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?

The Bofors Ghost Returns

The Congress party began to relax, 

No threat from the supine media hacks, 

Then rose Bofors' ghost,  

And the Taxman's boast,  

"Take 'commissions', but pay your tax." 

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."

Fight scams with more scams

The Congress High Command combats corruption, 

With renewed vigor and gumption, 

Probes are such a chore,

So we'll have scams by the score, 

To cheat the nation with supreme deception. 

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.

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.

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.

The missing ministers

Spectrum Raja's hands are in the telecom till,
Mamata decamped to West Bengal seeking thrills,
DMK's Alagiri doesn't care,
The Prime Minister despairs,
"It's not my brief, it's Sonia's will."

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."

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.

Shashi Tharoor's a real dandy

Tharoor's a real dandy

Sunanda's his new arm candy

The Congress party isn't pleased

The Kochi franchise stinks of sleaze

Will he resign? It's up to Sonia Gandhi