Sunday, May 30, 2010

The Ferris wheel of a VIP visit to Delhi

I was the Air Force One wheel which touched ground at IGI when Bill C. landed
The red carpet ,it was extended to the runway
The menu my master would slurp over was served in ink to the newspaper consumers
The beggars were banished to the storage rooms away from the route plan of master
Them goras would see but the best and talented the land produced
This land apparently invented zero and the hostesses at the 10 star hotel were the same size
Master was pleased and even said "Bahut acchcha"

Time has passed and master is now Obama
And the Tories too have lost at the hustings
And Delhi will play host to the Commonwealth Games
The beggars who returned have been re-packaged and sent again to the storage room
The mascot was seen in DU while the admission forms were being sold
And my giant cousin, the London Eye tells that the Queen won't be coming to inaugurate
Not a problem, the Metro rail construction schedules are on time
The stadium tenders ,it is said, has finally been narrowed down to the Final Fat Cats
The Officials even gave a facelift to the red light area
I was the Air Force One wheel which touched ground at IGI when Bill C. landed
The red carpet ,it was extended to the runway

Later in the month, the Post Colonial Literature seminar at India Habitat Centre was the place to be
Arduous sentences over why we bend over backwards
Something about Asian mentality, Pakistan's GDP vs ours and Salman Rushdie
I heard from my Ferris-wheel of a distant cousin in a village fifty kilometer away from Delhi
That beggars were whiling away their time
Before the swimming and cycling was done
And they could return to their favorite spot near the traffic light and places of worship

I was the Air Force One wheel which touched ground at IGI when Bill C. landed
The red carpet ,it was extended to the runway.

Astral events and the geological scale of time

Don't get me wrong, this is not the science club
We will neither be discussing Saturn's rings nor how the dinosaurs said adieu
We certainly will not whistle a tune to how time passes away so soon or so slow
Or how the neighborhood changed while you went to get some books
Nor how the age catches up with flesh and bones, and the lines on the face show up one day
We will not see the firewood turn into ash while we remember how the people were good back then
And how the current crop could do with a bout at finishing school
Or how the songs were then , y' remember the lilting tunes of the crib


Don't get me wrong, this is not the science club
We will neither be discussing Saturn's rings nor how the dinosaurs said adieu
We won't howl that the weather was better then ,and the beauty was unblemished
We will not cry that friends were generous and the new fangled fads were then time tested timeless taste
This is but the odyssey which repeats, what has been over time improves its sheen
The fireworks which fill the night sky may now have more geometry and more sounds to its name
Yet the iris can widen only so much and the open mouthed glee is still the same
Astral events and the geological scale of time
You remember that , and the insignificance in the whole wide Universe of today's headlines

Don't get me wrong, this is not the science club
We will neither be discussing Saturn's rings nor how the dinosaurs said adieu