Thursday, April 16, 2015

Choice is Mine



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Rab ne Banadi

MODI

is
not
My Choice




Lee      Kuan   Yew’s clones’
footprints on the blue prints
of Andhra Pradesh’s new capital city
 Amaravathi
is certainly not my choice

Nor
are the high-breeding-export- quality-produces-
assured-farm houses or green houses
to be cultivated by farmers of Telangana,
who still hold the record in suicides
my choice

Touchwood, these would never be
my choices

For,
in this world’s largest democracy
Vote or Veto is not my choice
Neither Note nor NOTA is

MY CHOICE

For,
 in this holy land
Non-criminals elect the other
to its Lower house
And the unpopular select populists 
to its Upper house

In this holy land
Democracy
is a duplex housing scheme
where upper is lower
and
lower is upper


Do you
really
seriously think
we
still have
a
CHOICE?



My choice is neither
My war-desiring nation
procuring a sophisticated
inter-continental ballistic missile
for its age-old defense
and for its new clear deterrence   

Nor
My boys possessing
look-alikes of rocket launchers
during a gory Diwali or weird Holi

Remember!
 on these auspicious National Holidays
one asura Naraka  and
an Indian version of Roman Cupid Manmadha  are brutally murdered

Celebrating murders is surely
not my choice


The one that is sold here
as My choice is not my choice

The one that is published here
as My choice is not my choice

The one that is attributed to me
as My choice here is not my choice

The one relayed as My choice here is not my choice

The one articulated as My choice here is not my choice

The one telecast as My choice here is not my choice

The one that goes on viral
through social web
as My Choice
can never be my choice

The open secret is
The one that is portrayed as My choice here
is somebody else’s choice

For,
in this incredible holy land

I am weak;
And weakness
is not my choice

I am unreported;
Published reports never reflect
my choice

I am unsaid;
Discourses that shape this nation are
not my choice

I am displaced;
Exodus is
not my choice

I am submerged;
Neither compensation
nor rehabilitation is
My choice

In this holy land
And
in this developing-aspiring-to-be-a super power-nation

Reliance is dependence,
Mind you, not independence

Who said TATA meaning adieu?
Look at the welcome mascot of Airlines with
 a pinch of iodized salt over a tea party
Oh! holy shit,
when TATA gets an !dea
then Change in life is inevitable
and when
Reliance owns media,
Karlo duniya mutti mein!
is automatic.

And our own Birla’s son of the soil
aka
the sun-crowning-son
has a single liner to share.
Power is no more political;
Ostensibly, it is eternally solar

Damn good one, isn’t it?
But, Power, be it political, nuclear or solar
never had they been my choices

In this holy land
Sunny Leone looks awesome in Sari  too
But, why the hell is Microsoft
not ready to sport Sari
in its US and UK word
Mr Bill it’s time to unbolt your gates
for Open Windows
Bro, It is just keying Ctrl. N or Ctrl. O

Here is good news!
Sari now is included in Harper Collins
no italics needed hereafter.
HIndian word found its right place finally
Sindhoor is an utter flop soup opera on a top TRP GEC
Kajal is a non-Telugu-speaking-acting-Agarwal in Tollywood
Surma is usual ISI suspect
Mehandi is brothel
M.A.R.D. could be a potential rapist

In this holy land
Hijda is the third gender;
Sahib, Biwi Aur .... O, the Others.
W... X... Y not?

Extend one more column and
Expand one more row right now
Rights now!

And dare not say
Ek machar Aadmi ko hijda banathe hai

Why take the risk?
Just Kachwa jalaon, machar bhagavo

See, OrthodOxFord is not yet
on the same page with Hijdas
Even after my two Houses cleared this third gender 

Now, Hijdas are socially accepted entity
and are assured human status
But their biological patenting
is awaiting clearance

You may still wonder,
why many Hijdas always look
and palpably a man fancying like
his opposite gender

Why not a original third?

Dude, gender now is a choice!

I am for Hijda,
but I am not a Hijda.
Remember
My voice and My choice can be different



In this holy land
Item Number is always a feminine gender
in skin showing, performing mainstream
art forms
And, who says Zero is the only
Indian contribution
to the world of mathematics
Look at the size Zero, yaar! 
Sexy feather in the cap of female anatomy
designing cosmetic marketonomics.
I said designing not desiring, OK?

Neither item numbers nor zero sizes
are my choices


Babe!
Waxing assures no-unwanted hair
with flaw full-skin.

Buddy!
Tried axing effect?
It really grows your inner (ware) wanting

HEY!
Pity not this nation
of a bunch of colonial fools
craving for
White corrections
and
Weight reductions;

Unfair?
Then go to hell
or
have a Fare and Lovely farewell to ageing



In this holy land
Whisper sports wings,
Johnson’s sells buds,
Alwyn RIP in Jurrassic park
HMT is a Pheonix ?
FCUK!
Twist in the wrist,
what a Timing?

Garnier plays dice with nature on dyes
while Alovera dies in Himalaya.

Mc Donald’s mushrooming yummy outlets
&
KFC’s lip smacking corny crispy wings
are not my choice
Dominos, Donuts,
Pizza corners and Subways
And
AZODICARBONAMIDE 
is not my choice



Oh! Yah,
I confess,
I am an end user
and
a mere buyer,
a helpless customer
and a sheer consumer

But my dear,
Showcased products are not choices

They are commodities...
just buying options


Option is a right to have one among many
Choice is a right to have none or create one
And
existing choices need not be
My choice


In this holy land
If you think pink on a Valentine’s Day
Hindu Bandhus
wish or whip you
the other way

Pariwar force
builds another’s pariwar forcibly

Lol, Valentine’s Day could be your
forced marriage day

Of course, every dog has its day
so barks Mr Jacobin from Elizabethan’s day

In this holy land
People’s War is extreme left
and
Pari War   is far right,

Then
what right do you have to have a choice?


In this holy land
Sporting pink ribbon is to spread
American cancer
and its awareness
And so with a Black ribbon tagged
near your heart
is to get aids
to banish AIDS
White is longing to claim peace,
but that doesn’t matter,

Red and Blue yet etches crosses;
Sounding biblical?
Man, Bible is impeccable;
even St. Karl Marx wrote one,
correct me if I go wrong.

Yellow says wait till
Green withers away completely from this
planet-green

Summary of the colour theory:
Colour is racial

No race is my choice
No religion is my choice
No caste is my choice
No creed is my choice
No GOD is my choice

Peekay hain kya?




In this holy land
Private is Political
But Political is not public
So, Privacy is my choice

I badly need it
From high resolution hidden CC cameras in bath rooms,
boss rooms
&
trial rooms

I need privacy
From blackmailing sting operations,


I need privacy
From MMSs,

I need privacy
From GPS,

I need privacy
From smart e-Aadhar cards

Aadhaar  means dependence, right?
Reliance too means the same,
dependence

By deduction logic
Aadhaar is Reliance?

Neither Aadhar nor Reliance is my choice
Alas!
Why too much reliance on Aadhar?

One should issue e-Niraadhaar  smart cards
in independent countries like Pandora, Jamboo, Andher Nagari 
and India
Neither Pandora, Jamboo, Andher Nagari nor this India
is
My choice



Am I Sounding
Skeptical?
Or Cynical?
Or Dogmatic?
Or Utopian?
Or Nihilistic?
Or Pessimistic?
Or Mystic?

Your category
is not My choice
Your common sense
is not My choice
Your wisdom
is not My choice
Your BABA
is not My choice
Your Preamble
is not My choice
Your Talisman
is not My choice


WB’s numerology
is not My choice

IMF’s happiness index
is not My choice

NASA’s astrology
is not My choice

WHO’s
starvation scandals
and
obesity scourges
are not  My choice

Black hole’s ass hole
is not My choice

Stem and its cell
is not My choice

God and its particle
is not My choice

In this holy land

I am depressed
Depression is not My choice

I am oppressed
Oppression is not My choice

I am suppressed
Suppression is not My choice

I am marginalised
Marginalisation is not My choice

I am too small
Big is not  My choice

I am too tiny, very narrow and hardly reachable
but,
broadening,
widening and
governing
were never my choices






I reiterate
My Choice is my right

My Choice is to have one in many
not one and many

My Choice is to have none
among bullshitting many

My Choice is to create an all new one
when
The one that’s thrust on me is
rotten.








2 comments:

ఎం. ఎస్. నాయుడు said...

Let this poem go unacknowledged like many poems.
Let all isms bless you.

హెచ్చార్కె said...

Reliance is dependence,
Mind you, not independence

Who said TATA meaning adieu?
Look at the welcome mascot of Airlines with
a pinch of iodized salt over a tea party
Oh! holy shit,
when TATA gets an !dea
then Change in life is inevitable
and when
Reliance owns media,
Karlo duniya mutti mein!
is automatic.

And our own Birla’s son of the soil
aka
the sun-crowning-son
has a single liner to share.
Power is no more political;
Ostensibly, it is eternally solar