10/01/2014
The Ideological Bazaar …
Suraj chachu’s off to sleep,
Chanda mama’s tuning in,
Nine o’ clock the watch reads,
Breaking news is coming in.
The screen of the idiot box sums up to tiny boxes,
In each window sits a man wise,
But sometimes shrewd foxes.
Netas, socialites, policeman all do descend,
In the middle lies the chief seller, spectacled and civilized,
And all sense goes out of the window as the ideological bazaar they present.
They sell no fish, no grain and no crest,
But ideas, opinions are their wares,
Propaganda at the best.
Blue and red the screen flashes, bombarding information,
Each of our panelists seem to test each other’s patience,
Under the watchful eyes of the nation.
In this bazaar you don’t say that your ideas are the best,
But denounce and decapitate other’s opinions,
With decency going over the cuckoo’s nest.
Battling it out, profanities flow and from the anchor come corrections,
The mango man’s new entertainment it is,
Saas-bahu and cricketers stand in perplexions.
Paper’s to prove each other wrong, skeleton’s tumble out of each other’s closets,
This bazaar you buy ideas, you don’t need heavy pockets.
“I don’t buy your argument, utter nonsense you speak”,
Excerpts are like this only,
As with sadness in his heart, aam aadmi stares at his future bleak.
Lotuses and hands and brooms come out dueling all the night,
A spectacle truly you shall see as the cycle and elephant fight.
Important questions, tape-recorded answers and masala-flick quotes,
But the ultimate reason to buy their arguments is because you need to pay in votes.
Be it the fiscal deficit, price rise or the corruption that is our cancer,
Speak up, you the government because:
“THE NATION DEMANDS AN ANSWER”.
January 10, 2014
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