Weapons of mass infection

After CWG's venues were ordained,
Mosquitoes multiplied in every pool and drain,
In multi-crore grounds,
Mosquitoes splash around,
Citizens be damned, let dengue fever reign.

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.

Shoe Time

If you have smelly old shoes to spare,
Fling them at fools of Vanity Fair,
Don't hurl one but two, 
'Coz you'll have to woo,
The politico with free footwear.

The middle class bribes to fuel progress

FIIs* favor the rich noblesse, 

NGOs nurture the dispossessed,

The middle class slaves away,

Long hours everyday,

And bribes to fuel India's progress.

Inspired by Professor Vaidyanathan's column in DNA: "Why economy is growing despite jholawalas and Wall Streeters"
*Foreign Institutional Investors

India is dimming, not shining

With 8% growth rate quotes,
Our policy wonks grin and gloat,
Eighty percent slave away,
On twenty rupees a day,
India's not shining, please take note.

Scams and swindles opportune

We won't have a helium balloon,

To herald the Games in full moon,

But we are enthralled,

With the daily roll call,

Of scams and swindles opportune.

Delhi's Fort Loo

Fortress Loo at Defence Colony Market

 


The MCD decided to push through,
An eatery above a loo,
But the residents raised a stink,
It's no place to eat or drink,
Welcome to Delhi's Waterloo.

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."

The Ten Lakh Treadmill

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.

Congress Wealth Gains

Are the Commonwealth Games a chaotic fat wedding, 

A shambolic affair towards which we're heading, 

The taxpayers have been fleeced, 

So politicos palms can be greased,

A gargantuan scam, that's what we're dreading.

The UnCommon Wealth Games

Delhi's citizens are enraged, 

The sportsmen are disengaged, 

The Games costs have ballooned, 

To enrich the nation's goons, 

'Tis for political leaders, the Games are staged.

Is the Foreign Minister a cream puff?

In the Indo-Pak talks SM Krishna wasn't tough, 

Not hawkish, not aggressive, nor rough,

He wasn't well-prepared, 

Wily Qureshi had him ensnared, 

Is he a Foreign Minister or a cream puff?

The Deaf Politician

If you have the gall and gumption,
To whine about corruption, 
You'll be treated with disdain,
So you'd be wise to refrain,
For politicos are deaf, never forget that basic assumption.

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."

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.