Bush n' Boots

Since everybody is talking about it, I shall too,

President Bush and his tryst with the shoe.

Oh what a sight it was to see him dodge and duck

And what saved him, you'll agree, was plain luck.

There he was standing, bleating and gloating

A quick hasty farewell, was what he was hoping.

He arrived there with his battery of security men,

Only none could save him from the shoe-sized ten.

Who would have imagined or ever dreamed,

The most powerful president would be so creamed.

But happen it did, and what a way to go

Muntazer al-Zaidi, you certainly put up a show!

For the country you destroyed, here you are,

For the human loss you caused, you are without par.

Its from the homeless and the widows you have made,

For not listening to you, its the price Iraq paid.

So you will agree a shoe in the face is not that big a deal,

At least its not a sorrow, not a wound that will not heal.

For all those of you who criticize this telling act,

Frown upon it for lack of propriety or tact.

You talk of professional ethics and standards high

But do you see the reasons behind them?- Do try

Already he is a hero across the globe, in many parts

A name in history and a respect in many hearts.

Soon another news item will come and this matter will cool

But the question remains- Was the man brave or a complete fool?

The White Tiger

" Do we loathe our masters behind a facade of love - or do we love them behind a facade of loathing? "

Yes, I have finally joined the club. Have you noticed how every time a book wins a prize or award or any sort everyone gets divided into two classes? One is the politically correct class which have either read the book or know enough about it to bluff their way through a conversation, and the other class is the unfortunate, looked down upon who have not heard about or are frankly not bothered.

This book is truly ' common - man'. One can't do any lower than this, of course meant strictly in the light of ground reality. Another word that comes to mind to describe it is - scary.

No body can deny the truth in the way the relationship between the master and the servant, or the rich and the poor is described. In fact I think Adiga has been kind in not revealing just about everything. So if this is what is really going through our 'faithful' servant's head then truly Lord help us all. The other day as my friend and I were being dropped in some one's car we could not help sit up a little straighter, be a little more alert, watch with a little more caution. I mean I wonder what the driver was thinking?

In a manner an identity has been provided to the faceless masses of India and their plight has been presented for jugdement. And one can argue on both sides. 

Condemn them for their greed and lust for money and better things or defend their plight since greater forces are keeping them down effectively. But ultimately they too are humans with dreams and failings and when pushed beyond a point, taken for granted for too long there comes along a person who hits back , there comes along an animal once in a generation, 'The White Tiger'

Goodbye.

My aunt passed away on the 5th of December. The one who goes is beyond everything now but the ones left behind have to pick up the pieces and continue. She leaves behind 3 sons. Your heart just breaks when you see how they are trying to keep themselves from drowning in pain and consoling each other at the same time.
But there are things yet to be done and there are lives yet to be lived.

Mamma,they tell me you have gone to a better place
They tell me to keep a happy face.
But tell me what I am supposed to do,
When I want to hold you for a moment or two.

Mamma, they tell me to be strong and brave
They tell me not to be sad or grave.
But tell me where I shall find,
The unflinching faith and supreme courage of your kind.

Mamma, they tell me to get on with life again
They tell me to look beyond this pain.
But tell me where I am supposed to see,
To find the love with which you saw me.

Mamma, , oh Ma, you will always be with me, won't you?
You will always look after me ,won't you?
The place is hollowed now, where you had been
Your strenght is gone now on which I could lean.

Mamma, the dreams you dreamed for us all
Your visions of us standing proud and tall.
I promise you now your efforts I shall not waste,
All your invaluable gifts I will not lose in haste.

Mamma, things will not be the same with you gone
After this dark,dark hour I don't believe in a new dawn.
Then I look within me and find a part of you,
I see that you live in me, in a manner I never knew.

Mamma, I carry you in my heart, my very core
And with that knowledge I shall stand up once more.