Showing posts with label Manmohan Singh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Manmohan Singh. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Motamaal Baby





















As a member of the elite flock,
You augment your assets and stock,
Silver spoons at birth
Won't add to net worth
So you're rewarded free coal blocks

The word "Motamaal" popularized by BJP leader Sushma Swaraj, signifies 'fat sums' or 'massive profits.' 

Sunday, December 4, 2011

FDI: Frantic Didi Intervenes





FDI's been put on hold 
Indefinitely, so we're told, 
So Mamata said,
Ministers ran and fled, 
And the PM's out in the cold.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Free for All



















Mamata set the rioters free
Who were on a destructive spree
"Don't you dare dictate
How I run my state
So please stop harassing me."

Friday, July 15, 2011

The Sleepwalk Shuffle

And inducted a few, all dull-hued, 
Critics gave a thumbs down, 
To the new set of clowns, 
Proclaiming "What a vacuous brood!" 



Thursday, June 2, 2011

The PM's in the Dark















The PM stands and pensively stares, 
He's powerless, but he's unaware, 
He hasn't a clue 
Why he's in such a stew,
"I'm a world statesman," he declares. 

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Deck Chairs Rearranged
















The Cabinet was finally reshuffled
Did the PM really want a kerfuffle, 
Some deck chairs rearranged,
The public's been shortchanged,
Were sulking ministers the only ones ruffled?

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Figures and The Figurehead














Food inflation's stubbornly high,
At sixteen percent figures don't lie,
The poor are dazed, 
The PM's unfazed, 
Because he's a figurehead, that's why.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

The MPs' Money Mantra













Voter, can you spare me a crore,
Why do you create such a furor?
I'll keep you in chains, 
Why do you complain? 
I'll be back looting some more.

With apologies to "Brother, can you spare me a dime?" a 1931 song of the Great Depression.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Stop whining about the fuel price hike











"The fuel price rise," the PM explains, 
"Will reduce the budget deficit, so don't complain,
The price hikes are a bitter pill, 
You paupers have to pay the bill, 
Stop whining, and drink some champagne."

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Prayer: the inflation slayer
















Inflation's causing citizens to despair,
Policy wonks claim it's a short-lived affair;
As prices rise, 
The PM beseeches the skies,
Hopes ride on the wings of a prayer.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Where's the Prime Minister?




Where's the PM, ask his detractors? 
Is he Sonia's stooge, or a consummate actor, 
He addresses science conventions, 
Travels overseas to alleviate tensions, 
Of heading a government swarming with malefactors.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

None wept when Bhopal died

In Bhopal, twenty thousand gassed and died, 
Justice delayed, the leaders inflate with pride,
Horrors even Bruegel could not have painted, 
Efforts are afoot to redeem the criminally tainted, 
With golden guineas, lawyers' egos are puffed,
While lives in gas chambers were summarily snuffed.

Political parties have a policy objective, 
Victims must endure, for justice is selective, 
The poor man's life is to be expended, 
The rich are nurtured, never apprehended; 
Politicos, judges revel in the macabre game, 
Passing the buck, shuffle the blame. 

Impervious to the images of ghastly death, 
Indifferent to the victim's last rasping breath,
Attorneys, politicians on Carbide's graveyard dance,
Absolve themselves of guilt's sharp lance,
Weak and impotent, more's the pity, 
The Prime Minister fiddles, forms a committee. 

Mega corporations, may your colonization never cease, 
Pillage and pollute what you can with ease, 
"Life's cheap," our leaders boast with glee,
"But in India we give it away for free,
We'll shield you from meddlers while you bide, 
Remember, none wept, when Bhopal died."