Bye Bye 2016.


Dear 2016,

I really cannot wait to bid adieu to you. In the annals of my 42 year old existence, you top the “horrible years I survived” list. Personally and historically for the world at large, you have been a battering ram of a year.

The very same two score and two years have taught me that things are never as black as they seem and to appreciate the happy moments in life and cherish them. To invoke their joyful comfort when our worlds seem hopeless and shrouded in dark grey gloom.

This year however, even that ability has been stretched to such a limit that I am ready to snap. The happies are so few that they are super easy to remember. However, they are so closely followed by the saddies that one wonders if they did ever happen or were they a figment of one’s imagination. And anyway, how long can one last on re-runs when we want fresh positive episodes in the saga of our lives and are constantly striving to do so. Idiomatically, have been hanging by a thread to the feeblest of hopes, scraping through tough times by the skin of my teeth and grinning and bearing much muck. As for the phrase, “this too shall pass”, I felt like the teachers in Bihar who must have said this for each unworthy they gave glowing grades to, while collecting much grease for their palms. Having gained neither grades not grease, I harbour a grouse about being put through a wringer of a revolution around the Sun.

Every attempt to ride out the troughs and crests in the graph of life with equanimity and patience has been an uphill task to the tune of scaling the Everest on an escalator coming down. Physically and mentally exhausting and mostly fruitless. The occasional triumphs feature in the all too small list of the “Spirit Survival Kit”. Your Bond-like attempts to shake us up Martini-esquely have stirred hornet’s nests galore and the earth and its peoples are battered and bruised. In fact, you managed a couple of physical ones on my knee via a well placed trip on the stairs!

From man-made to nature’s wrath, you have been chock full of disasters, bad news and negativity. Wars, air disasters, fires, murders, referendums, disastrous election choices and close to home-almost continuous disharmony followed by an enforced cash crunch which is chewing the common man to bits while the culprits are still rolling in the lard. A seemingly endless and ever growing list of punches delivered swiftly and speedily, in a volley of blows that left the world reeling. Distributed lemons with such a heavy hand that the world has turned sour!


What happened 2016, to make you so angry with us? Of course as humans (though often in-human) we are flawed. But as an older, wiser and experienced entity, surely you had methods to show us the error of our ways? Could we not have talked about it and found a solution? Maybe we could have hugged away some of your unhappiness. Or held your hand to soothe your angst. Had some coffee and doughnuts and cried about it. Felt better. The solution might have been in communication. Did you have to unleash your unfettered fury on us?

Then again, perhaps you did communicate with us and we were not willing to listen. So hung up were we on “right” and “wrong” and black and white that the wholesomeness that exists in rainbows and definitely in the various shades of grey eluded us. We chose strife and closed doors. The peace of acceptance and love passed us by. The few who did try were trampled over by the multitudes that didn’t.

Dementors everywhere.

The skies have a dull cast.


The world at large.


Drowning out peace.


Abounding hostilities.

As before often

Mankind learns no lessons.

Just repeats the horrors

Changes not from its past.

The smiles are stitled.

The lights too bright.

Festìvities seem forced.

Fakely determined to find a good side.

Is there one but?



The world is stuck in their rut.

Fearless. Happy. At ease.

Is it a possibility please?

While I hold on to the handful of happy times with all I have (because for 2016, they ARE all I have), I let go of the rest of you 2016. You will not be forgotten in a hurry and the messages and lessons you conveyed possibly never. Hopefully 2017 will be kinder and heal the wounds you heaped on us.

Your’s painfully,

A harrowed human.

P.S. 2 days for you to go….take a break ?


भेड़ की चाल,वरना बेहाल


भारतवासी चले भेड़ की चाल

वरना हो जाएं बेहाल

क्या खाएं

क्या देखें

सब तय करेगी सरकार

अपने पैसों के लिए

कतारों  में जूझें

छोटी सी असुविधा है

देश-हित में सहें

हम जनता हैं

उधार से  चलाएं काम

हताष  होना हमारा  कर्म

बिजली ,पानी ,सड़क ,अस्पताल कम

महँगाई और कर का  ऊपर से दम

रोज़  की लड़ाइयों  में जोड़ लें

रोज़ एक नया नियम

गैय्या  को पूजें

सड़कों  पे छोडें

कूड़ा  खाएंगी

स्वच्छ भारत बनाएंगी

सवालों पे रोक

सोचने पे टोक

स्वतंत्र  विचार हैं पाप

अलग नहीं हो सकते किसी के विचार

तुरंत कहलाओगे  गद्दार

राष्ट्रगान  हर फिल्म  से पहले

सरकार का गुणगान हर सांस से पहले

देश  भक्ति का अब यही प्रमाण

 क्या  यह   है

मेरा भारत महान ?


Woe-d to Waterlogging


Gurgaon, India – June 28: City witness rain water logging in the city, in Gurgaon, India, on Tuesday, June 28, 2016. Photo by Manoj Kumar

दो बूँद बरसी बारिश,
रुक गया राजधानी क्षेत्र.
सड़कें बन गयीं नदी
गड्ढे बन गए लेक!
कुछ बूंदों ने डुबो दिया
रुकवा दिया ट्रैफिक
दर्जन भर और गिरीं
तो डूबा डूबा सा ट्रैफिक!

उमड़ पड़ते हैं नाले, नदियों की तरह
मंद चलता है यातायात
प्रगति की तरह

अंतरिक्ष तक जा पहुंचे
युद्ध में हैं उत्तम.
मेक इन इंडिया का लक्ष्य है
स्वच्छ भारत का स्वप्न
जाने क्यों आज तक
यह ड्रेनेज न सुधार पाए हम!

जीवन देय बृष्टि
करे समय से आगमन
नगरपालिका फिर भूल गयी
जो उसका था कार्यक्रम.
मेहनत कर के , कर दिया है,
कुछ तो नाले बनवा देते
डाउन थे ड्रेन तो गया ही है
साथ कुछ पानी भी बहा देते

एक देश की राजधानी है
एक कहलाये मिलेनियम सिटी
दोनों की हालत झेल के
आँखें शर्म से झुकीं

मुख्य मंत्री दोनों के
बच्चों की तरह लड़ें
असल समस्या क्या है
शायद दोनों की समझ से परे

पानी वैसे काफी था
अगर कोई चाहे डूब के मरना
नगर पालिका, बाबू लोग
या जिनको जिताया हमने इलेक्शन.

(This was written while stuck in  crawling traffic last week and finished post the debacle on Thursday, 28th July 2016.It is relevant on most rainy days.Pain and suffering articulated to the best of my ability.)

Bharat Mata Ki Jai



….meanwhile Bharat Mata clutches her head in despair at the  progeny she has.

Their patriotism and love for mummy is limited to high decible sloganeering and chest thumping and not much else of substance.

Real issues of Governance,administration,growth,security seem to find no voice or indeed,even silent effort.
Say it or else-
Bharat Mata Ki Jai.
Prashasan bhaad mein jaaye.

And while Bharat Mata is ki jai….what of the Bharat behens,bhabhis,bahus and betis?Are they secure-womb upwards?Do they get nutrition?Are they being treated like so many pieces of meat?Any answers?
Oh yes-
Bharat Mata Ki Jai.
Maar di jaye
Chhed di jaye
Dahej ke liye chhod di jaye.

What about basics?Food.Clothing.Shelter?Dignity?Freedom of speech.Freedom to other choices?
Oh wait-
Bharat Mata Ki Jai.
Bhukhmari,beemari chhaye
Zabaan sambhal  warna pit jaye.

What about education for all?Sanitation?Employment?
Bharat Mata Ki Jai
Kala akshar bhains barabar
Naukri ki hai hai

What about just good old hard work and moving your hitherto useless ,elected
by a majority derriere towards fulfilling poll promises?

Kaam zyada karo saansad bhai
Bade masle hain suljhaane ko.
Ek naare par mat atak jao
Pragati lao.Vikas badhao
Apne jeb kuch kam bharao
Jo beeda diya hai janta ne,
Uska mazaak mat udao.

Bharat Mata Ki Jai bolne se nahi.
Karm se badhao.