And baton passes on

And a beautiful new year embraces you
And claims to be better than her predecessor
I am one, full of vigour and hope, the best you have ever seen
Forget the old one, embrace the new and be lost in season of fair weather

The old one takes a beating retreat and leaves a fading smile
I was the heady mix and you will be the same for a while
I welcomed new angels and moaned those departing ones
Weaved you with some of your friends letting others dissolve in the crowd

You broke into those contagious smiles beaming it across
You were often inconsolable with that smouldering remorse
You loved, you jumped for joy, you cringed and you whined
You made innumerable plans, attained many disbanded a few

May you turn trifle more joyous , spreading more happiness around
Don’t get enticed by newly draped rags and her promises abound
She will be a melting pot of those emotions already brewed
Ah it may be a better one, but who can sway it better if not you

Another New Year

And you look back at the year whizzed by

A year which silently dies with no hint of cries

A year which gave so much joy and swathes of rage

A year which bids farwell leading to all new phase

He loves his Osho and knows death is joyous

his face is crumpled , his breathing is erroneous

His memory is fading and words can’t escape his trembling lips

The tattered book lies in shambles, with no more pages left to flip

And here She comes , one bathed in dazzling glory

She is one with unspoiled pages and shaper of dreams abandoned

Her gleaming eyes tell a new story as she spreads her blissful smile

Nimble feet she is , and she has got her own pack of tricks and guile

Seduced by newness you go ahead, you hastily scribble on a slate left clean

You shed those old leaves of agony, you drap yourself green

New year pats you on cheek , a face tinged with hope sees you around

“A Happy New Year” is all you mutter as you try to conquer those fears unfound

Ik Baada Janwaron Ka …

Newspapers don’t attract me any more. TV News bore me . Honestly what’s there new to see? A clique of stooges called government is running the show and coming up with its own interpretation of rules. When things start getting too boring , a new bill is brought up and then in due course of a time , it’s given a slow burial.

ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL
BUT SOME ANIMALS ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS.

Do these line ring similar to you? Of course they do. Any kid who has read George Orwell’s Animal Farm , would know this lines . What amazes me how timeless these lines are! How they still do stay in sync with today’s political situation. Yes they do stay mint fresh . Now apply these lines to current Banana Republican (nah we aren’t discussing couture here) India. We have a democratically elected government .. supposedly standing for you know the same for the people by the people ethos. So a democratically elected government really doesn’t want to be accountable to the people. That jazzy bill which glorifies people by naming the bill “Lokpal” is an eyewash. It’s an eyewash with Prime minister’s office and higher judiciary still not being refereed . Think of it they will be playing a soccer game with you but will be armed with their own set of yellow cards, red cards and that hooting whistle. They may elbow you, may tug at your shirt or worse may pull you down with worst kind of from behind tackling. You may grimace in agony , would dust yourself up and look towards referee expectantly. To your horror, you see the ruffian who collared you around coming up with a card. Yes, he brandishes a yellow card in your face and threatens to keep quite else you may be booted out of the game. So goes the government’s version of Lokpal. The bill is just a new treatise on a failed system in our country . “Garibi Hatao”, “Eradicate Starvation”, “Women’s bill”, “Good Education”, “Female Feticide “ list goes on .. another bill is set to join the esteemed company.

On the other hand, will a Lokpal bring a wind of change in the country? No way. All deviations from the righteous way would need to documented, reported and enforced. How easy is that? Very difficult. In a country , where courts can continue debating a case for hundred of years, there may be few more cases. We are Indians, we are flexible we can manage in less space and we can patiently wait for justice. “Patience has so many virtues” , I guess excess of any virtue should be abhorred.

So back to the square one. Heap praises on George Orwell. How on earth you could come up with gem of a book. A book which sadly refuses to lose its relevance. You wrote it aiming at communist Russia. Who knew that book can be valid for democratic countries too.

As Orwell said – Donkeys live a long time. None of you has ever seen a dead donkey. True we haven’t or may be we have when few messengers of peace border on our country from across the borders. When pigs(Government) rise and say ……. “All Animals are equal but Pigs are more than equal …. Justice to all Security to all “ ……. Donkeys!!!! keep grazing.. grass is still green and you bring charm to spirit of a resilient city .

Delhi Belly – Pocket Dynamo Scores

I have often failed to fathom few Indian film directors. They are still caught up in a time warp. But this warp is a carefully chosen one I guess. As kids we were in that world and we faced a particular situation again and again. .There was one history teacher, who always believed “Itihas purana ho na ho lamba zaroor hota hai”.  Once there was a question “give 5 significant reasons which led to World War -1?” I opened the sheet, duly jotted down 5 bullet points and went down to elaborate on them. Ah! It didn’t work with him. I was awarded 4 out of 10 for the given question. A lazy me shouldn’t have expected 8 with just 2 pages on something as momentous as World War-1, I was told.  Guess many of our film makers have also been schooled by such teachers, longer the movie better it will be. Sadly it doesn’t work that way. Perhaps as a country time has never been premium for us. We still prefer 5 day test cricket over 90 minutes of pulse racing soccer. And this long winded drama Delhi Belly isn’t. An emotional, confusing and please all movie? Well it chooses to shun the tag.  A highly irreverent, cheeky and at times wee bit disgusting, glad to say – yes it is and looks comfortable in its skin or should I say its frames.

The movie is a story of 3 friends. I think right from days of Dil Chahta hai – Hindi movies are gullible to number 3. Spare them, as being Hindus – 3 is anyways our favorite number – tridev, trikal , trinetra . We even believe there are 3 worlds. But that’s where coincidences end. Hindi movies have come a long way.

It quickly introduces 3 impoverished, struggling and “we care a hoot” friends. The plot of movie is nothing ingenious. Shakespeare could have termed it “Comedy of Errors”.  The difference being this comedy has liberal garnishing of some cheekily chosen words. Wider world knows them as abuses. They are hurled as matter of fact. Sure few of them sound reinvented. They must have been used by engineering college grads day in day out. They explore everything -Human Anatomies to disgusting behavior. A character becomes bosom pals with a prostitute – literally.  But still plot looks crisp; there are no unnecessary mazes here.  Movie continues throughout with a very good pace and thankfully there aren’t speed breakers, potholes or dumb autowallahs impeding its progress.

Out of 3 main characters (poor 3 debt ridden, good for nothing friends), Kunal Roy Kapoor is easily the best by quite some distance. His comic timing has been superb plus it helps that he looks over fed gigantic gorilla (yeah it’s used as a compliment here).  Vijay Raaz is magnificent as the gangster; he is one of those guys who simply shine in whatever they get. Right from “DuebyJi” in Monsoon Wedding he looks to give  an effortless performance.  But guess he isn’t blessed with a six pack body, chocolate boy looks and most importantly an over indulgent/successful uncle/dad. The “Other Girl” (Poorna Jagannathan ) was pretty impressive too. There was not much for her to act but she went well with folks. Shenzaz seemed to have been mightily impressed by our “Incorruptible” politicians and took transparency to newer levels. Yeah, she caught the  “Asset Declaration” bug. At times she took it religiously and guess atheist crowd had to do hard rethinking about their religious beliefs. Poorna looked much better and polished. She was that delicate combo of modern woman enjoying to the hilt and old world gracious feminine charms.  Best innovative part of the movie has to be the placement of songs, no actress cavorted in yellow transparent wet chiffon saris, and no actor shook his head and hammed. For a change it all looked bit natural and yeah to cap it all we had Aamir Khan as ‘Elvis Presley’ giving pelvic thrusts, which would have left original ‘King Creole’ blushing. I felt songs were great but at places they looked very much influenced by Dev D. Emotional Atyachaar seemed to have inspired ‘Jaa Chuddail’ and ‘I love You’ in no uncertain manners.

All masala pack in just 90 minutes. Whoever has said that good things come in small packages is perhaps right. High time we understood it. Smaller movies would mean more shows per day in theatres, more profit for multiplexes and better probability of our getting a ticket.

Movie could have been better; yeah plot was at times lazily made. Yeah story could have been more researched. Yeah the last scene of the movie can so well be the defining romantic moment for so many coming movies. Yeah jokes could have been decent and more playful. Yeah it has a potential “Cult Post Breakup Revenge” song. Yeah list of good and bad can continue, but so what you may hate it , you may love it but it will scream in your face and would never allowed itself to be ignored. Worth all the pain of driving down at 100 kmph to catch the movie in nick of time. Shell out and get trashed. “Being trashed” can be relished at times. This pint sized foul mouthed one scores alright.

Perhaps being product of that old school my posts too look tad too long. Blame it on my pompous and slow starting teachers …

Let the Sweet Intoxication Begin

We in India need a reason to get anxious, a reason to get excited. Perhaps our lives get bogged down by usual humdrum too quick too soon. So we have our own hormonal imbalances, our own definition of “Periods”. And here it comes, one of those occurring at regular frequency which perhaps would keep us occupied for some time. May be for few days, life will go stand still, India will be glued to Idiot boxes.

“Cricket” and “Politics” sure happen to bring best out of us. Surprisingly this usually unusual periodic events (occurring at 4 and 5 years respectively) make us heady and happy. We follow these events believing India will come out at the top, not much of a difference in lifting a cup and championing age old democracy for us. We always trust “Ourselves to be overwhelmingly favorites” ,only to get deceived.

The beautiful game comes back to rapturous subcontinent. Cricket gets the lungs and ears it badly needs. Reminds of 1996, which was so close yet so far for an Indian fan. Running back from classes to catch glimpse of Sachin’s glorious cover drives, Prasad’s usual leg breaks and a sudden shocking 130 km breaching delivery, a “yet not fixed” Azhar  and many other seemingly nameless faces.  Will 2011 be different? Blue is a beautiful color, God must have been beseeched enough to wrap himself in blue this time around. Time to get drunk on overdose of cricket, a 47 days nonstop binge awaits. Gorge on it and who know God may scream “Yellow Yellow Dirty Fellow”. Time to choose.. beat the blues by embracing bold blue.

Let the sweet intoxication begin..

Ode to a beautiful virtual world

I resisted the idea of Watching “The Social Network” for a while. The reason was pretty simple, how would David Fincher treat a subject as banal as starting of a new company. The genius, whose dark and stylish thrillers have always been breathtaking, was sure sailing into unchartered waters.  I am a devout fan of his body of art. Be it Seven, Fight Club, The Game or Zodiac, I have always been floored by them. I think it has to do with O Heneryish charm of his movies. That unpredictable denouement made his movies so worth watching for. You are on the edge of your chair, as scenes keep rolling and then you get enlightened at the end. They say “Your Whole Life flashes before you when you are about to hug your maker”. I seriously doubt that, but if I am duped in believing that then each Fincher movie has been that experience. You see the climax and then you go back rearranging the little jigsaw puzzles movie haughtily kept throwing at you. In a non linear way of story telling director (la Tarantino) keeps you shuttling between past and present, sometime making that thin line so blurry.  Fincher is not one of them. Fincher does better, he doesn’t shuttle between past and present, he makes you contemplate as final credits start rolling. “Ah! That hasn’t sunk in yet” feeling is written large over your face, you come back and revise it slowly . This is a revision exercise one never gets bored of. If O Henry charmed as a writer with stories like “The Last Leaf” and “The Gif of Magi”, then  Fincher is up there as his counterpart in movie making.

I couldn’t think of anything going right for ‘The Social Network”.  All I could trust was that it would be good true version of Mr. young Billionaire’s life. Fincher dramatizes things but he doesn’t take liberty with the truth, does he?

How wrong I was? Mr. Fincher almost managed to convert a hackneyed web portal story into a bull fight, with good number of matadors thrown in.  The story shows that passionate nerds are worse than Judas. Irony is that a friendship portal is based on treachery and backstabbing. These are the qualities (discredited ones) which date back to Kane and Abel’s world, but remain equally relevant in amorphous virtual world.

Success has many fathers, but it tends to make many enemies as well. Movie may be slightly slanted against Zuckerberg, as Eduardo Saverin is main source of information.  Still one has to credit scriptwriter for ensuring that Zuckerberg is shown more Humane than he appears in media at times. Story intertwined with two trials, shows him an intelligent, uncommunicative, arrogant and socially awkward nerd. It shows the passion in a young guy, who in those few rare fleeting moments come across as vulnerable and caring.

Whether Zuckerberg was a nice guy caught in wrong situations or was he a person topping the original Machiavelli, is something we can continue to debate, only to find ourselves doing it for pretty long time. Eisenberg clearly stole the show. He didn’t portray Zuckerberg; He was Zuckerberg of course without those green bills.  Another pleasant surprise was Justin Timberlake. It’s so difficult to play such characters. Such a character oozes of charisma yet sounds hollow. To look pretty sophisticated yet without any substance is a pretty difficult art. He played it really well.

TSN is sure up for few Oscar nominations. Whether Academy succumbs to its charms, will be known in short time TSN has nothing really going for so called liberals who tend to dominate.  “Milk”, ‘Hurt Locker”, “Crash” there are too many movies which underscore the dominating “liberal” spirit of Academy.  Based on script writing and acting perhaps it scores even over Inception, which was equally grand no doubt. Perhaps both of them stand tall in their own shoes

PS : A special mention to the last scene of the movie, when Mark sends “Friendship Invitation” to Erica. Erica is the very girl who can claim to be inspiration behind Facebook.  Mark is completely isolated from Erica (the first scene of movie is pretty much the evidence). Isolated from her in the real world, he perhaps attempts to reignite it  in a virtual world. Those multiple refreshing of the screen to check the latest update on the “Friendship Request” was quite a thought provoking scene. There are too many souls in the virtual world of Facebook, who will do any thing to attain social acceptance. Now that’s a pity. Too many friends are relegated to level of ‘FB Friends”, that’s a cruel joke.  In this weird amalgamation of virtual and real world, sadly your are your own “Mr. Anderson”

Psycho Turns 50

Norman Bates: You know what I think? I think that we’re all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.
Marion Crane: Sometimes, we deliberately step into those traps.

I love the whole short and crisp conversation between these two characters, but the one mentioned above stays my favorite. Yes I just managed to see Psycho once again evading much needed sleep. The movie turns 50 this year, can one really believe such a sleek movie was made way back in 1960. A time when mammas of our generations would still have been in their prams. Watching it again and again makes you believe that genius is always asynchronous which can never be weighed down by scales of time.

Whenever we think of suspense movies, Psycho certainly springs to our mind. I will prefer to term it a “Black Comedy”. A movie composed of so many complex layers, which would be slowly unveiled to you bit by bit . The real mastery is to hold the audience (or voyeurs as Hitchcock would prefer to call), let them await the next move gingerly.

The movie starts with a dialogue between the “woman” and the “man” meeting at the lunch “hour”.  We audience surreptitiously see a scene which is supposed to be secretive. Thanks to Mr. Hitchcock we are mere peeping toms here.

Another beauty is the plot device used by Hitchcock. 40,000 bucks is the catalyst for the movie as goes through its first 25 minutes and suddenly as the plot thickens $ 40,000  is left on the back burner as audience  and characters are  more interested  in finding a girl’s whereabouts.  And the best part is as an audience ( or voyeur as we see what we should not see J ) , we are pretty much aware of the facts which sadly leading characters are oblivious to.  And even our being aware of the facts keeps us engrossed in the movie, it must take a genius to keep voyeurs interested without more seduction.

The haunting background score of screeching violin as the prey gets ready for the predator, stands out. You obviously know that something must be eerie here, but Marion is in her own world.  She has unloaded her heart to  Norman and she may well be coming out of her traps.  Voyeurs are for a rude shock as Marion gets brutally killed in bath tub. A major actress is getting killed within one third of the movie??  What about those 40,000?  What would be the driver for the plot now? Think of it, getting Janet Leigh killed within first 25 minutes is like getting Katrina Kaif or Priyanka Chopra killed in a bollywood movie.  What will Akshay Kumar (And we voyeurs too) will do for rest of 70-75 minutes? But unthinkable happens and movie progresses.  Altogether a new angle is brought to the movie now.

Norman Bates comes across as such an affable personality. The next door guy he appears to be. Pretty impressive performance put up by Anthony Perkins.  Mama’s boy or modern Shravan Kumar he seems to be.   He is shy, friendly and considerate and still pretty much mysterious and moody. Bates motel looks such a strange yet innocuous place at the same time. So movie has a place and a character which are oozing of positive and negative signals at the same time. You try to put yourself in place of Marion as she talks to Norman and try to gauge him. I tell you this is one of the most difficult job, characters with mixed shades are so fascinating yet so unfathomable.

The movie stands out for Norman Bates and his extremely engrossing conversation with Marion.  The one to one conversations are always so interesting and this one tops them all. For Norman Bates “A boy’s best friend is his mom”. If as a part of an audience I try to get inspired by Mr. Bates, I may well utter “Hitchcock Movies are blessings for avid movie watchers deprived of quality sleep”.

Will it be their cup of joy??

Now as the final lines are drawn and perhaps the best eight countries are ready to have a shot at ultimate glory, one tempts to think about all possible scenarios. Will the cup go to Latin America as 4 of them qualify for the quarters for the first time in FIFA world cup history? Or will it be one of the remaining three European teams who play equally gorgeous soccer? Or can we have a far-fetched surprise among us in Ghana? Common sense says that we can safely remove Ghana, Paraguay and Uruguay from list of possible victors. Winning a world cup by winning 3 tough matches on trot would be just too much to ask from them. Ghana and Uruguay may say that they have to win just a couple; discounting their quarterfinal match as a possible cakewalk. Still these Davids would be too tiny for Goliaths of Brazil, Netherlands, Germany or Argentina.

So it basically leaves us with five of them.  What separates them? Three of them proudly flaunt “Former Winner” tag while the rest two are still groping for much coveted trophy.  Brazil is a five time champion, Germany emerged world conqueror thrice and Argentina smiled twice as Daniel Passarella and Maradona kissed the cup on the podium. Netherlands and Spain may feel impoverished in such a haughty company.  Spain has never made it to World Cup final while Netherlands stays as the only major football nation still without the cup in their backyard. Total football had brought them laurels way back in 1974. Clockwork orange was supposed to hold sway both in 1974 and 1978. But West Germany and Argentina managed to surprise them. Both times Hosts managed to prevail over them in Munich and Buenos Aires.  Johan Cruyff stays as a player “Who should have won a cup”. Perhaps that differentiates him from a Pele, Maradona or to a lesser extent even a Zidane, Ronaldo or Rossi.

Will Orange Infectious Smile last long enough?

Netherlands has always been a joy to watch. Way back in late 90s when most of European teams used to play physical football, Netherlands was a joy to watch. Think of it; flying Dutch Mr. Bergkamp and Marc Overmars are in the same side exchanging those classic one touch passes.  You are spoilt for riches with players of high-caliber such as Patrick Kluivert, Edgar Davids, Philip Cocu and Boer Twins.  And if you manage to turn back time a bit you have Rudd Gullit and Marco Van Bastin creating enough headaches for defenders on the other side of half.  Orange was always a difficult color to beat.  Just check out this goal scored by Bergkamp in Quarterfinal 1998 against Argentina and you would believe how great player he was. Even today they are the team to beat. A team consisting of Arjen Robben, Wesley Sneijder, Robin Van Persie, Dirk Kuyt and Van Der Vaart can overcome any team on its day. They came close in 1998 before bowing out to Brazil in a round of penalty shootouts. That was undoubtedly the one of most glittering set of talents on show. What they couldn’t in 74, 78 or 98, they can very much do in 2010. They have the ammunition and water tight defense as well (reflecting in conceding only couple of goals so far and that too in penalty kicks.)  On his day Arjen Robben is the best player in world; his nimbleness outshines those of Messi, Podolski and Villa. Few can have the defense in shambles in a way as a running Robben can. But this quick feet ammunition runs dry too often too early. Coming out of injury, how long can he sustain is the million dollar question. Will Jo’burg be painted orange on 11th of July is something only time can tell.  But before that they have to quell a tough challenge from Samba dancers dressed in yellow.  Orange and Yellow will make a helluva match, no denying that.

Spain is another strong contender, but something tells me that the best they can do is to reach semis. They may fancy their chances against Argentina but to come up trumps against Germany will be a herculean task for “Red Fury”.  Germany looks a strong bet for finals, beating them would take some work.  They are not showing sign of fatigues. They used to fizzle out after initial hurrah but here they are proving everyone wrong. What a phenomenal team!!! It’s full of young budding talents.  Young and fresh German legs are bound to create more nightmares for the opposition.

Mind says Brazil and Germany are going to go the full distance, but heart is rooting for unconquered kings. Can Jo’burg bless uncrowned teams?  I will be rooting for men in blue and white stripes, but I will be equally loud in cheering Netherlands.  Perhaps it’s the best opportunity for unsung heroes to traverse the untraded (by them) path. They need to evade Kaka kamikaze, Mesmerizing Messi and quick footed Klose. But more than anything else they need to bury internal demons. And who knows we may well have a new champ to felicitate.

More than a touch of Similarities and Coincidences

As one of game’s overhyped and perennial underachiever was ready to take on smooth well oiled machine yet again, stakes were pretty high. It was a gateway to world cup quarters. It was perhaps the last opportunity for golden generation of English Soccer to prove themselves in front of Soccer aficionados. This world cup was going to be swan song for likes of Gerrard, Terry and Lampard. And yet again England whimpered like little babies. They were again taught a Soccer lesson by eternal nemesis Germany. Yeah, Lightening strikes same place twice and History keeps repeating itself.

As expected Germans made inroads pretty early into a shaky English defense.  German offence succeeded courtesy its Polish imports (World War Irony???) . Miroslav Klose once again proved unlike Rooneys and Ronaldos, he is a better World Cup player than a Club one. This guy keeps churning out goals again and again for Germany in most needful hours. He is more famous for his headers, but here his outstretched right leg did the trick. Combination of physical ruggedness and sleek touch saw his effort home. Second goal was a treatise on German precision and team work. Mueller broke away with a beautiful run. He ran to the D and when perhaps he could have himself been the “King” (Scoring opportunity pretty with in reach) he chose to be “Kingmaker”. A deft pass to Podolski and whoa world’s most overhyped team was already staring down the barrel.

But credit should be given to English spirit, they were ready for the gauntlet thrown at them. A swirling Gerrard pass met the English bald head of Upson and Ball was comfortably placed in German goal. 2-1 Germany. Now here comes the fun. History always repeats itself. If you have done something wrong it may well come to haunt you in future, thus goes old granny’s moral story. Hahaa !!Sounds a joke isn’t it? England learnt it hard way. 38th minute of the match. a Lampard thunder hits the goal post crosses the goal line and pops out. Was it a goal, definitely it was.  Did referee and the linesman see? No not at all. Lampard was robbed of a goal and God was still a German today, pretty happy in his white tee and black shorts.  Almost 44 years back, way back in 1966 same two teams clashed for Soccer title in front of partisan Wembley crowd.  Hurst scored a much debated goal. Ball didn’t cross the goal line , West Germans protested in an exercise of futility. Russian linesman saw a goal which wasn’t there. Geoff Hurst scored a hat-trick and England clinched the trophy (their only one till date).  44 years down the line Soccer hasn’t changed much referees still do make cardinal mistakes which changes the complexion of the game. Final score line read Germany 4 England 1. May be it could have been much closer who knows.

Second half petered out compared to the high quality of football played in first half. England tried to attack and couple of dazzling counter attacks by Germans did them in. Muller is going to be the man we may well watch out for.  Strong counter attacks with unambiguous passes and clean finishing. Germany carried the day. Golden generation goes out without a major international trophy. They were never even in the close range. Surprising it may sound but England and Germany in Soccer represent India and Australia in Cricket respectively. England and India both are teams full of superstars. Overhypes champs on paper, alas! Games are played in fields and not on papers. Germany and Australia has always got better of these superstars. Golden generation finally is left starving of world cup hunger. Another golden generation (Dravid, Ganguly, Kumble, Tendulkar) has died the same death in South Africa 2003. Perhaps golden generations are supposed be bunch of great players, who dazzled us all. Made us all notice their greatness but in wake of heavy current of expectations they were just swept away ….. EPL and IPL aren’t sufficient; one needs exceptional academies (something that Germany and Australia boast of) to nurture budding talents.  Some swan songs are left muted anyways; no one sheds tears for them.

Insomniacs Survive

As the clock is about to chime six

And she grapples with few more mouse clicks

Sun decides to shine only to find her groping for that proverbial hay.

Some end up keeping the beautiful night at bay.

Moon winks at the Sun with that smirk on his face

She must be feeling a bit out of space

I am done mate now it’s your turn to try

Another attempt to make this human sleep has gone awry

The Sun nods “It’s an old time story”

“Never Mind Son, some seek the much vaunted glory”

Some have more pressing things than to embrace the sleep

“So stop being a Tom known for his Peep”

Hearing this she lets a beatific smile on her lips

“Welcome to globalization” she quips

Calling it a curse she chugs away

Ah all in name of India’s holding sway.