out.”

Virility, A Strength
Of Her’s, Was an
Irrepressible and Incurable
Facet.

“ Now the Engine,could it Cushion
the Vehicle’s Breakdowns?
“Yeah it Could.
The Engine Was
More Redoubtable Than
The Vehicle Itself.”

“Could it Get Out
Of Being Redoubtable?”
“Yeah it Broke Out
of Being Redoubtable
This One Time.
That Led Her
To Her Maker.”

“How Did The Occurrence
Come to Pass?”
“The Engine Blew a Fuse
When she was Driving
Back From a Drive In.
Thereafter She Stalled
And the Lights Went Out.
The Redoubtable Element
Kept Immovable in a
State of Zen."

Svelte Spy Pushin Anna

2010-12-11T09:26:00.000-08:00

Svelte Spy Pushin Anna happens to be none other than Anna Chapman, the Russian Spy.She appears to have made a splash when it comes to foreign affairs. Chapman was apprehended in July in this year itself. Her beauty which left me enthralled inspired me to pen a piece entitled Svelte Spy Pushin Anna.

Svelte Spy-Pushin Anna
Has alarm bells ringin
For she ain’t given to
Being in an officious
Pigeon Hole.

The works harnessing
Espionage,
Gleamed bright
in her dress,
She seemed an ingress
To all those she could caress

I sure wish she
Wouldn’t go to gaol.
It ain’t a role she
Can starr in.
Whatever she's done
Doesn’t weigh a ton.
It seems that way coz
of diplomatic racketerrin.

Spiffy Anna cut both ways
Cutting out as and when
She wanted.
“I don’t whether to remain in
or stay put out” Spiffy Anna
said from the edge.

Her bust showed herself
To be at her best
Begetting zest with
A wry spy smile.
They came across
As the Real Deal.

Diplo’s roaming
in Peccadillo Depot,
How she paperworked them
Into an Arm Twisted Jam.
Diplo’s sure made a hash of
The hush hush affair.
Fair to say she got
The dope on them.

“Anna would calling you
a tool befit you?”

“ Once I got wise
To my invaluable foibles
The Wikileaked Bunnies
seemed Fair Game.”

“Clearly desirous of the give and take
that ensued they made a beeline
to get into my pants.
Them suckers were Caught
With their Pants Down.”

“Anna did you give the
sucker an even break?”

“Oh yes at every step
Of the way.”

“We weren’t whoever
we took each other for
yet we ended up procuring
equal amounts of each other.”

"Let It Be Said that
Svelte Spy Pushin Anna
Was Pursuing felicity
and Collecting Her Results."

Oracle Pool Paul

2010-07-20T11:33:00.000-07:00

Oracle Pool Paul
We hope a Clean
Bill of Health is
Comin your way.

Oracle Pool Paul
Has a few looking
Stony and feeling
Cut up and has many
Looking blissful and
Feeling Pleased as
Punch.

“They make many glow
And feel forgetful.
Do our world beaters
And Oracle Pool Paul”,
the many Spanish say.

He glanced the other way
When he had to Pick and Choose
Coz he too Reckoned
Some had to Prevail
Over the others.
All but One
Earned a Solitary
Nod of Approval
From his Myriad Tentacles.

White and black
Looked for answers
When it came to
Getting it right.
They were within
Striking distance
Of bearing the
Winner’s crown
On their heads.

Orange saw Red
And were caught off guard
Although they came
Within an inch
Of raising the
Bar to which
Joy was attached to.

Oracle Pool Paul
Made Killjoys of
The Losing Hopefuls
And Struck a Chord
With the Bloody Minded
Spanish.

A Clean Bill
Of Health Beckons
Paul albeit
The enraged few
Are Intent on
Turning Paul into
Eight Legged Soup.

Some of What he says
Isn’t a Sum of What he Thinks.

Well he’s For Real.
He's been flagged after all.

Leeway

2010-05-30T12:20:00.000-07:00

Leeway for
An iconoclastic spree,
Springing from
A Stout Cloud
Would bat for a gold nugget
and the strains of a guitar.

Being late and falling away
In a quicksilver world
Enables me to float
On tranquil seachange,
Without a care
In the world
Wrecking illusions.

An Eagle Eyed Skull
Clapped in Chains
Buying time for the Crafty Ash
Billowing from where its
Broken away,making asses
Of birds in the skies.

Virile antipathy
Getting into the hair
Of an Ironclad veneer
Chucking it into the
Scrapyard.
Fairweather Sickles and Fungi
in plush and lush grass
Being Cut Down To Size
with a frayed Mace.

Printed Tinted Sunshades
Playing hooky on
Blades of grass
With potsherds and parrots
Sticking out of
Brick Windows.

Leather and Suede
Put the brakes
On bein barefoot
But hey the
Hippies have
A ball
Bein bare
From head to
Toe.

Gin Pool House
Little Sister Soul
Playin It Out
“Deadeye Saturday
looks like the
sky in a frame”.

May said" you
may play
in May."

Bent out of Shape

2010-03-26T07:59:00.000-07:00

Its either goin to leave ya mad,
or blind or dead.
That's what the scribes have noted
it down as.
They sure won't be toasting
to country liquor.

I gravitate from one corner
of a hopscotch grid into
a dusty ensemble.
Tweak a sleek curve
encircling a bend
bent out of shape.

An outpouring of faience
raising visions of a
lucent dwelling.
They are here to stay
and scram leaving behind
a ginger scent.

The colour left Light
in the dark,
the content had Grace
hoodwinked,
the composition left
Mirth befuddled.

Wheatish traces of history
snapping at our heels
had us lean into walls
pegged down as hardy.
The pecking order
rolled into a
square comprised of
accessories worthy of
being in the eye of
a sandstorm.

A trenchant winter laden
with a silver flurry made
its way onto twigs.
March' s hung over on
summer as spring read
it the riot act.

A brusque breed,a probing lot,
a blithe smile ,piece themselves
in a jigsaw puzzle with fame
around the corner.

Smiling heralded exhilaration,
bypassing killjoys,riding as
far as it could.

Smiling opined
"don't slip of
the stepping stone.

Smiling spoke of a fracture
as she gave the loon the axe.
What is perceived as wrong
could end up being in the right
after all.

Smiling hoped and asked for
Stone Neckin Change,
for the process was akin
to a mouse demanding
half eaten cheese.

A Dusty Ensemble

2010-03-06T07:06:00.000-08:00

As the title suggests I have had a thing or two to do with dust in the recent past. I had been to a dig recently to an Indus Valley site christened Farmana which is in Haryana.The site is located in the Ghaghar Basin. This is a bid to recount the occurrences in Farmana .Farmana was something completely different to anything what I've experienced before.
We set of to Farmana on the 13th of January boarding the Goa Nizamuddin Express which was to transport us to Delhi .Our train came in at 4'o' clock in the morning. The train reached Delhi five hours late due to the dense fog. It was bloody cold. It had turned extremely cold as soon as we had entered the north. At Delhi we caught a bus to Mehem ,a town in Haryana. Farmana is 10 kilometres from Mehem.We got to Mehem in 3 hours I think. There was a truck and a car waiting for us. The boys rode in the back of the truck and the girls in the car.Riding in the back of the truck made me liken ourselves to the Dirty Dozen or the Inglorious Basterds .Intensely freezing conditions greeted us in Farmana.
The weather bore the stamp of biting cold conditions till the time we were there. I was attired in five layers of clothing throughout the month. My fingers used to become numb, so much so that it made handling the tools difficult. The intense fog deserves more than a line .It used to be so foggy that trees a metre away could not be seen. A mark it did make. We saw the sun come out at 3'o' clock in the afternoon on occasions. It seemed as if the sun set sail for someplace dark while the moon stayed put on its feet. I got to see the sun set and the moon rise at the same time. The sun set at 5-40 or so. So much for the weather and its quirks.
Our lodgings consisted of a house while the abode comprised of a couple of rooms where we ‘d cave into slumber . We went off to the land of nod on the floor on thin mattresses better known as Razai’s. My sleeping bag came in handy. The boys lived in one room and the girls put up in a room below. Farmana has a burial site and a habitation site. Unfortunately, due to the owner not giving us permission to work in the burial site we could only clear the grass there. All our work was done in the habitation site.
We flagged off proceedings on the 15th of January. The supervisors showed us the ropes. They taught us how to lay trenches, dig, separate the artifacts from the sand, record the antiquities, scrape the ground and brush the trenches. We students had to work under their strict gaze.
There exists a tradition there that whenever a male child is born the particular household bangs a spoon against a plate to announce the boy's birth. Whenever we were called for breakfast or dinner the gong was sounded in such a manner.The villagers must have reckoned that we men must have embraced fatherhood overnight.
The wake up call was sounded at 5-30. We had to start walking to the site by 7-30. Work began by 8-15.There was a short tea break for 15 minutes at 10.Work went on till 12-50 which is when we broke for lunch. After lunch we used have siesta's in the sand. Whilst snoozing I used to tilt my cap forward and pretend that I was a cowboy. At 1-40 work began again and it went on till 5-15.Then we either walked back to the camp or hitched a tractor ride. I can now mount and dismount a tractor successfully.
Our work involved digging, sorting , chucking the sand, brushing and scraping the respective trenches There are two ways of digging-a horizontal and vertical way of digging. If one wants to expose the cultural sequence one digs vertically and in order to unveil objects, antiquities and structures such as walls, roads or rather the town planning we fashion the excavation horizontally.
The team had dug horizontally. We uncovered walls, shards of pottery, beads, bones, pieces of bangles and objects such as terracotta rattle, a stone ball, a polisher .People delighted in finding beads as they evinced wealth and because one had to strain one’s eyes to find them due to their small size. An assortment of beads of various colours such as Steatite, Carnelian and Agate were discovered. Steatite is white, Carnelian is red and Agate is brown in colour. Objects other than pottery and bones had to be kept in zip locks as a way of recording them. Pottery and bones were kept in lots which had been drawn out on the sand .
On the 6th we were taken to Rakhigari,the biggest Harappan site in India. I got back shards of pottery and a piece of a bone. Rakhigari's built at an higher altitude. Oh yes out of twenty nine days I bathed thrice only. Was too cold and deadbeat after nine hours of physical labour, hence the scruffy state. I could kickstart a new fad called blue muddied jeans. Only one pair of socks remained which did not stink. I sported a beard and my already dark complexion had taken on a tan due to the strength of the rays that emanated from the sun.
Farmana was awash with mustard fields as well. Some of the culinary items such as sarso ka sag( mustard leaves with spinach inside them),homemade butter were pretty tasty. I liked the roti's also as they were more crisp. Breakfast was awful. It consisted of either Pohe or Dahlia or Upma. Upma wasn't that bad. Parathas made up of radish commonly known as muli ke paratha was also made on one occasion.
Our train to Pune was on the 9th of February at 3'o' clock in the afternoon. We boarded a bus to Rohtak and then caught another bus to Delhi. The outskirts of Delhi seemed as drab as any Harayanvi village. The town planning in the villages hasn't changed much by the look of it. They seem to have carried on in the same vein as their ancestors. The layout of the houses is big but the rooms were pretty cramped .
A word about the villagers here. Although they were conservative they weren't narrow minded like some of the owners of the houses. We boys speaking to the girls(our classmates)raised the owner's hackles and as a result he complained that we were too noisy.
We students worked tirelessly and did not let our spirits take a beating in spite of the grueling work. The excavation did create an indelible impression in our minds while the impressions we made could assist future generations in uncovering remains of history, which might have vanished without a trace. Reckon we spent the previous month slaving over and for a slice of history.

Eye's Riddle

2009-12-05T06:52:00.000-08:00

Eye entered the maze
in a goggle eyed daze
sending it to the blazes
as it’s desultory gaze had
attempted to graze
his pupil.

It remained unfazed
as the recurring theme
lay there half-crazed
for it had been sold
down the river
with a goggle eyed glaze.

As it had seen itself
too brazen for a
hoick givin
gettin lazy a shot,
flaunting a lily white
vase.

Swimming into the haze
meant Eye had to run the gauntlet,
he refrained from throwing
in the towel as he flung the
kitchen sink at the maze
smashing it to smithereens.

A Rundown Meaning

2009-12-04T10:08:00.000-08:00

{Lascaux is a cave site in France embellished with Paleolithic cave art.Shag River Mouth is located in New Zealand.}

A bee running amok in
a nudist colony.
A wasp going grey although
the buzz in its jaws remains steadfast
A jack in the box afloat
on irreverence.
Many glasses of champagne
at Lascaux,
Would have my balls straightened out
And my throat tied in a knot
Coz it makes for a full
throated laugh riot.

Twiddling with one’s
right hand
in the park much
to the delight of an ardvark.

Shag River Mouth
a river embedded in
Sperm,
Gee that’s one
helluva deposit.

The sun basks in
a pool of insatiable
Glamour ,
as the rain proves
too alluring for
the skies.
An antelope playing
hard to get on
cobblestones, given
to promising fancies
championed by
A Rundown Meaning.

Hemmed In

2009-08-18T03:45:00.000-07:00

Swine flu’s stickin
on like glue.
Makin’ the globe
real blue.

It ain’t pristine for sure
It ain’t passe for sure
It ain’t pristine for sure
It ain’t passe for sure

Confounding and befuddling
a wishy washy lot.
Pushing and unearthing
tangled abnormalities.

The swine crew’s blowing
of the crooked and panic-
stricken as well,
adding another hint of
grey to the worrisome.

The swine crew’s
trying to dig out
a lousy bug ,
screening measly
loose ends.

Flippant negligence robs
a family of every
shred of happiness.
Launch an inquisition into
the duty bound disregard.

Doesn’t provide neat viewing.
Doesn’t offer a squeaky clean snapshot
Doesn’t make for a spotless scan.
Doesn’t kick in a tidy tailspin.

A virulent illness at large
knocking the stuffing out of
humankind.
Moribund restraints serve
the purpose of all that
is egregious.

Ruing and soaking in
copious ounces of
despondency due to
its widespread indiscretions.

Its only another henpecked
disease heckling the earth,
preventing all and sundry
from getting on.

There goes it.

Mirrored Afterthoughts

2009-08-18T02:27:00.000-07:00

Criss Cross wish wash
bang gang,
I haven’t got a hang over you,
my distant fawn.

Aye I eye her coz she’s nigh
impossible to lean into.
Hey the enticing fray gleams on
a tray fixed onto a ray of
reckoning ,
beckoning and praying
for its prey.

Clueless as to what land ,
water and peninsula’s play with.
A scary grip enfolding,
nature’s prized displays.

Trees are running out of
fashion as the price of shelter
is ballooning sky high .
The rustle of leaves above
mankind cries out for we
make up the numbers for the
wood to be chipped .

The buck’s not gonna make our luck with
the war oiling its greasy palms.
Getting out from being macho
in chains and cutting slack with freedom.

Lurid pink concaves gracing
brightening and reddening
scars of brutes.
Wooden sticks coshing
Cussheads to listless amazement
greeted by deathly dens ,
Kissing the willows of love
bellowing out sexuality.

Swashbuckling prisms afloat on a
court agog with vexed
damnations acquiring imperfections
worldwide.

Riding beneath yonder
as the sky flicks
idyllic drops of
precipitation at us.
Cussed ceilings converge on me
whilst a curious space in my
head tries to charter an aromatic train onto
the wooden tiles swindling
sacrosanct files.

Loafing around on shifty
auburn rectangles.
Cavorting on a cornucopia of triangles,
flowers sprouting from the sides crooning
‘been riled in a grill`.

Fireflies buzzing away like thespians
in a jungle flick.
The grass ain’t greener on the other side.
Pieces of land often cave in under a brown and
desolate patch.
Nightfall brings with it a revealing and
distracting edge.

Peep into a wreath
of authoritative mumbo jumbo
swimming against the supine
maelstrom.

Chequered Flames

2009-04-02T00:45:00.000-07:00

Financial misnomers beguile benign and upcoming souls
intent on carving out a niche for themselves officially.
Moneyed hegemony striking an odious chord amongst earthlings,
shoe flinging hipsters creating a ripple amongst flibbertigibbets
craving for a country divided into pieces.

Colours amalgamate to symbolise ebullient and discreet
passages of time.

A quaint numbness of grey frothing at the mouth of a
convalescing red waking up to a white affair bereft of perception.
Phantasmagorical remnants diluting the sanctity of an
excruciating closeness.
A wired bird floors itself deftly on the Hudson River.

The world ain't changin,its revolving and evolving according
to our likes and dislikes.
Life is rife with darkening illusions.
Presumptuous busybodies intent on devouring votes
whilst the economy stands by the wayside.

Spaceless Sovereignity

2008-08-23T05:05:00.000-07:00

I have to myself a tee that says,
" peace is shapely and war is hollow".

It'll mow one down real low.

Humanity will have to shelve its
highbrowed consternation.
War fills the coffers of henpecked
schmucks attempting to politicise
their notions.

Lovey-dovey daydreams never harmed
a street walkin filly.
Lovey-dovey one liners never brought
nobody pain.

The tide's gonna be thick,flowing strong,
fondling and slighting every voluptuous
angel in its path.

Din't set out to belittle or conquer leftist ideals
and right wing diktats,
would rather finger opulent and lively curves.

Quit laying all kinds on for it could be awhile before
we get ourselves sorted out.
The world is alike comprised of people who think
and assume differently.
Hate's another expression cutting corners.

Anger's another way of hitching up skyhigh
outdoin and outwitting oneself,falling flat
with a bucketful of bumps.

A shadowy scream emerges from
underneath the reflections of
the great divide bringing down
whatsoever Shangri-La has to offer.

Oil slickered bandicoots sporting slippery
smiles crammed on their countenances
caught in flagrante having milked sackfuls
of ill-gotten dough toying with heady nuke
deals as the lefties crack up opposing it.

The only frosted thing humanity's got to
be hung over is love.

Ding dong pussy in the well,
they've to themselves a cellar
full of bells.

Love's swell.

The Flyover Man/The Agile Oddball

2008-06-01T22:44:00.000-07:00

During the summer an unknown man goes off to the land of nod on the flyover.He not only reels from the depths of slumber on the divider but he sits atop and stands astride the divider too.This balancing act and the act of sleeping on the flyover in the summer is wacky.Ergo this piece is written with him in mind.Here's to the Flyover Man.

The Flyover Man

Getting a load of himself
the Flyover Man rests on
a divider stitching together
assorted souls.

He's got his leg across
the line bridging the chasm
between insanity and diffidence.

An empty road on either side
housing stark emotions graces
a unique citizen,namely the
Flyover Man.

Curious onlookers gazing
with unidentified curiosity.
Some contemptuously make him
out to be a oddball,
little knowing that the
agile oddball lives life to
the hilt when crossing barriers
splitting right and left.

Cars zip zapping along the
road with their denizens
throwing indiscreet glances
at the Flyover Man.
Whilst the neon glares
homing in on him
surround our agile oddball
with beatified splendour.

Other's wonder why the
fleet footed loner spends
a few sultry nights in the
summer.
Perhaps he reckons thats a
wee bit neat for him to
rest himself there.

Crazy is only a
perception by which
mammals judge loonies.

And he sure don't need
the approval of other
able bodied individuals
to lie on the flyover.

Sporting a long haired fancy,
wondrous shades and a
liberating garland he's got
a wonderful piece of concrete
awaiting him with the sky
looking him in the eye.

Thence one can reckon that
his sprightly act loosened
a few lines and very many
tongues.

But hey at the end of
the day its only a
good night's sleep.

2008-05-05T07:16:00.000-07:00

India's eye catching population has often set tongues wagging.The CIA World Factbook states that approximately 1,129,866,154 people reside in India.Albeit one has to make note of the sex ratio between girls and boys.That the sex ratio is horribly skewed in favour of boys has been made evident due to the girl child being aborted indiscriminately.
Age compositions refer to a definite structure of mortality.High birth rates,low life expectancies,advancements in public health greatly reducing childhood and infant mortality fulfill a few distinct characteristics of the Indian populace.A country's reproductive needs cater to a certain pattern.This particular pattern has been labelled as the 'population pattern'.It can be construed as the precedent determined due to the amalgamation of two individuals.
From a recent account one gathered that 10 million girls which translates to 7000 abortions per day.This malpractice stems from the belief that the male child would eventually be the bread winner.Unfortunately the belief not only in rural areas but also urban areas.Therefore to do away with this malpractice the government has declared that it will pay families for raising girls.To add to that if a family not only sires a girl but it vaccinates her it would be entitled to cash installments.Furthermore if she receives adequate schooling there would be more cash benefits coming their way.
A rapid increase in the rate of population only adds to the woes of the country.India could well have the largest population in this century itself.Shockingly people under the age of 15 are to blame for this alarming boom.30% to 40% of people in this age group reside in India.For a 15 year old pregnancy and what follows after is a heavy load to shoulder.However although the situation is bleak it still hasn't spiralled out of control.The birth rate in India has come down 36.9% in 1971 to 23.5% in 2005.Interestingly the death rate is come down from a measly 14.9% to a low 7.6% in the same period.The infant mortality rate has seen a steady decline from 129 per one thousand live births in 1971 to 58 in 2005.The fertility rate being brought down from 5.2% to 2.9% is another attention grabbing statistic.
In the year 2001 a census concerning the Indian population was undertaken.1,027,015,247 was the number of people recorded residing in India at that time thereby crossing the 1 billion mark.It had risen by 21.34% compared to the 1991 total.There was an increase in the female population by 0.3 % standing at 48.4%.If one goes back in time we can see India's population in 1855 was estimated at 175 million.The population in 1941 which was estimated at 318 million is another statistic which is worthy of note.However ever since then India's rate of growth as far as the populace is concerned has quickened increasingly.It remains to be seen whether India can feed its many mouths.

Crackle

2008-03-15T05:46:00.000-07:00

Breaking into the sun.
Squirming dis singly,
lying on the moon
on the tip of the iceberg.

That sure as hell came
from where the paths
of gaiety crossed.

Pebbles of ice on
a window full of sticks.

Recognize the successes.
Don't judge the failures
Bridging together rickety
emotions.
Naked thoughts arouse
carnal utopia
as the damned dam bursts
and uncovers a pink week.

Piffling mess ups leave
the dodgers muzzy heading
towards glory obscurantists
seize and purloin emptying
their heads on the way to
the Pacific.

Hate's an angry animal
waitin and hopin to
get out of a cage
wanting to cull a
fleet footed arrowed
dove entitled love.

Preaching ain't in
the reckoning .
Fuck all the Razzies
leading a life belonging
to their forefathers.

Wall no 185.
Pub hopping disco stopper.
Classless parameters.

Climbing up a hill atop
a horse on a moonlit
night with stars and
pine trees beaming at
us as smiling ascetics
take penitence in their
stride.

Power hungry money grabbers
dishing out effective business
reports necessitating everyone's
wants and necessities.

A no creates a gulf and a yes
sets apart bridges.

I detest backstabber's not cowards.

I want to confront life not fear it.

2007-10-09T07:01:00.000-07:00

It would be a cliche if I wrote that Pune as a city has changed a fair bit .Like every other place in the world Pune isn't immune to change though it has to be said the city is still retained its hilly charm.The trees probably have lessened to accomodate the multitude of malls springing out of every nook and cranny .Albeit one has to mention Pune has massive amounts of green to it with its ghats, quaint little parks and of course beautiful treetops.
Pune is a city which abounds in hills and forts but malls aren't far behind. Having been there a few months back the fact that malls have sprung up literally everywhere did not fail to surprise me especially if one has been going to Pune for the last twenty years.These malls cater to most sections of society.
As one flys into Pune the first thing that one sees are the ghats .The daunting sight of the ghats leaves one spellbound.The hilly scenery fills us with wonder and excitement.We get a view of nooks and crannies coloured in brown with pockets of green in it.Yeah when I think of Pune the ghats are what I envision first.Having said that one could leave the climbing to experienced mountaineers . A trip to Pune is incomplete without going hill climbing (read: the not so steep ones). Standing atop the hills we get a panoramic view of Pune.
Pune for me I suppose is a home away from home.If I was asked which city do I consider to be my hometown I'd choose Pune and Kolkata.Although I live in Kolkata Pune is never too far away .Perhaps the fact that I've spent most of my holidays there influences this thought process.Spending a insurmountable amount of Durga Pujas in Pune has done this perception no harm what so ever.
The city is also a historian's dream.Being a history student exploring forts such as Shaniwar Wada and other historical sites delighted me to no end. Any aspiring archaeologist can can look around to his or her hearts content as colleges such as Deccan college have a great collection of old ruins and fossils which are a few thousand years old.
Educational institutions like Fergusson College and Pune University are beautiful places to hang out because of the greenery one gets too see there.The grass is invariably lush and the constructions are graceful indeed .It makes for a nice get away. The Film and Television Institute of India is also a establishment of repute. The movies that I got to see there were simply out of the world .The documentaries screened would appeal to all parts of society as they were relevant.Perhaps this is why Pune is known as the Oxford of the East.Foodies would also have a good time here as the city is awash with eating joints of all kinds.Indian, Continental ,Chinese you name it.
The truth be told even though one might live thousands of miles away one can't really get away from Pune as the city grows on you .

Civil Society's Hitchikers

2007-09-28T08:11:00.000-07:00

Fibbing axioms smarting astringently
scurrying across mowed hearts dissingly
staring at masquerading droplets of
illusion sauntering about as tossed
up quills.

Dichtomies scarred , tarred
faceless in the way of
countenances abhorring
residing amidst disjointed
abattoirs debarred from
pleasing proclamations.

Ploughed pussies shimmering
along moats fielding joyous
misdemenours carving leggy
figurines reverberating amongst
flowery bushes.

Fornicative transgressions
incandescent.
Awash with horny murals
acting as veiled dreams
flying back into antediluvian
morals reckoned as immoral.

Lifting the lid of weightless
accoutrements used to attain
carnal progressions freed from
the pleasures of painful sanity.

Loveless passions chained
and acquiescent .
Lurid hatred lucid from
differing points of view .
The man's death sentence engineered
by the aggrandizement of love between
a couple unmatched yet stickin onto
the gallows.

Ignorance is the way of bliss, the
reasoning being existentialistic
oxymorons disguised as fury
leaves fools embittered preying
on sorrow to get them through
the day.

Raven tressed femmes
pretty as the sky flung
about far and wide have
got the lock on their belts
emboldened in purity.

Orange, green and white
having a fling at democracy
by way of subtle coercion,
but hey we have the
Yanks priding themselves
on it looking into a mirror
going "the greatest deserve
the best".

Parisian bylanes skirting issues
of hoods in chained ankle boots
flinging bouquets and brickbats
towards the right side and the
left note.
Strip trips undertaken,
succintly lacquered with
overt senseless tripe fluffing
about as jailed amours.

Religious proclivities earmarked
as sanity.
Human vices flagellated,visceral,
met with contempt have dirt
flung at them
giving rise to earnest self castigation.

Free spirited endevours
touchin complex existences
puttin an end to
soulful complexities.

Old ascetics thrashed
into oblivion for unfolding
a Saffron revolution.
It ain't rum even as the
junta's gonna lay its
norms thick by blowin
the saffron monks to
bits.

Peace is always a jaunt outdoors.

2007-07-25T08:10:00.000-07:00

A azure eyed mist
licks the cat in the gloom.

Pointing out jingoistic
irrelevancies against offering beige
dollops.

Humming a stifling
eulogy abounding in
a branchy barreness.

Polished purring furballs
screeching on the towering
concrete taps.

Mortars full of hate raining
down on disinfectants fussing
about a venerated odour.

Catty eyed wastepaper baskets full
of paddy , torched grey scurrying rat
faced.

Reds, colonisers, thieves pilfering
oily alibis doctoring pity, ideals lain aside.

Sanctimonious politicos
reliving piety at 9 in the
morn dismissing sexes
diametrically garnered.

Lea roomily bosomed
lets out her mushy pussy
out of the bag whereof
hommes lap forward
diagrammatically licking
anger's breast.

Yankees leering peacefully
warlike gung ho towards
missiles breaking the walls of war.

Skullduggery orchestrated by Russians now
wary fearing arms crepitate.

Plebs entre nous ensconce
jellies sugary , mirthful, bloody
damned to and fro honing carpentry
skills.

Green cartels of bread
shimmering beneath
a posse of roses.

As wailing banshees
scrounge amid a cluster of sofas
for diamonds to eat drink and make merry.

Cops on merry -go-rounds
ticketing lorried wheels
for a closure of the bare minimum.

Even though the kin of the
D.I.G breed rapes a woman
making good his escape.

Blond buxom beauties kidding
themselves in death without
a reckoning of love as a choking ember
casting fleeting glances.

Pink Panthresses pawing
their way up the City of Lights
umemployed at differing rates.

Orange popies leaping into China
housing poker faced royalty drinking
scrabble keys across business tables.

Planes of moneyed aid flown in to
feed planned propositionists
of nuke dismantlers.

Pining up to the tube a
shrub exacts a cat in the light,
without a plight which ain't
right going out of site decked in tights
cringingly sunnily bright
gliseningly united in a
snow clad grassy mountain mop,
jutting out of low laid cubical veneers
kissingly in luscious Saint Lucia.

Turquoise hued sea horses dancing with
tranvestites squeeling out of purple edifices
squeezing into obstrepic idioms of
spacely caves mellowed in jackfruits.

2007-05-24T00:14:00.000-07:00

Pristine drips of ozone
laying outside , shells
blowing past hallowed
limericks of neckties
strewing bits of tooth
out of sharks.

Living where golden
specks of lusciousness
emboldened in green
doorways striving
towards the dearth
of mindless portals
romancing felt hats.

Entwining enumerated
silvery lines sheathing
bricks of jellies passing
in and out of umbrellas
raining down on
mortified angels
screaming, licking
meteors of lust and jealousy.

Sparrows eating of the
woody apparells of
nature brewing
distant uncovered tales of
Grecian sun kissed gold
plated bangled beauties
foretold by parrots wining
against the platitudes of spring
embracing apocalyptic
sojourns of Zeus.

Sorcerers weaning magic bells
of starlit moors marshed
amidst marshed swallows jettisoning
luxuriant voluptuous contours
roasted in the thrushes of a spotless
eternity calling upon white as a saviour.

Peeled black and blue by moneyed
communalists offering a perched
relief for diggers
planting a much vaulted vault
full of gold and silver.

United We Stand and Divided We Fall

2007-03-31T01:47:00.000-07:00

The great Indian who ha perhaps rears up at its best after the much awaited brouhaha is grounded to dust.The aftermath of what followed because of India's sacrilege like ouster from what was dubbed to be the country's heirloom is a blame game with the coach(a megalomaniac) and a pea brain journalist leading the way .The media under the garb of expertise have whipped up such a intense fury whereby instead of thriving fan worship fanaticism seems to be the order of the day..
There exist also the T.V. channels who proclaiming themselves as the foremost authority on the game pinpoint slightest mistakes with the precision of a surgeon.Wonder who points out the errors of these opportunists .Whoever does this is sure not doing a good job at all.One channel went so far as to say the players should be whipped.The channel ought to be booted out of air.Before pointing fingers the media needs to take a long hard at itself as they were the ones who lifted the masses to a fools paradise by dubbing the team as worthy world cup challengers.In reality this team with the exception of a few players never looked like winning the coveted trophy.What can one do if the coach is a insane egomaniac and the captain his most ardent follower.
In actuality if one is on the lookout for people responsible for this debacle the search should begin at the top with the reigning B.C.C.I president namely Sharad Pawar.The B.C.C.I. with their harebrained ideals have succeeded in portraying Indian cricket as a laughing stock with all its political infighting.At one point of time the only team that perhaps could knock the Aussies from their pedestal was a Indian team under Ganguly.Blessed with a insurmountable weight of talent this very team went to the World Cup final.One should take notice that this team won the Natwest trophy in England, a one day series in West Indies, were declared joint winners in the Champion Trophy with Sri Lanka in 2002.Ganguly's team also won a One Day series and a test series in Pakistan .The first Indian team to do so.They also gave the Aussies a run for their money in Australia.The team became the first Indian team to win a test series outside the subcontinent in 19 years by defeating Zimbabwe.Doubting Thomases yelped that the opposition was third rate , in doing so they perhaps forgot that selectorial issues of the opposition wasn't India's headache.The captain Sourav Ganguly achieved the rare distinction of losing his captaincy after winning the series and scoring a gritty hundred.
The debacle of the World Cup brought about an attempt at resurrection. which ought to be dubbed a bit of a joke.Retaining the great Mr. Dravid itself is a bolt from the blue as one needs no proof to place him among the worst captains community because his regressive ideals played a part in India being made defunct in the first round. Appointing three coaches highlights a farcical event especially a certain Mr. Shastri's appointment as manager.One needs to mention the B.C.C.I's sultan like attitude in an Arabian Nights story in forcing the players to endorsing three endorsements only.Maybe someone needs to point out to the B.C.C.I the players weren't shooting when they were practicing.The board's double standards in censuring players like Sachin Tendulkar, Yuvraj Singh and letting Chappell of the hook easily after he had made grave insinuations of a false character smacked of nepotism.Resting Ganguly and Tendulkar left a lot to be desired.In truth the B.C.C.I should get of their high horses and not treat the most coveted game of the country as a melodramatic exercise.
The fan fury in the name of passion is reaching disastrous heights as can be seen people killing each other on the cricket field over disputes .Instances where a teammate kills a teammate over a position casts disillusionment.At the end of the day its only a game with a great ability to get millions to celebrate as if there's no tomorrow and on the other hand tear their hair in despair.Adversity to divisions in times of misfortune by way of unity and happiness can lead to greatness.