If an Indian woman has you transfixed,
Don't kiss her say the Tourism hicks,
If you are really keen,
Find and kiss a beauty queen,
As for the rest, play safe, discuss politics! (Travel advisory to visitors to The Commonwealth Games)
If you wish to dupe the exchequer by stealth,
Or amass a share of the nation's wealth,
Send Kalmadi an inflated bill,
Amass 10 lakhs leasing a treadmill,
You'll augment the politicos' collective health.
Earlier this year, when Minister of Environment Jairam Ramesh supported the introduction of genetically modified BT Brinjal or aubergine, he was opposed by farmers' and environmental groups. During his recent visit to China, he accused the Indian government of being alarmist and paranoid about Chinese investments in India.
Naveen Jindal, a businessman and MP, meanwhile is playing footsie with the khap panchayats, self-styled community representatives who dispense medieval justice in the villages of Haryana.
These two worthies have hidden agendas and I have a limerick:
Delhi lives constantly under the threat of imminent terror attacks, so the Lieutenant Governor Tejendra Khanna advised the edgy, nervous residents of the capital to develop vigilance as a collective sixth sense. Translation: we the serfs are left to fend for ourselves.
Here's my riposte in verse to the Governor:
Be vigilant with your sixth sense, Says Delhi's Governor who's quite dense, Police will protect the elite Not lumpen masses in the street, We commoners now live in perennial suspense.