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.