Dutt, the Guru

Ab na woh mahfilen rahin,

Na rahe woh yarane,

Tab dilsaz galiyan sari gulzar thin,

Ab har mod pe taakte hain veerane.

Na zubaan pe haya ki thi bediyan,

Na dil mein afsos-e-berukhi thi tabhi,

Us be-lagaam hayat mein bhi,

Har koi aata tha apnane.

Tune ji li apni zindagi Sabih,

Saari maujen au' ravaani nosh kin,

Ab soch mat aur uth kar tu chal,

Aayen hain kuch sanjeeda log tujhe dafnane.

The In Thing

The tattoo parlor guy said this is the latest fad, and it will change India!!!! So I went for it.

The CO(mmo)N MAN

Submit fake bills. Cheat with your taxes. Break traffic signals. Break every queue. Kill the girl child. And the elder ones too, if they dare to have a mind of their own. Bribe and save time. Employ children at home. If you are "higher up", hate the dirty rats. If you are "disadvantaged" by birth, substitute strife with sloganeering. Blame the politicos YOU chose because they belong to the same caste as YOURS for the mess around you. If someone can't speak your language, cut off his tongue. If someone can't see the TRUTH you can SEE, gouge out his eyeballs. If someone has a different skin color, peel it off. Don't worry, a moron with zero credibility behind him is leading a tamasha which is serving as a nice filler between the World Cup and the IPL at a place suitably called Jantar Mantar, and you can wipe your slate clean by scribbling your name on a piece of paper.