The Sleepwalk Shuffle

The PM shuffled the ministerial dudes, 

And inducted a few, all dull-hued, 

Critics gave a thumbs down, 

To the new set of clowns, 

Proclaiming "What a vacuous brood!" 

Clueless in Blunderland

India's youth icon cannot differentiate, 

Cow dung, bones or ash phosphate,

Telecom losses are zero,

The Home minister's a hero, 

When he cannot terror suspects locate. 

Utterly Butterly Amul Babies

State poll results gave Jaya cheers,

But Amul Babies were in tears,

Most lost elections,

"There'll be a resurrection,"

Said Mani Shankar Aiyer, "in twenty years."

Obama's Discovery of India

Greeting Congressmen, he wasn't naughty, 
Nor was Obama distant or haughty, 
Meeting Rahul, the middle-aged, 
Obama declared as a sage, 
"India's dynamic youth are all over forty."

Compliant Cringing Networks

Over Rahul, the media does drool,

Treating the public like twits and fools,

The sycophancy's crass,
On news channels en masse,

Perpetuating feudal rule.

Big Brother learns to tap dance

Outlook magazine reported that the Indian intelligence services are keeping tabs on all kinds of electronic communication: landline calls, cellphone conversations, sms exchanges and chat. 

Big Brother, you've earned yourself a limerick:

It seems our phone lines are tapped

To plug the information gap,

Thousands are employed,

Ministers are overjoyed

Listening to unadulterated crap.

On your phone when you hear strange clicks,

Try some shrewd and canny tricks,

Chant a melodic Italian aria

Praise the Prince and Mama Sonia,

Who knows, you'll be chosen the Prince's sidekick.